Her Burning Lover

ATTRACTED TO BRYAN

After some time, I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. There was a handsome face in front of me. His sleepy face was so cute; however, due to his sickness, his color has changed into a pale golden color. I have never seen such color before, but it was increasing his handsomeness.

I tried to get up but was restrained by a firm hand. I looked down and saw his hands on my stomach. The more I want to get up, the more tightly the hold gets. “Are you awake?” I suspected but didn’t get any answer.

I stopped struggling and slept again and looked at him. “Don’t go, please don’t go. I need you, and I will protect you. Please don’t leave me.” Raymond kept murmuring in his sleep. Maybe he had some bad dreams. I knew what I should do because my mother always does it.

“Shhhhh. I am not going anywhere. I am here and will never leave you.” I tried to convince him and then tapped on his had stroked his hairs softly. He slept soundly, and while stroking with rhythm, I also rested again.

After some time, I got up with a burning sensation on my stomach. I couldn’t handle it. I woke up and saw that the area where Raymond’s hands were touching was burning. I got up quickly, getting away from his hold, and then I felt his head. His temperature was very high. It was not like a normal fever.

I was feeling weak again. I managed to gather my strength and went out of the room to call Mr. Johnson. “Mr. Johnson, please come and take a look at Mr. Raymond. His temperature is very high.” He came running to the room but with globes on.

What the hell is it? Why a glove? He went to Raymond and woke him up. Raymond can barely open his eyes. What is happening to him? And looking at him is affecting me. I can feel his pain as I am also feeling feverish.

Mr. Johnson helped him to get up. I also rushed to him to help, but Mr. Johnson denied it. “Don’t come to any further, Miss. You will get hurt. Let me handle this.” I stepped back, and he took Raymond out of the room.

Where is he taking him? What is happening? Why is Raymond’s temperature so high? I had so many questions in my head, but no one to answer them. Therefore I tried to get it myself.

I followed Mr. Johnson and Raymond, who were going upstairs. I followed despite my weakening body. To my dismay, I saw them getting into a room, which is designed as a dark cell. Its doors and walls are made of metals, and there is a small opening at the door.

After some time, Mr. Johnson came out alone. Why he kept him there?  Above all this, why is he locking the door? Raymond is sick, and he is living him alone? Why? Soon my legs gave up, and I fell on the ground.

Mr. Johnson came up to me running. “Do you feel weak, Miss?” I nodded to his question, and he helped me get up. “Let’s get you to your room. You shouldn’t be here. Your time for the room has not come yet.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he stopped for a while, avoiding my gaze. He told me something which he should not speak.

“What do you mean by that?” I tried to be reliable but my voice was shaking. “Nothing, Miss, I am just blabbering.” He took me to my room and kept a lot of water by my side because he knew I would need it. Wait, he knew? How did he know what is happening to me? Why is all this happening?

I ate something and slept again.

Time with the burning man

Man: “What happened to you? You are looking weak.”

Me: “Not feeling well. But what has happened to you? Today your temperature is very high. I was unable to stand your heat.”

Man: “The same problem, not feeling well.”

Me: “I never asked you your name. What’s your name?”

Man: “Argon”

Me: “Ok. Argon, I want to tell something.”

Man: “What?”

Me: “Tell me, truthfully, who is your cure, and how will you be cured?”

Man: “I don’t want to.”

Me: “But why? I want to help you because I think you are related to someone.” I told the last words under my breath.

Man: “Don’t worry. I will be cured.”

Where the hell is that b***h? I woke up with a loud ruckus outside. As there was no one in the house, it was almost echoing in the house.

I went out of the room and saw Michel standing there, shouting at Mr. Johnson. I don’t know what to do as literally I was living with her fiancé. I thought to hide somewhere but then thought against it. I went down to face her.

“Hello, Michel.” I wished Michel, but she gave me a deathly glare. “Are you freaking out of your mind? You are not coming to the office for two days, and now I got to know that you are living with my fiancé under the same roof? I didn’t know you are such a b***h, Susan.” She charged me without giving me a chance to explain.

On second thought, what will I explain? I shook my head and stood there, looking towards the floor with teary eyes. My legs were giving up, and I was barely able to stand, but I have to stand firm.

“Miss, it was the master’s order for her to stay here.” Mr. Johnson tried to protect me but was in vain. “What? Are you kidding me? Where is Ray? I want to meet him.” She demanded. “You cannot. He is not home. He will be back by day after tomorrow.” Mr. Johnson lied, but why?

Then I suddenly felt a hit on my cheek. Michel slapped me. I looked at her with watery eyes. “You bloody b***h. Just pack your things and get away from my fiancé’s life.” She dragged me towards the door.

“No, she can’t.” Mr. Johnson reached out to me, and this answer made Michel more furious. “You both will pay for this.” She stormed out of the door. Mr. Johnson helped me to sit on the sofa. “Miss, do you want anything?” he asked, pouring me a glass of water.  

“No, thank you. I will sit here for a while and watch TV. I need to divert my mind.” I don’t know if I will watch TV or not, but I am sure about not going to my room back now.

My phone rang, and I picked the phone. “How are you, little princess? I think your prince is locked in his room? How about we both have a chat?” I felt my hands shivering. It’s Bryan on the other side.

“I don’t have anything to talk about. You better talk to Mr. Raymond about whatever you want to talk.” I retorted, thinking about an escape plan. “Oh, my baby brother is not in a state to talk. So better…” his words were becoming more and more loud and clear. In the next instant, he was in front of me, “we clear our differences.” finishing his line. My eyes were looking at his emerald, colored eyes. My heart skipped a bit.

What is happening to me? Someday before, he was threatening my life, and now I am getting attracted to him? What is wrong with me? I think I need psychological treatment.