Part 16 (1/2)

Scenarios littered her mind. Tons of possibilities kept her awake. With Asher's money and willingness to help, somehow, she would catch Cupid red-handed.

Thirteen.

Cupid

I said more than I should have.

In his secret security room within the mansion, Asher leaned back in his chair and stared at the monitors in front of him. Every room had a hidden camera in the ceiling. The bedroom that he'd put Diana in, held four.

On the television screen in front of him, Diana slept in her bed. Shadows and moonlight bathed her. Due to the night vision cameras, the images glowed in a green hue.

Something is on her mind? What is it? Cupid or me? She didn't seem like she was scared at all, when she argued about only being with me for two days. But, something is clearly bothering her.

For several more hours, he watched Diana toss and turn in the big bed, whispering something out loud whenever she woke out of her sleep for a few seconds.

”What's bothering you, Diana? Did I say too much?”

Diana rolled over and placed her back to that camera.

Annoyed, Asher directed his attention to the other tv screen on the right, that now showed her sleeping face.

”Two days. That's all.” His hard c.o.c.k ached at the thought. He'd been erect since Diana arrived, and wasn't sure his length would ever go down. Clearly, watching her on the monitors wasn't helping.

Every cell in his body screamed to go f.u.c.k her.

”Fine. Two days. That's all I need.” He gripped his c.o.c.k, but refused to rub or stroke it.

It's bad enough that I've been watching her in her home, and now mine. I won't start jacking off to her like a complete s.e.xual deviant.

For the rest of the night, he held himself, but didn't do anymore. Diana rolled over a few more times, and even whispered his name on her tongue.

And, like an active volcano, violent flames lapped at his core.

Hours pa.s.sed.

He didn't sleep.

He just watched her like a mad man, heating up even more until he could've sworn that sweat beaded along his forehead.

This isn't enough. I want to smell her too. I want that scent in my nose for the rest of the night.

So he rose from his chair, left his hidden room, shut the door, and headed upstairs to smell Diana.

She can't catch me doing this. She'll think I'm a creep. . .as she should.

Fourteen.

Diana

Diana opened her eyes and was face to face with Asher. She let out a yelp before hugging the covers to her chest. ”What the-”

”Sorry.” He sat on the bed right next to her with the oddest look on his face, part madness, part pure enjoyment.

A s.h.i.+ver of fear and. . .even weirder, l.u.s.t shot to her veins. She formed her mouth to speak, and couldn't gather her words.

”It's eight o'clock.” He showed her his watch. ”I figured you for an early riser. I was worried.”

”You were worried?” Diana scrunched her face together. Every minute she spent in Asher's presence got stranger and stranger.

”Yes, I was worried.” He ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair. It looked like he'd been disturbing those curls all night, just messing with his head due to worry or whatever obsession he had.

”So. . .” She made note of how close he was too her on the bed.

How long has he been sitting here? How long was he watching me sleep? Was he watching me, or did I wake up, right as he sat down?

He cleared his throat. ”I should probably go.”

She looked at what he had on.

Wasn't he wearing that yesterday?

”How was your sleep?” he asked, without getting up or moving away.

”More important,” she gestured to his day old outfit. ”How was your sleep?”

”I didn't go to bed.”

”Clearly.” She let out a nervous giggle. ”Hopefully, you didn't stay up all night, sitting in here, and watching me.”

”Yes. Hopefully.” Heat lingered in his gaze. ”That would just be crazy.”

”Yes,” she muttered.

”Regardless, I didn't get much sleep last night, but then, as they say, who needs rest anyway. I can sleep when I die.”

Something imperceptible fell over his face as if he wanted to both cringe and laugh. Diana thought she knew everything Asher was about, but she was figuring out how very wrong she was.

”So. . .” She took her time, sitting up. She'd worn nothing to bed and only slept under a thin sheet. It barely concealed anything-providing a lovely view to Asher of her shape and so much more. Even worse, her dark nipples had stiffened with hunger and were presently poking at the thin material over her chest.