The Assassin's Kryptonite

Hunger

“Thank you for the food Trevor Helios!”

Seconds after he left the room, I went to the bathroom as well. I quickly brushed my teeth and immediately went back to the room. Trevor was not here yet.

I was trying to sleep already because I knew that my body needed rest so badly, so I kept turning and turning but Trevor was already inside and I’m still so awake.

“I thought you’re sleepy,” he exclaimed as he went near the bed.

I find it normal now as he laid down beside me. I can still remember how awkward it was the first time we slept in his bed together.

“Where are you going?” I curiously asked as I lay in bed.

We finished dinner early and I’ve also already taken a bath even though I felt like I’m dying with the discomfort of my injured foot.

I was dreading the night because I keep on remembering what happened to me. I was kidnapped for Pete’s sake. And I don’t even know if I’m still going to be alive in the morning.

No. Trevor assured me that I’m going to be fine. but still. And he’s leaving?

“Just here,” he exclaimed as he pulled the chair where he also slept last night.

“There?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to sleep there?” I can’t help but frown as I ask him the question. I mean, that sure is uncomfortable.

But where will Camille Louella sleep huh? Are you suggesting that he sleep beside you?

No!

But I also want him to be comfortable. He’s done so much today already, and he’s been good to me. How heartless can I be if I let him sleep in a chair twice a row?

“Yeah,” he answered like it’s nothing.

“But that’s uncomfortable. Are you sure you can sleep there?” I continued asking. I’m very tired but I just don’t think I can sleep comfortably in the soft bed while he punishes his body by sleeping while sitting.

“It’s okay,” he exclaimed, not looking at me. it’s, okay? How can that be, okay?

“You can…. You can sleep in the bed,” I exclaimed in the smallest voice I could muster. I mean I don’t want to be rude, but I also don’t want to be embarrassed. It’s so hard being king, ugh! That’s why I choose to be a b***h most of the time.

The room was filled with silence, and I don’t know what he’s doing because I wasn’t looking at him. All I can hear is the fast beating of my heart and the deep sighs I keep on doing.

I waited for several minutes more and now I can’t help but take a peek! I saw him staring at me and I was mesmerized by the beauty of his eyes. Actually, the beauty of his whole face.

“What?” I can’t help but ask because I don’t think he’ll speak any second.

“It’s okay,” he suddenly exclaimed, which startled me.

“Okay…. what?” I asked confusedly. What does he mean?

“It’s okay Camille Louella. Just go to sleep,” he explained. But I’m nowhere satisfied with his answer.

“Come on Trevor Helios! I’m not comfortable thinking about you sleeping in there. Don’t make me beg,” I can’t help but whine. He’s making this harder. Like really harder because I just really want to sleep while he’s being such a girl, ugh!

We stared at each other again. But now I have a confident expression while he just stared at me blankly. I thought we were just going to stare at each other the whole night but then I heard him sigh deeply.

“What?” I arched my brow as he suddenly stood up.

“Fine,” he exclaimed as he walked towards me. my eyes immediately bulged.

What now Camille Louella? You were desperately convincing him a while ago and now you’re cowering? Such a p***y!

He walked towards the bed as I moved to the corner, so I won’t be near him. There’s only one pillow in the bed and I’m not sure if there’s an extra blanket and I’m already using both of them. We lay down and although the bed is small, I still can’t help but wonder why even though I was sleeping in the farthest corner, I can still feel his warmth.

I moved a little bit, and I felt an electricity run down my spine as our skin touched.

“Sorry,” I exclaimed. I waited for him to say something, but no words came from his mouth. I can see him from my peripheral view and his hands are folded under his head like he's using them as his pillow.

“Do you want to use the pillow?” I asked as I gave him the only pillow in the room.

“It’s okay,” he finally opened his mouth.

“How about the blanket?” I offered once more. I just really want us to talk because it’s so awkward here! It’s making me squirm. I mean I’m good with boys. Like really good because I’ve been with a lot of them since I can’t remember.

But I’ve never, as in never slept with any of them. I literally kissed them but that’s it, I never let them touch me anywhere I don’t want to be touched. I don’t even let them in our mansion let alone my room.

And now, I’m literally sleeping beside a man? A stranger? What the f**k is happening to my life?

“It’s really okay Camille.”

“Fine,” I can’t help but pout because I’m trying hard here and he’s literally like a tree. A tree!

I turned my back on him as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I really tried hard. But I just can’t! I tried peeking at him and he’s already sleeping. I mean how? How can he sleep immediately?

I just stared at him hoping to finally be able to sleep but to no avail. Ugh! I want to just hit myself so I can just sleep.

“What is it?” I almost jumped on the bed when he suddenly spoke. What the freaking f**k?

I averted my gaze, but I saw him open his eyes. What is he awake?

“What is it, Camille Louella?” he asked once more when I ignored his first question.

“Nothing,” I answered.

Then went silent again and I almost punched myself because now the conversation is once again dead! Ugh!

“I can’t sleep,” I murmured, not sure if I wanted him to hear me. but I guess because the room is really silent, he heard me.

“What do you want to do then?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered.

“Are you hungry?” he asked so randomly which made me turn on my side so I could look at him. He was still laying upright facing the ceiling.

“We just finished dinner, why would I be hungry?” I pouted because I feel like he’s implying that I’m such a pig.

“I just wanted to make sure,” he exclaimed nonchalantly which made me raise my brow more.

“So, what are you saying?”

“It’s hard to sleep when you’re hungry.”

“Ha!” I scoffed. “As if you’ve experienced that already,” I exclaimed, mocking him. But then I saw the change in his expression, and I knew I said the wrong things again.

“Have you…. experienced hunger?” I asked curiously. I just also really wanted to talk about things. I hate the silence. It feels like someone’s going to grab me again or something.

And there was silence again. I mean it’s a sensitive topic. Why would I even ask that? Ugh! So stupid.

“I’m sorry for asking,” I murmured as I turned my back on him again because I was too embarrassed.

“Yes,” he suddenly exclaimed, which made me still for a moment. What? Okay, he already answered Camille Louella, shut up already! I reprimanded myself but of course, my curious self-won once again.

“Really? When?” ugh! I hate myself! My very curious self!

“When I was a kid,” he answered my question once more which shocked me. I mean he’s answering my questions! Can you believe that? He’s actually opening his mouth.

“I’ve never been hungry,” I started telling him about me. Well, it’s only fair right?

“You’re lucky,” he chuckled. But it sounded dry, like he’s laughing but really genuine. Well, I understand. He experienced hunger; I can’t imagine going through the same thing. I was pampered since birth. I am a princess. But why do I feel jealous looking at it right now?