Through Your Eyes — Chapter 66

RED'S POV

Sean looked around with watchful eyes, so I understood that he did not want to talk about Patrick here. I dropped the topic, and he kept his silence. However, his choice to keep his silence gave me a clue that Patrick was behind this. And the more my suspicion grew that he was the famous business tycoon the newscaster meant.

Why would Sean do this? Why the hell would he support Patrick's moves against the president? And why would he risk his reputation over this crime? Just how deep was their grudge towards him that they need to involve innocent lives?

Once we were back at our room in Laminae, I brought up the topic again. But before that, I decided to hit his weakness - every man's weakness- so that he would open up to me. No matter how I felt silly for thinking that it would work, I still wanted to give it a try. I no longer wanted to complicate things over this damned mystery.

I went to the shower and stripped myself naked. Just as the tub filled itself up to the brim, I poured the bubble bath solution then stirred it until the foams formed into white clouds of suds. I then dipped into the water, enjoying its soothing and relaxing temperature, combined with the fresh scent of the foam solution.

I closed my eyes, not realizing that I dozed off after a few minutes, failing myself from my original plan. However, I still succeeded because my prolonged stay at the tub made Sean worry.

"Red!" My eyes flew wide when his voice pierced into my ear.

"What?" I grumbled, still feeling sleepy.

"What takes you so long? The water is already cold," he said, and I followed his eyes, sticking on my naked self.

"Why don't you come over, instead? It feels relaxing here."

"The water is already cold. Come out." He picked up the showerhead and rinsed me from the soap suds. Once he's done, he held my hand and helped me get out of the tub.

I looked away from his piercing gaze on my body, and I walked to where my towel was, but Sean was quicker to pick it up ahead of me. With my back facing him, he spread the towel on my head then rubbed my hair dry. He then pulled the towel away from my head then pat-dried my skin from the neck down to each of my thighs. I held my breath when the side of his palm hit my sensitive part as he moved the towel between my inner legs.

"It's done," he whispered in my ear, and before I could move, I felt his hands on my shoulders and his tongue at the back of my ear, nibbling the edges softly. I stiffened as the sense of pleasure built up inside me, but still, I stayed in place, allowing him to do his ways.

Then, his hands moved away from my shoulders, and it crawled on my peaks, kneading them softly. His tongue moved to the sides of my neck while his hands were rolling my nipples between his fingers. I then felt my knees wobbled, and I complained.

"Stop, Sean. Let's go to bed."

He indeed stopped, hugged me from behind, then interlaced his fingers on top of my navel. He then rested his head on my shoulder while my back felt his heat, including the hard thing poking at my behind.

"I'm sorry I lost my temperance. You're such a temptation," he whispered, his breathing caressing my face.

"Continue it on the bed," I replied, fighting against the shame from asking for it.

"You have not recovered fully yet. I won't forgive myself if you get unwell again because of my intemperance."

I knew Sean felt my embarrassment for being turned down because he lifted me in his arms and placed me on the bed. He covered me with the quilt and began kissing me again while hovering over me. Just when I got carried away and put my arms around his neck, he stood up.

"Please, excuse me," he said. Then like a bolt of lightning, he sprinted towards the bathroom.

I then heard the splashing of the water, and I started to wonder about this strange behavior. I tiptoed towards the door to the bathroom, and I was glad it was not locked. The sound of the running water seemed to complement what I was planning because he did not notice that I slid the door open and peered on him.

I saw him there, standing under the strong sprays of the shower. He was completely naked, though I could only see his back. Then, my eyes bulged out when I saw his arms moving. Even if I couldn't see him in full view, I knew he was holding his shaft and rubbing it vigorously to relieve himself.

I ran back to my bed, then hurried to pull out a set of clothes from the wardrobe. I was already lying back on the bed when he came out; his hair was glistening with drops of water. Feeling my gaze on him, he sat down beside me on the bed, then stroke my forehead.

"Red, I don't want you to think later that I'm only taking advantage of your vulnerability because you just broke up with Eric.  And I don't want to do sex for the sake of need. I want to make love with you, you just don't know how much, but I want to do it when I am sure that you are giving me your whole heart and soul."

When I did not answer him, he continued. "I already learned my lesson, and I don't want to do it again."

I was moved by his self-temperance and his reasons why he didn't want to indulge in sex with me. I sat up and hugged him, letting him feel my appreciation in this simple way.

Later in the afternoon, the gown designer came over, and I met her in the clinic.

"Have you chosen your design?" she asked after she sat across me in the sitting room.

"Not really," I smiled. I was never particular with brands and designs, and I could wear anything available.

"Or, you can choose from this brochure," she said, handing me the book. Her smile was captivating, and her poise she moved around gracefully that I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I flipped the pages and stopped at the part where I spotted a design I thought I liked.

The designer's face dropped, and she looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, Dr. Red, but Mr. Martela has already picked up that design for his woman."