Chapter 65 - Endure

Cain shortened their distance. He was about to pounce and pin her on the wall, but skid to a stop when fear and panic crossed her face.

And like a charm, he calmed down.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll just take a bath," he said, didn't bother hiding the agony in his tone. This kind of pain was new to him. It was both pleasant and painful at the same time that he was going crazy. He was just glad that his reason didn't give up on him.

Leanna nodded meekly, and he went straight into the bathroom.

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I distracted myself gaping at Cain's unit. I filled my eyes with every grandeur and luxury of his kitchen, bar, dining, living room. My curiosity took over, and I tiptoed my way back into his bedroom.

I heard the gushing water from the bathroom, and my whole body flared without stopping. Wild thoughts scrambled inside my mind. I shook the sinful thoughts away, flickering my focus back on his bedroom.

The man's bedroom was clean and simple. All the things he had were necessary and in order –– no extra furniture without a purpose.

I strode to his bookshelves and found many books on business, planning, strategies, computers. I was searching for a picture of him and searched I did till my eyes slid to his King size bed.

A naughty thought flashed in my mind. As careful as I could not make a sound, I laid on his bed, and hugged, sniffed his pillows.

As expected, it has his scent.

His natural fresh scent, reminding me of the cold breeze in the Arctic region. He didn't have that strong smell of cologne or any artificial fragrance much to my glee.

I couldn't stand any artificial scent for it triggered my asthma and headache.

I was planning to get out before he saw me fantasizing about him on his bed, but my body appeared to have found its haven. My muscles relaxed while my bones melted from the warmth of his bed and the comfort of his scent.

No matter how much my brain screamed, my body didn't respond while my eyes gradually closed.

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Cain didn't know what to make of the situation.

After he took a cold shower, calming himself, he was greeted by a temptress on his very own bed. His body burned, more intense than the last.

He was sporting a boxer underneath a robe, on his way to his closet when he spotted her. He always slept naked. But since Leanna was present, he needed to wear a shirt and pants.

Then watching her sleeping on his bed, face serene, all thoughts and reasons left him.

Three days! It's just been three days! Leanna is still a minor! You can't––!

As much as he wanted to restrain himself, he finally couldn't resist when he heard her moan in her sleep.

This woman could always push me to lose control easily.

He made his way to her. His frosty eyes narrowed, his breathing ragged as her smooth legs hugged his pillows, exposing her thin cotton underwear.

His throat was so dry that breathing was painful.

With trembling hands, he reached for the blanket and tucked her in, hiding even her neck.

He controlled his breathing after, counting in his head to shake away what he had seen.

He slid her hair behind her ears as he stared at her for a moment before kissing her forehead.

"Wait till you become my wife, I won't be merciful then."

He went into the bathroom and released his frustrations –– all over again.