CH 8: Pretend

ROSE

 Let's save the kiss for our wedding night.

I wondered what he meant. Though he whispered it in my ears it was enough for every other person to hear and not to forget the smirk. It was an evil one.

Has he already forgotten the rules of the contract?

Can I trust him?

I searching my language for my nightwear while wondering all kinds of ill thoughts in my head. I had asked Jane to pack all my belongings including my clothes and necessities as I while busy, doing other marriage arrangements. But it looked like she had forgotten to pack my night wears.

When I was about to be fed up with finding I finally found a beautiful package inside. I looked around the package and found a letter stuck to it. As expected, it was Jane.

I know you were unwilling to take such a big step but since you have taken it how about giving it a try, after all, you couldn't find another hot, sizzling, and sxy guy in the whole world.*

It's your first night, and I know you are not experienced but I think he'll get your sexual monster out, so don't worry (with a smile and shy emoji*). So be satisfied and let him be too.* (again I shy emoji )By the way, it's my wedding gift for you.

 You can do it, Rose, break off the bed tonight.

Love,

Jane

I looked at the letter for a month and then wondered if she really was my friend and if I had to find another best friend.

Do they sell friends on Google? Or Amazon? Guess I need to order one soon.

She looked way more excited than me. To be true, I did tell her about my contract but didn't really mention the rules, cause I was sure Jane would hate the rules and especially that no touching one.

God, what am I gonna do with this girl?

I tore beautiful packaging aside and found a hell of options of lingerie inside. It was full of lace bra, underwear, nighties which covered less but showed more. I wasn't going to wear that.

Come on. I shouted in the back of my mind. After finding for like ten minutes more, I finally found a decent piece of clothing that I could finally wear. It was a black spaghetti top with thin straps and lace pattern and paired it with my black shorts. Ryan was busy attending to some guests when I took the opportunity to take a bath first.

According to the rules of contract, he might not be able to touch me but I still had to live with him in his own room —make even the servants believe in our relationship (cause according to him, if any of the servants found that we aren't really what we should be, it would automatically reach her mom, which he doesn't want. So I finally agreed to be in the same room as him.

After taking a warm shower I grabbed my side of the bed and tried my best to sleep.

Prevention is better than cure, and with that mantra, I avoided giving him any opportunities to do something that he shouldn't.

A weird feeling arose from my abdomen as some erotic scene started to flash in my mind. I shook my head hard till it agreed to come to reality then again tried hard to sleep. But like a kid who immediately starts to fall asleep in front of books but gets insomnia when actually told to sleep —I also couldn't sleep.

His words were still roaming in my mind when a familiar figure entered the room. Though I was turned opposite, his reflection was still visible in the mirror located on the angular side of me.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately took a glace over me and I shut my eyes in response— pretending to sleep.

For a moment the surrounding went still. Hearing no words from his side, I slowly lifted the closed curvature of my eyes to peek at him through the reflection of the mirror. He had already removed his waistcoat and was now untying the buttons of his pure white shirt. As he fully removed his shirt I could finally see his torso.

He had a well-toned body with huge biceps, that only occur after hard training in the gym. Don't know why but I immediately felt my throat getting dry, just at the sight of it. I gulped and licked my lips at the thought of touching his sexy figure.

It looked like all male testosterone coming from his body and started attacking my limbic lobe ( It's a part of the brain responsible for sexual behavior and activities)

I looked at the reflection of his mesmerizing gaze which showed a sense of desire. He smirked as he moved his hands grabbing his belt.

I closed my eyes in panic and more of all fear. I mentally prepared my mind to shout as loud as it could if he tries to do anything.

With five minutes of no activity, I finally grabbed the courage to open my eyes again. At first, I again tried to peek but being unable to see any reflection, I rolled my eyeballs around to find nobody in the room.

Assuming him to be at shower and finally let out the stuck air of my lungs.

RYAN

People say that a woman looks the most beautiful or I should say killer on three occasions of her life; first—on her date, second— on her wedding and third—in bed( It's only me who thinks that, so guidelines —don't curse people), the first two I had already seen and was already mesmerized by its sexiness, but the third—it was something that I was the most dying to see.

I found her lying on the side of the bed as I entered the room. Her back was turned to the other side and was half-covered in a blanket. To be true I could see all her expressions from the mirror angled at the side of the room. And from judging her expression, as could see that she could see my reflection too. She shut her eyes as I glanced over her. So I decided to show her something that she was refusing to see.

I removed my waistcoat and unbuttoned my shirt to finally see her peeking. Seeing her gaze fixed at my chest while licking her lips I couldn't help but smirk. I moved my hand and grabbed my belt to show her something more. As I was about to give a scandalous display of my member, she shut her eyes harder than before.

God, she looked so cute. Her reaction made me want to tease her more and so I decided to let her wait to see more of it. I grabbed my towel and moved to take a shower.

As I got out of the shower, rapping only a towel around my wet abdomen. I shove my hand through my wet hair which still was dropping some drops of water on the floor( I heard it’s what girls think is sexy) I got inside of the bed as it is without fully disposing of my smirk.

“It's hard to pretend, right ?...when you're actually not asleep!”

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