⭐ Leona's POV ⭐

"You are coming to Australia? But why?"

"You sound disappointed by that information, daughter. Just some time ago you were begging me to take you away from there, now what happened?" Father spoke through the call.

"Um... nothing...I was just thinking why you are coming all of a sudden..."

I continued to say. "Father, have you solved the problem already? I mean do we have to end the contract before the four months are over?"

"Why do I feel that you are going to be very sad if the contract ends soon?"

Maybe I was. I don't know why.

"I am not! I am just asking you!" I lied.

"Okay, okay. No, the problem isn't solved yet but do you really want to come back here?"

"What are trying to say, father? I don't understand."

"What I am trying to say is...have you fallen in love with Rafe, daughter?"

In love. With Rafe.

My cheeks started to warm up at that thought. "No! Of course not. Why will I fall in love with him!"

"I was just wondering that since you guys have been living together for more than two months now, maybe you have fallen in love with each other."

"Please, don't be ridiculous. No one is in love with anyone."

"Hmm... that's sad..."

My mouth fell open. "What? Do you want us to fall in love or what?"

He cleared his throat. "Well... that's what usually happens in Romance Novels...all those I have read..."

"Then please stop reading them, okay? Or else I will burn down your library."

"You wouldn't do that!" He sounded scared by my threat.

"Then please stop hoping that we will fall in love and all that shit." I rolled my eyes and he sighed.

"Okay, fine." And then his voice turned serious. "And...I talked to Isaiah the other day about this situation with his son, Carl."

I scoffed. "As if he would help us."

"He did try to. He has been trying to make his son understand but he's just as if he has gone insane."

"And you are insane for thinking that he would help us instead of his son. Wasn't he your rival?"

"He was. But he has changed a long time back, he realised his mistakes. And he asked for my forgiveness too and I forgave him and we are friends now. As for his son, he is against his ideas and hence he has been trying to help us." Father explained making me roll my eyes.

"Fine, fine. If that's what you think..."

"Hmm. By the way, I'll be there day after tomorrow, I'll see you then. Bye, take care."

"Bye...I will see you soon." And I ended the call, laying down on the bed on my back.

My mind started to replay last night's incident and I blushed hard. He was going to kiss me, I guess...maybe...or maybe not.

And then since last night, he hardly said anything.

What is going on even? Why is this so confusing?

Why is he making my heart beat faster?

Why is he doing all this to me?!

I let out a frustrated groan and buried my head in the pillow.

Why?

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The next day, when I woke up in the morning, Rafe wasn't there but that wasn't the problem, the problem was my periods that decided to gave me such a pleasant surprise.

This is not good because...I tend to get very, very...um...how do I put it...I just get very horny on my periods. Very.

That wasn't a problem before but it is now because I have a certain someone, living with me who maybe...just a little...um...hot.

And well...after all that happened day before yesterday at that party, I have been wondering how it feels like to kiss him.

Which is a bad thing because now I am on my periods and I feel like kissing him and doing a lot many things to him.

Groaning, I collapsed on his bed after getting freshened up.

I'm not getting out of the bed today so that I don't have to see him. That's a good idea.

I mentally patted myself on the back for such an amazing idea and decided to sleep a little more.

A few minutes later, as I was about to sleep, the door opened and Rafe poked his head inside. "Don't you want to have breakfast?"

I stopped myself from groaning. "I am not getting up today." I closed my eyes so that I don't have to see him.

"And why?"

"Because I am on my periods, idiot! Don't trouble me."

"Oh...um...okay... anything you need though?"

"Yes. I need you to get yourself out of here. Right now."

"Okay, okay, fine. I am going." And then I heard the door shutting and I sighed in relief.

Which was not long live because a minute later, the door again opened and Rafe walked in with a plate of pancakes in his hand which he placed on the bed beside me and thankfully, left quickly.

Atleast, he remembered to give me breakfast.

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That afternoon, as I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed something that warmed my heart.

On the bed was a basket which was full of chocolates and a small tub of my favourite ice cream along with a spoon.

And there was a note on it.

So that you don't kill me...here are some chocolates and ice cream.

~ Your Beloved Husband

That made me chuckle softly as my heart warmed at his gesture and I sat down to devour the ice cream and the chocolates.

Later, after I had finished the ice cream and two chocolates, I laid down and scrolled through my phone when Rafe entered after knocking.

And I groaned at the sight of him wearing a tight white t shirt, through which you could make out his wide shoulders and biceps.

God!

"Get the fuck away from here!" Before I do something I will regret. I wanted to add.

"I didn't even do anything!" He argued, feeling offended.

"You have no idea." I muttered.

"Then enlighten me." He grinned as he walked closer to the bed.

Why is he looking so sexy today? Even his hair is looking so good that I want to run my fingers through it while he--

I broke my chains of thoughts because they were becoming wild.

I shut my eyes tightly. "Please, Rafe. Leave."

"Just give me one reason; why I should leave? This is my room." And he sat down on the bed beside me.

I was feeling so frustrated that I didn't even realise what I was saying until it was too late. "Because you are turning me on!"

Oh, fuck.

I instantly placed my palm over my mouth, regretting what I just confessed as his eyes widened.

"No. No. No. T-that's not what I meant...I...um... it's just I am on my periods and I get very horny--"

What the fuck? Why am I even telling him all this?

So that he could relieve us of this sexual frustration. My conscience chirped in.

No!

When his shock subsided, a smirk took over his face and mischievousness danced in his eyes.

This is not good. He is planning something evil. Very evil.

"So, I am turning you on, huh?" His smirk widened.

"No. I was just kidding... that's not true..."

He cocked his head slightly. "Oh, we will see about that."

My eyes widened as he started to move closer to where I laid. "Rafe...what...what are you doing?"

I quickly pulled the duvet over my face when he moved even more closer but that was of no use as he pulled it off my body completely and I shrieked as his body hovered above mine, both his hands on either side of my head and the smirk never leaving his face.

"Rafe...what do you think you are doing?" I managed to say as he tucked a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

"Oh, I am just finding about something." His voice all of a sudden turned low, deeper, sexier making me clench my legs.

He gently placed his palm just above my knees, may I add that I was wearing a pair of loose shorts causing a pleasurable shiver to run down my spine and my eyes closed on their own.

I could feel his hot breath near my ear as he brushed his lips against them and moved down, his lips just brushing as he moved down to the base of my neck.

I bit my lips to suppress a moan.

I slowly opened my eyes as he stared at me, his pupils dilated and he leaned closer, his lips hovering above mine and just when I thought he was going to kiss me and I started to lift my head to meet his lips, he moved his lips down, brushing them over my jaw and down to the neck.

This is torture. Pleasurable torture.

His hand simultaneously, started to move upwards, his finger moving slowly and teasingly up the side of my leg and upto my abdomen.

And without warning, his fingers slipped inside my t shirt, rubbing small circles over my waist and at the same time, he pressed his lips fully against the base of my neck making me moan softly before I could control myself.

"Rafe." It was supposed to sound as if I was protesting against it, instead it came out as a moan.

My hands wrapped around his neck as he started to gently suck at the base of my neck and my fingers found their way to his hair as I tugged on them making him groan.

And he suddenly pulled back, his emerald eyes almost looking black and they kept flickering between my lips and my eyes.

Just kiss me already! Why stop now?

But he didn't. He just rolled off me and started to walk towards the bathroom.

I managed to find my voice and ask him, "What...where...where are you going?" I wanted him to come back and finish what he had started.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, his voice husky. "I am going to take a shower." And his eyes raked over my body, my flushed cheeks and probably the hickey that he gave me. "A cold one."

Oh. My. God.

He then was about to enter inside but stopped and looked at me over his shoulder again, a smirk forming on his face. "Or maybe you could join me instead?"

"No!" My cheeks reddened even more and I averted my eyes from him.

He chuckled huskily and finally went inside making me sigh deeply.

I'm so aroused right now.

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I was sitting with my back against the headboard trying to stop myself from feeling embarrassed as well as aroused anymore.

Rafe was in the bathroom, I could hear the shower turning off and a few seconds later, Rafe emerged from the bathroom wearing just a towel that was wrapped 'loosely' around his waist. His hair was wet as water droplets fell from it. I noticed a single water droplet running down his bare chest, down to his six pack and disappearing under his V line and I ran my tongue over my lips.

OH LORD, HAVE MERCY!

"Can you please wear some clothes?" I said, looking away.

"Why? Feeling aroused again?"

"No." I stated.

"Really? Want me to prove otherwise just like I did before?" And he started to move closer.

"No! Please, stop!" I held up my hands infront of me in defence making him chuckle deeply but that didn't stop him from stepping closer to the bed.

And just as he took another step closer, his towel fell down.

"Oh my goodness!" I was quick to cover my eyes with my hands before I could see something I shouldn't.

"I'm quite offended, baby. I thought you will enjoy the show but you have covered your eyes."

"You did it deliberetly?!" I yelled with my eyes still closed.

"Well...no...but still..."

"Just wear some clothes quickly!"

"But if I don't?" He asked in a husky whisper.

"Rafe, stop doing all this! Stop...stop flirting...or else I will complain this to your dad!" I warned.

You could hear the amusement in his voice. "What exactly will you complain about? That oh, Mr Andrews, my husband tried to flirt with me? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"

"Whatever! Just go, wear something!"

He sounded disappointed. "Fine!" And I heard him move across the room and go inside his walk in closet and when the door shut, then only I opened my eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm myself down.

When he came out, finally dressed up, I just asked him to leave at which he pouted sadly but when I glared and threw a pillow at him, he finally left.

God. That was intense!