(Dion’s POV)
’Dion, this human has one of a kind scent. She’s slls, uhhhff, exotic and heavenly, very uniqueee uhhhh’ Drey was drooling over like a mating animal.
Even my body was reacting to her fragrance; my giant stick was stiff and twitching wildly inside my jeans, making feel itchy as I licked my lips consud with desire. "I know Drey. But let’s not scare her for now, first I’ll take her to our secret place. Then I’ll make my ultimate move on her, Myra won’t be able to resist my charms and will go crazy for ."
"But what if she reject us?" Drey asked teasingly.
"Reject who? bruhhh hahahhahaha, huh, what absolute load of bullshit, you know there’s no one that can reject , ha, she’ll be all over in no ti. You just see. This is my playing field after all" I smirked confidently at Drey.
I composed myself and adjusted my denim pants, looking straight. "Myra, buckle up babe, let take you for a ride" I said it casually and dashed off.
I could feel her subtle glances every now and then but didn’t say anything. I wanted to reach to our destination as fast as possible. ’Damn, if I didn’t have to hide my identity from Myra, Drey would have taken us to that place long ago, the wait is killing ’ I cursed inside my mind.
"Dion, if you don’t mind, can I play so music" her honey like voice sounded extrely sweet to . "Sure" I replied. I can hear her talk all day, just her voice is enough to bewitch . Even if she just blabbers nonsense, that too will sound lodic in her voice.
Myra started fiddling with the music system but was a little confused. I could tell, she was being extra careful. I saw her struggling with the buttons and couldn’t help but smile when I saw her pouting face, ’So cute. I wanna eat her up so bad.’ I leaned against the steering srized by her adorability.
"Do it like this" I helped her with the buttons and our hands collided, mine was on hers.
A bolt of electricity coursed through and Drey, just by our subtle touch. Myra hesitantly pulled her hand away, her face turning red like a tomato. I bit my lip hard seeing her look flushed.
She was bashful, didn’t looked my way and gazed out of the windowsill saying, "Dion, I seem to not know how to operate it, can you please play it." Her ears were of crimson shade.
I obliged without teasing her about it. If I do tease her, she would be a roasted sweet potato in no ti.
As the music played, the tensed atmosphere lightened a little and Myra started humming the tune subconsciously. She wasn’t even singing, just so murmuring but even that sounded dulcet. Sohow, with a lot of struggle, we reached our destination.
(Myra’s POV)
As Dion opened the gate for , I stepped out of the car.
Dion brought to a secluded looking place.
A large wooden house stood before my eyes, with all kind of vibrant and soulful flowers adorning the place. It looked srizing but I couldn’t see anyone out there which made be on my guard.
Without any prior warning, bending behind my back, Dion held my in his arms, just like yesterday.
"Hey Dion, what are you doing? Put down. We have a wheel chair in the car’s trunk, you don’t have to carry , just put down" I protested.
He smirked, "It’ll be too much hassle. This is way easier. Now, let show you my secret place, you’ll like it." He shrugged my protests off just like that.
As Dion walked with long strides; my areola collided with his firm chest, making it perky and stiff. It was way too awkward. Whenever either of his legs moved, my upper body made connect with his, touching all secret place. I was getting conscious because of our positions.
He entered the timber made house with still in his hands. The place was not as big as Everests’ mansion but it was considerably big. It wasn’t extravagant but had a minimalistic design. A neat and clean erald colored couch was pair with a table made up of logs.
Dion settled down on the sofa carefully and got to the open kitchen to get both of us a glass of water. "So how’s it? My place" Dion asked with bright radiant eyes.
"Your place? Don’t you live in the Everests mansion?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah yeah, I do live there but this is my secret spot which I build myself. So tell , do you like it?"
"It’s warm and cozy, giving off a very hoy vibe. I really like it." I told him genuinely. I seriously liked the place; it is how I have always imagined a place for myself. Sure, it was not very extravagant, but that’s how I like it.
"Great, I knew you’ll like it", Dion bead happily at and then sat beside . My body stiffened up a bit. He sotis behave like a toddler, though he’s older then .
"So why did you take here?" I questioned without looking at him. sipping at the water in my glass.
"Aaaaa~, I wanted to apologize to you sincerely" Dion shoulders slumped as he said this.
"What for?" I asked him, tilting my head to look at him, in confusion.
Dion ruffled his hair away sexily, looking in the eyes, "Myra, I am really sorry, sohow because of , your foot got injured. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it and wanted to apologize personally to you."
"Hey, you don’t have to feel sorry for this. It ain’t your fault rather I wasn’t careful back there" I reassured Dion.
Suddenly, he took my hands in his and looked at with a glint of sothing which I cannot quite describe properly. We stared at each other for quite so ti, none of us making a move. All I could hear was the rippling of water from sowhere. The atmosphere turned serene.
Feeling embarrassed I snatched my hand awkwardly and got up from the couch. Looking the other way, I chewed my lip and asked him, "Is there a river nearby?"
"Let show you" Dion got up alongside , intertwining my hand in his again, he walked slowly, matching my pace.
Soon, we ca out to the balcony; a truly enchanting view greeted us. A freshwater lake was attached to the house and the endless forest was gracing alongside it. The air around that place felt rejuvenating, delightful. I felt calm and peaceful just by few deep breaths.
Dion, who was standing just behind , grabbed my waist and leaned his head over my shoulder asking, "Isn’t it peaceful out here?"
I blinked fast, feeling confused, "Dion, what are you doing?"
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . .
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