I just stared out the window, unmoving and uninterested. Nothing was out there, but it felt so interesting just looking at the empty space without anyone there. I didn't know how long I stood there, occasionally sighing, remembering how 'hot' the training session between me and Mr. Levy had been. Not in the true sense of the word, of course.
Mr. Levy's sturdy arms held both of my hands from behind, making sure I had no trouble lifting one of the tools I didn't know the name of. Really, I had no interest in anything I did this morning other than one thing: Mr. Levy.
I didn't know for how long, but skin-shipping with him gave me a strange thrill that I couldn't describe. His unique body scent kept wafting and creeping into my nostrils, making it difficult for me to concentrate because his pheromones were so tempting that I took a deep breath.
I didn't know if he realized my infatuation, or it could be that he knew but didn't want to react because he was too used to being a figure admired by many beautiful women. So, he chose to act normal toward the ugly one like me.
He couldn't possibly feel the same way. Hence, I became awkward when we were already in the car. There were even instances when we faced each other in the fitness room. My face was right in front of his broad chest, and that strange scent was getting stronger and stronger in my nostrils.
The craziest part was that I was thinking about Mr. Levy and couldn't calm my racing heart. It couldn't be that I was in love with him, right?
"Shenna, how long are you going to stay in your room? You have a lot of work to do. Right away, to my room!"
Oh, Moon Goddess... why did this man keep bothering me? He could tell the servant to call me, but why did he have to go to the trouble of coming himself and knocking on my bedroom door like a man longing for his woman?
Longing? You must be out of your mind, Shenna! Who were you that he missed and yearned for you? You were nothing even comparable to Ophelie.
Damn it! It was true, though it felt cruel. Speaking of a devil called Dexton—although I wasn't too happy about the news that Dexton was my mate, knowing how he was related to Ophelie somehow brought out a sense of dislike that kept nagging at me. Did Dexton love Ophelie? If so, why did he say such touching words that day? A man like him couldn't possibly be in love with me.
"What should I do, sir? Isn't tomorrow still Sunday? Do I have to work every day? Don't assistants need a day off, too?" I said when I was in his study, getting used to going against Mr. Levy's orders. He didn't seem annoyed by my words either, but with a flat face, he invited me to sit down.
Ergh... my bones felt like they were going to break, so I had a hard time resting my butt on the soft sofa that was supposed to be quite comfortable.
"You haven't said anything about your meeting with Dexton yesterday. Did he agree with your idea?"
Ah... so that was what it was about? Let's hope Mr. Levy didn't get angry at my explanation of the troublemaker who had created a charade to find me and make sure I was still alive. Mr. Levy had to hear the whole story without missing a single thing.
"Maybe you'll be upset, but I thought you should know." I sighed before starting the most annoying part I had to tell. "He and the woman, who he said were business rivals, were lovers, Mr. Levy. Ophelie Greene. I knew her because we came from the same orphanage. It's just that I didn't recognize her at the beginning of our meeting, especially since I didn't know her name. However, yesterday, Dexton admitted that the case we're working on is a charade he's concocted for a purpose."
Mr. Levy grinned sarcastically at my words. There was no malice on his face, indeed. However, his hands were clenched into fists, and I could imagine how he felt about being the butt of a man like Dexton.
"I knew it. He must have wanted to make sure you were alive," he said like a psychic. I hadn't even said that part yet, but he already knew. Did he use his abilities as I suspected, and did he keep an eye on me while I was in Dexton's office? "Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that he won't bother you anymore. You can return to your room."
I nodded and got up just as Mr. Levy got up from the sofa. Our bodies accidentally collided, so close that only our clothes separated us. I almost fell back, but quickly, his sturdy arms grabbed my waist and brought our bodies closer together.
I could feel his warm and fragrant breath brushing my face. His hazel eyes were sharp but shady, making me feel lost. I just wanted to be in his arms like this.
I froze. For a few moments, we stared, and time seemed to stand still. I could see he was a man with feelings, not a cold man who would never feel awkward—though I didn't know what he felt about being close to me now.
Was he thinking about me? He could be remembering our night.
"Um, that time... did you feel a lot of pain?" he asked, which made me, initially looking away, refocus my attention on him. "When I was fucking you. Were you in pain?"
What? Why would he ask such a question? Didn't he know that it was embarrassing for me? I didn't even remember if I sighed sexily, whinnied like a horse, or just remained silent like a corpse.
Was I enjoying myself and behaving as I should? Or did I act embarrassingly and... oh, I really wanted to forget that part if only embarrassing things happened.
I, miraculously, and whether it could be called stupid or not, nodded weakly while trying to hide a face that was probably already as red as a boiled crab. Then, a moment later, I regretted my behavior, which seemed disgusting. Since when did I start behaving like this? This was really embarrassing...
"I didn't mean to make you feel guilty, sir. I just... I'm a virgin, and I didn't know that doing it for the first time would be so painful," I said in a voice that was getting smaller and smaller as if sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
"I know. That's why I'm asking. Does that mean you didn't enjoy our sex at that time?" he asked again. Should I share in the enjoyment of our one-sided sex? If I could, I'd like to sue him for harassment as well since he intentionally got me drunk, then fucked me.
Unfortunately, I was just a stupid girl who went crazy instantly after a good fuck.
"I-I..." No! No, no, no. This must be a mistake. Why was he doing this to me? Did he really want it from me? He... he was kissing me right now. Intensely. He tightened his grip on my hips and squeezed me even more against his body.
No! Would this continue, or... Mr. Levy just tested me?