Chapter 84 - Disappointed

It was already eight in daylight when I went out of my room, fresh from the bath, wearing a long sleeve shirt and fitted trousers.

In the dining table, Cain was drinking tea entirely at home, dressed in his three-piece suit. In the glass vase on the table, there was a new yellow rose together with the other roses he gave me.

His wet hair, after shower face and smell, was like an aphrodisiac to me. I wrinkled my nose and ignored him. I unpacked the shopping bags in the living area, placing them in their proper places.

"You're angry."

I snubbed him and continued what I was doing.

"Leanna . . ."

I pretended I didn't hear him.

"Leanna . . ."

I sensed him stood from his chair, and though I didn't hear the sounds of his steps, I knew he was approaching me.

I treated him like air and walked past him into the dining area. He followed me around, not uttering a word much to my irritation.

When I finally unpacked and placed all the things in its proper places, I grabbed the remaining shopping bags and went straight to my room –– slamming the door shut.

I knew I was a brat, but I couldn't help it! My temper is at its worst when I'm angry. I didn't want to speak to him. Afraid I would only shout and say hurtful words at his face.

It's best if I let my temper cool down first.

But unfortunately for me, Cain didn't want to leave me and my temper alone.

"Leanna . . ."

He embraced me from behind and nibbled my ear. My body gave its usual response that only this man could induce.

"Let go!" I hissed.

"I know you're disappointed. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have led you on like that," he whispered into my ear, trying to appease my anger.

But instead, it made me even angrier!

I bit my lip, didn't want to say something that I would surely regret. But he was adamant in forcing me to shout at him.

"Leanna . . . , talk to me . . ."

"Let go!" I struggled from his embrace, but his hands only tightened –– not letting me go.

"Leanna . . . don't be angry anymore . . ."

He gave me that raspy pleading voice which I was weak at, and my limbs turned to jelly against my will. Good thing he was holding me or my embarrassed face would meet the hard cold floor.

*sigh . . . My resolve, can you please be more determined?

I puffed a wry sigh, "From this day forth, don't lead me on if you're not going to follow through."

"En . . ."

"Don't grab me and rip my clothes if you're just going to leave me hanging."

"En . . ."

"Don't touch my breasts nor poke me if you're not going to make love to me."

"En . . ."

Alright, I'd admit, I was like a frustrated old unmarried woman starving for sex.

But I couldn't help it!

I was so disappointed and angry at him for bringing me near heaven only to drop me on the ground without warning.

"From now on, I won't do all those things until we're married," he said, kissing my hair.

. . .

. . .

Wait . . . What?!

He turned me to face him.

"I will only hug and kiss you and won't do anything beyond that until you're of legal age," he continued with a serious face, ignoring my shock expression.

Wait! Wait! Didn't you understand the meaning behind my words?!

"I will treasure your body even after we are married," he smiled, embracing me gently in his arms.

. . .

. . .

I don't want you to freakin' treasure my body! I want you to make love to me right now! RIGHT NOW! YA' HEAR ME?!