The Assassin's Kryptonite

Not mad just confused

“I don’t. I don’t need one,” he answered. That must be the reason why he has stubbles. He might have a razor, but how can he use it without a mirror? He’d risk hurting himself.

“Oh? Okay,” I exclaimed as I continued drinking.

“Cami.”

“Hmm...?” I asked, not looking at him. He looked soft, far from his usual stern posture and I didn't want to risk myself by looking at him. I’m scared of the feeling starting to creep inside of me. Feelings that I shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to do that, please believe me.” I wasn’t able to stop myself from glancing at him when I heard the sadness in his voice. And I was right, he was standing there with his head lowered and he looked like a mistreated child. What am I doing? He’s a stranger, yes. But he still helped me. He helped me with my injured ankle, and he fed me. He let me sleep in his bed and wear his clothes. If he was really a bad person, I should’ve lasted a day here already. Why am I being harsh for reasons that I’m afraid of? That’s not on him Cami, that’s on you!

“I’m not mad,” I exclaimed as I sighed deeply.

“Really?” he looked at me wide-eyed. He looked adorable, s**t! Why does he look like a puppy that I have to take care of? For Pete’s sake, Cami, he must be at least 6’3 and you’re calling him a puppy? A bulldog maybe!

“Yes.”

“Then why did you cry?” he asked with his curious eyes. I can’t believe I’m seeing this many emotions in him. It's like seeing a different Trevor Helios. He’s like a different person. He looked vulnerable and soft.

“I-I just… I just feel so confused,” I exclaimed while creasing my forehead. I don’t know what’s happening to me and I’m not sure if I know what situation I’m in right now.

“Confused with what?” he asked as he pulled the chair from his study table and sat there.

“I should be scared right now,” I started explaining, which I’m not used to either! I’m Camille Montellano and I don’t need to explain anything because whatever I do is justified. But here I am explaining this thing to him like it’s his f*****g right!

“I should be panicking. I should be in a hurry to get home because I’m sure my parents are already extremely worried about their only child. I should distance myself from you because you’re a stranger. I should not be talking to you right now!” I exclaimed as I pointed at him. He just looked at me with that serious eye of his. Oh, his soft expression changed again! It changed so much and so instantly that I’m even questioning if what I just saw was an imagination. He’s such an unpredictable man.

“I should be trying really hard to find a way to communicate with the outside world! But instead, I’m here with you! I’m here explaining things to you! I’m even eating fish with you! And I let you carry me, I borrowed your clothes, I sleep in your bed, and you even touched my butt!” I can’t help but add the last one because even though I’m not totally mad at what happened because it’s not his fault, it’s still his hands that touched something that shouldn’t be touched!

“It’s so confusing because I’m doing the opposite of what I should be doing,” I gave out a deep sigh as I covered my face.

He extended his hand towards me, and I gave him the bowl of water which he placed on top of the table.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I was startled when he started speaking. I looked at him and he looked extremely serious. Did I offend him? Well, I was just stating a fact! He’s a stranger. We’re both strangers to each other and we should be careful around each other. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t hurt you,” he insisted with his folded hands over his upper abdomen.

“Did I offend you?” I asked almost guiltily.

“No. it’s not wrong to doubt someone. I just wanted you to know that you came to me and not the other way around. So, no, I won’t hurt you if that’s what you're worried about.”

“That must be the longest sentence you’ve spoken since we met,” I couldn’t help but display my amusement while staring at him. Wow, do I have to cry so I can hear him say that many words?

“What?” I smiled when I saw his creased forehead. I can’t help but laugh because I’m truly amazed!

“I really have to cry for you to open that mouth of yours, huh?” I continued teasing him.

I froze when I heard him chuckle. What the f**k?

“Oh my god you chuckled!” I exclaimed excitedly, covering my mouth with one hand and the other pointing at him. And he continued to chuckle! Most of the time, when I notice a change in his stern expression, he immediately gets back to his poker face, but now he’s seriously laughing!

“I said so many things and all you noticed was the length of what I said?” he asked as he continued to smirk at me.

“Well, you make it look like I have to sell one of my kidneys just to make you open that mouth of yours!”

“Whatever you say, Camille Louella.”

“You like calling me by my full name, huh Trevor Helios?”

“Back at you,” he answered, which made me laugh again.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he stood up from his seat. Just as he said that my stomach grumbled so loudly, I wanted to punch myself. Why am I embarrassing myself in front of this man?

“You heard that?”

“I actually did. Wait here, I’ll cook you something,” he said as he made a movement towards the door.

“I want to come with you!” I insisted as I stood up. “Are we fishing again?”

“No,” he answered briefly as he walked towards me. He carried me bridal style again and was about to walk towards the door when he stopped.

“What?” I asked.

“Your clothes.”

“What clothes?”

“Your wet clothes,” he answered, which made me remember why I stumbled and landed upon him in the first place.

“Why are you so interested in my clothes?! You pervert,” I couldn’t help but hit his chest as I glared at him. He was still standing, and he was still carrying me.

“What?”

“What?” I mimicked him.

“I need to wash your clothes,” he exclaimed while creasing his forehead. What? Oh, right your dumbass Camille Louella! Of course, he had to wash the clothes! It’s not like there’s a clothing store here where you can buy unlimited pieces of clothes!

“Oh right….” but my panties! Is he going to wash my panties? That’s so embarrassing! But I don’t know how to freaking wash some clothing! I have never touched a dirty cloth in my life, much more than washing one! But the panties…. Oh god!

“So, can I get them and wash them now?” he asked, arching his brow. His stupid brow arching that’s making him look 10 times hotter, ugh!

“Uh….” I hesitated. What to do? Oh god! Where are the maids when I needed them the most, ugh! “I’ll wash them,” I exclaimed with a small voice. I might not have sounded convincing at all because his forehead creased even more.

“Do you know how?” he asked, almost mocking. Well, I’m the freaking scioness of one of the biggest oil companies in the world! Did anyone expect me to learn such menial jobs? I’m meant for far greater things! But because I’m in some secluded place where my servants don’t exist, I have to wash my freaking panties because I don’t want some man touching them, ugh!

“Of course not! That’s why you’re here to teach me, duh?” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes at him. I once again heard him chuckle, but I already averted my face because I’m too embarrassed to face him right now. Ugh! I’ll get back at you Trevor Helios! You’ll see! I have things that only I can do and when you need my help, I’ll let you beg for it first! I smirked thinking of him being submissive to me.

“But can we eat first before doing the clothes? I’m already hungry,” I said, pouting. He just looked at me and started walking towards the back of the mansion.

“If we aren’t fishing, what are we going to eat?” I asked while we were heading towards the shed where all his jars were located.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to serve me salt?” I asked as he made me sit in one of the wooden chairs as he opened one of the jars.

He took one of his baskets, the smaller one, and began digging in the jar filled with salt. My eyes widened when I saw…. Meat. Is that a f*****g piece of meat?

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked, while still staring at the piece of food in front of me. Oh god, that would taste amazing… I imagined eating them while licking my dry lips.

“If you’re thinking about meat, then you’re right,” he answered as he did more.

“You have a f*****g meat storage right here and you made me wait hours for the fish we ate earlier?!”