Chapter 394 - Three Hundred And Ninety-four: Emerald (1/2)

The third point of view:

Cecil was awoken by the hot breath fanning on her neck. She sat up abruptly, shock spreading across her face as she grabbed her scalp. She had done it last night? With Emerald?

Slowly, she turned to the side to see the man propped up on his arm and having an amused smile on his face.

”Had a nice sleep?” he smirked at her which made heat rush at her face.

Slept her butt?! They had gone at it all night and judging from the time on the bedside clock, she barely grasped two hours of sleep.

”Seriously, how are you feeling?” Emerald rephrased his question when she didn't answer immediately.

”I feel exhausted, other than that, I feel great,” She answered, unable to meet his gaze.

A wave of uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Cecil scratched the back of her head nervously, she doesn't know how stuff like this works.

When she had been dating Fernandez, once they woke up, he would engage in one more round before they prepared for the day. But then this wasn't Fernandez, but Emerald, and the last time she had done something with him, he had left before she woke.

Maybe, fun time was over and it was time to leave. Move on with her life. That was the rules of the games, right? And that was what she decided to do.

”What are you doing?” Emerald asked, watching her get off the bed with the sheet.

”Leaving,” Cecil answered, her cheeks flaming hot yet kind of relieved when she saw he wasn't naked as her. He must have put on his brief when she had fallen asleep.

”Why?” he asked, making her confused.

”The night is done and since we've done it and I'm over my phobia, shouldn't we be over or.... ?” she gestured between the both of them unsure.

”Yeah, you're right,” Emerald acquiesced. However, he asked, ”But then, are you truly over your phobia?”

”W-what?” she stuttered, ”What do you mean by that?”

”I mean we did in the night when there was poor visibility. But it's morning now and I'm not sure you can handle a man in the daytime when everything's in broad view,” he hinted if she could handle a man in all his naked glory.

Low move, Emerald, his conscience gnawed at him, but there was nothing he could do. Right now, Cecil was only interested in working on her phobia and he offered himself willingly.

Taking another step that wasn't part of this was risking the progress he has made so far. From the look of things, she wasn't in search of a romantic relationship, which was opposite to what he wanted.

Emerald didn't just want a stable relationship, he needs a family; a wife, and kids; she's the only person he's imagined spending the rest of his life with. The truth is that he's quite jealous of Sakuzi.

The man had everything he could ever ask for, a family; wife, kids, grandchildren. He has a legacy. Emerald was sure Sakuzi wouldn't have regrets if he died today because he was happy and had everything he could ever ask for.

Emerald had no family since his own parents had sold him to Sakuzi for food and yes, the Sakuzi clan treats him as one of their own, he still feels like a stranger. Moreover, if he dies today, there wasn't a replacement nor a seed to carry on with his lineage. With his line of work, death stares at his face oftentimes without number, and each time he keeps wondering who would miss him once he's gone - it was almost as if he was living without a purpose.

But right now, he's found his sanctuary, his home, his purpose, and was sure as hell going to get it. If possessing her means giving up his position and work, then so be it. Honestly, lately, he's been so tired of the bloodshed and all - it wouldn't hurt to be normal for once.

But he doesn't dare mention that to a woman who's just gotten over Erotophobia. This is why he would love her until she has no desire for no one but him. He would imprint his very name in her soul.

”You think so?” Cecil breathed. His eyes were doing funny things to her and she felt her inside throb with desire. God, when did she become like this? Perverted?

”Yes,” He added, ”Unless you want me to strip and then you proudly touch -”

”Fine,” She gave in, cheeks flushed. Her body was shivery with excitement, pushing down the fear that had began to creep up. Cecil knew how huge he was, tasted him last night in the dim. But then, this was morning and there was no shadow to hide in.

”But then, I need to wash -”

”My washroom's available,” He answered before she could think of an excuse to escape him once again.

Then she looked down to gesture to the sheet wrapped around her chest. She could get dressed, but it would be so much work to undress once more in the shower.

”Wait here,” He said to her and left through a door she supposed led to his shower, only to return with a white bathrobe.

”Here, put it on,” He handed it to her.

”Thank you,” She took it from him, yet gave him a look.

”I'm not looking away, if that's what you want me to do,” Emerald told her straightforwardly.