LOVING A MANNEQUIN

Chapter 43: Jealous?

*BARBIE HEAVENWARD POV*

“What are you thinking?”

I flinched when Angelo suddenly spoke near my ears. He stooped down to take the set of clothes we prepared for him to wear. We already dressed up the other two mannequins, only he was not.

I sighed at him, taking a short glance at his handsome face. “I am entangled.”

Angelo chortled, “No way? Barbie, do you know what you are saying?”

“Huh?” I scratched my head, “What did I just say? I don't know.” Look at me. I just said something but I quickly forgot it. Nevermind!

I jolted and retreated when Angelo suddenly moved in with his face searching something on my face. I hate this kind of close contact because I felt like wanting to throw myself on him. With that desire, I felt my body turn hot.

Why is that? I was really stupid. I don't know what's wrong with me.

“What - what are you doing?” I stuttered. I tried to calm down myself and moved my face away.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. He stared at me for a long time and maybe my eyes were playing with me but I noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down then he gulped.

I couldn't help but roam my eyes from his brows, eyes, nose and goodness, I didn't manage to hold back my tongue. I seemed to have licked my lips as my eyes nailed on his luscious lips.

“Barbie, do have someone you like now?” He whispered sadly.

“Angelo - are you okay?”

“Answer me! Do you have someone you like now?”

“No. I don't.” Angelo grinned but despite it, I still noticed the hidden sadness behind it.

“Really? Then, why did I hear you are thinking three person?”

“Auh, so you are eavesdropping us? You- you are a man, how can you listen to a girl's business?”

“Girl's business? That's ridiculous.”

I tried to escape my face away from him but his grip on my chin was too tight. I felt a little pain from it. “Angelo, can you release me. Let's talk properly okay?”

Instead of letting me go, Angelo moved his face closer to me, only leaving a half inch away from my face.

“Who are they?” His way of questioning me was more like he was interrogating a criminal.

“Who are you referring to?”

“Can you stop playing dumb?” The surroundings suddenly became windy and things around flew above and everywhere. “Won’t you tell me?”

Instead of fearing him, I chuckled. His reactions seemed not only because of curiosity but he seemed actually jealous. Hmm, why does it feel good to see him jealous?

“What are you happy about?” He clenched his jaws.

“Angelo, are you jealous?”

My question seemed to work. Hearing it, he calmed down and the mess he created returned to normal state.

“Jealous? Maybe, but so what?”

I coughed. He was too frank. He didn't even blink nor denied it for a while. He really stared straight in my eyes and admitted it. Gosh, I seemed floating in the clouds. I was so happy.

Wait? What's wrong with me? Why would I feel happy if he is jealous? I felt my heart and it was pounding hard. Could it be I am really in love? Impossible! I don't know anything about falling in love, how could I think I'm in love?

“What's wrong with you too? Why are you holding your chest?”

“Angelo, why is my heart pounding? I felt so happy to the point that I could barely breathe.”

“What made you so happy?”

“You. Hearing you jealous, I felt so happy? Can you tell me, why is that?”

Angelo's one corner of his lips stretched into a long smile. I was wondering what made him smile like that. “Silly girl, do you like me?”

“Like? Is this liking already? I don't know.”

“Then let me help you realize it.” Angelo grabbed my waist, pulled into his embrace and kissed me.

At first it was gentle. Because his kiss was making me lose my senses, I didn't realise I responded to it. I may not be a good kisser but I really moved my lips to kiss him back too, reasoned for his kiss to become more aggressive and possessive. Even pushing me into the wall without parting our lips.

Because attention was on each other's kisses, we didn't see where he was pushing me and I accidentally tripped on a cartoon behind me. I fell down with him on top of me. 

“Barbie, are you okay?”

My face contorted not because we fall but because of our position. It was terribly awkward. I faked a smile, “I am fine. How about you?”

“I'm fine too.”

My hands wrapped on him and I seemed I felt his skin. I lowered my sight on his body, only by then I realized he was held-naked. I would almost shout if he did not cover my mouth with his lips.

As I stopped struggling, he parted our lips, “You are noisy. Do you want to inform them of what we are doing here?” He grinned schemingly.

I rolled my eyes, “Get up and finish dressing yourself. Ma’am Denice may now be looking for us.”

“Naughty girl.” He brushed the knuckle of his index finger on the bridge of my nose and quickly rose up on his feet before offering me his hand and lifting me up too.

As we finally stood up, although unintentional, my eyes traveled on his sturdy manly body. I would have bit my lip for excitement if I did not see the scar on his side.