[Chapter 5]

Lumira

We chatted a little over dinner. Nothing much except Ayan complimenting my cooking and talking about how his day went at work.

I chime in a couple questions, nodding along and listening to him attentively.

Afterwards, I take the plates to the sink and he goes to put the leftovers in the fridge. He joins me in drying the dishes next.

"See, we're already a good team." He beams proudly.

"We sure are." I agree. "Tell me, why did you like me in the first place? You could have had anyone you wanted." I ask casually.

He pauses and thinks a little before responding. My heart's jumping in anticipation, it's not ready to hear anything negative. But he assures me with a small smile.

"Well, I have never really dated anyone. Only once back in middle school. It was a kiddy love," He chuckles. "But later, I got serious with my studies and dad wanted me to focus on his companies more. So when he told me about marriage, I wasn't particularly interested."

My face falls a little, till I hear his next words.

"As you know my mom's from a different background so she was persistent. Your dad had been my dad's client for a long time so our mothers also knew each other. And mom really wanted me to think about this marriage.

Then she showed me your picture, and something in me just switched. I know it sounds cliché but it is what it is."

I could almost cry because of how beautifully he talks, he has already won my heart and I know I'm falling for him.

"Thank you." I say softly, but sincerely.

He grins, "Thank you too."

He nudges his shoulder with mine, making me chuckle and continue washing.

Suddenly he takes a handful of water and attempts to throw it on my face but ends up throwing it all over my shirt.

"Oh shit! Fuck! I'm so sorry!" He rambles, rushing to grab a napkin and starts dabbing at my chest.

I would've cared about getting soaked if not for his hands touching my bra-less boobs. To embarrass me further, my nipples are see through my soaked shirt clinging to my chest.

Ayan's too busy blotting the water to notice and I'm stood frozen, trying to regulate my breathing and not make any sound. My thighs are pressed close as he keeps muttering apologies, focusing solely on my chest.

Does he have any idea what he's doing?

"Ayan." I barely manage to get out.

He stops and glances up at me then back at my chest then back up at me, stilling and searching my eyes.

As if time stood still and he can read my eyes. I notice how his eyes flicker back to my chest and they darken visibly, my hands ball at my sides.

I'm very aware of how his hands still on me. He suddenly lets go of the napkin in hand, gaze zeroing in on my chest and to my surprise and pleasure, he hovers his palms over my breasts.

I suck in a breath.

"Th-they look soft." He blurts, not fully touching yet not removing his hands either. His dark eyes gotten darker.

An embarrassing sound threatens to escape me as my insides quiver from his dirty talk, making me hot and wet.

Just like that, he snaps out of the trance and retreats his hands. His face ten shades redder and I'm sure mine resembles the same.

"Oh sh- I'm so so so fucking sorry. I don't know what I was doing or saying. Please, forgive me! I'm really sorry!" He rubs a hand down his face frantically. "I-uh I should go."

Before I can unfreeze myself and say something to stop him, he grabs his keys and storms out of my condo.

When the door slams shut, I release a deep sigh and balance myself against the counter, regulating my breathing and waiting for the tingly tremors to subside.

As much as it embarrasses me, I can't measure the amount it pleased me. I just wish we weren't so awkward and Ayan didn't always apologise for touching his soon to be wife.

It saddens me.

I didn't even get to assure him that I didn't mind.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, then finish the rest of the dishes and put them away.

Lying in bed at night, all I can think about is his hands on my chest, how his gaze had darkened and he licked his lips. I couldn't stop the feelings, the burning sensations coursing through me.

I have never lost control like this.

Lost in thoughts of Ayan and his attention all over me, I unconsciously begin to touch myself. Soft moans draw from my lips and I'm overwhelmed from the desires crawling my heart and body.

"Ayan..." My mouth only forms his name as I experience pleasure.

Fuck. I'm so gone for this man.

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