Chapter 173: Strong Enough To Be My Man

Since it was the weekend Jorge decided to go and check his family's residential house. He had not been to that house in years, and he knew there would be a lot of cleaning needed there. Miley accompanied him despite his disagreement. He had hired a cleaning crew, but they would start next Saturday.

Miley observed the unkempt look of the house and felt some weird creepy feeling. She shivered for no reason as they went inside. She even started having goosebumps all over her body. 

She recalled their time when they used to visit Jorge's family in that mansion, but after Jorge shifted with them she didn't keep a foot back in that place. It had been many years since her last step in that house. A white cloth covered every furniture, and it only added more creepiness in the house.

"Jorge… I think it's not a good idea to visit it first like this. I mean, you should wait for the cleaning crew to fix everything first. Geez, why are you so stubborn? Bro is right, you should at least hire a caretaker of this house." Miley commented, walking so close with Jorge, wrapping his arm tightly with hers.

Jorge sighed. Since he transferred to Sy mansion, he never took time to check the house. Whenever he tried, his memories of his deceased parents made him sad, and so he stopped even thinking about taking a look at the place. He had it locked and abandoned it. 

The whole mansion was covered in dust, and cobwebs were there everywhere. All the furniture was safe under the sheets and the packing on them, and after years Jorge felt like making the entire place lively and livable. 

Miley was feeling too weird and with every step taken inside, her grip on Jorge was becoming tighter and tighter, distracting him from the surroundings and making him feel a little uneasy. 

The eeriness of the atmosphere and the surrounding was not actually the fact that was making him uneasy like Miley, but it was because of Miley's closeness that he was spacing out.

He couldn't concentrate at all because he could feel Miley's left breast brushing on his arm. It was too soft, so he presumed Miley was not wearing a padded bra. He wondered what color it was that she was wearing. If he was not mistaken Miley loved vibrant colors in her clothes and the same went with her undies as well.

Jorge cursed as his breath became intensely ragged. Maybe it was because he had been a celibate man all his life that a simple brushing of Miley's soft chest on his arm extremely affected him and made his manhood to react drastically? 

"Miley leave me some space… I mean you're too close…" he could not help but complain in his hoarse seductive voice.

"I see a lot of spiderwebs. I'm not a fan of spiders at all!" Miley exclaimed hugging his arm more tightly unaware how she brushed her left bosom on it. Also unaware of the effect she caused on him. 

Jorge knew it was not a good idea to have Miley tag along with him, but she insisted on tagging along and now he was being tortured left right and centre.

"How about we just hold hands Miley? I will go up and check my room. You're making me uncomfortable brushing your…" he could not even say the word breast in her face.

Miley looked at Jorge with knitted brows, then her eyes went down to his arm that she was hugging. Then a mischievous grin curved on her beautiful lips as she teased, "Hmm, do I make your…" Her lips pointed down on his crotch as she added, "Is it up?"

Jorge's face reddened in embarrassment. He knew Miley was brazen, but he did not expect her to be so bold to talk about those kinds of topics with a smirk on her face so easily.

"I guess it's hard, no? Your dick?" 

Jorge's eyes widened in shock as he burst, "Miley!!!" 

"What?!" Miley asked. Amusement replaced the feeling of fear in her eyes a while ago because of the creepy atmosphere.

"Watch your words and your language, will you?"

Miley pouted her lips and mumbled, "It's called like that… Cock… Dick… Penis? There are a lot of names actually… I read a lot of…"

"Stop it already, Miley! I can't believe you! It's too inappropriate for you to say those words..."

Miley chuckled and said, "Well… I prefer your penis is up since it only means you're getting affected by my body. It's a better sign than nothing at all."

Jorge's palm covered his face. He was the one embarrassed completely with a red face and red ears.

Miley laughed and said, "Alright no more private organ thing. Let's hold hands and I will still hug your arm okay. So you can feel my assets as long as you want."

'Oh God!' Jorge cried silently.

They walked on the stairs and went upstairs. All this while Jorge kept trying his best to concentrate inside the house and the works needed to be done.

Miley looked around as well while she walked with Jorge, inspecting every corner of the house. She heard that abandoned houses like this often had so-called ghosts or evil spirits.

"Ahmm, are you sure you can live here all alone, Jorge? All by yourself?" Miley asked as soon as they entered Jorge's room. 

Jorge took that opportunity to say, "Yeah, but if you want, you can always accompany me and even stay back every night…"

"No way!" Miley instantly answered. Jorge chuckled because Miley was afraid of horror things ever since like her brother Liam.

"Scaredy cat…" he teased.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"I am not!"

The bantering stopped when a sudden screeching sound was heard inside Jorge's room.

"What's that?!" Miley burst as she jumped off her feet to Jorge, clinging hard on to him because of fright.

She buried her face on his neck and mumbled, "Let's get out of here. Let's just go back from here and come again once it's cleaned and is no longer creepy."

Jorge chuckled and whispered, ��Scaredy cat…"

Miley nuzzled her head to look at him and grunted, "I'm not!"

Her face was too close, inviting Jorge to capture those parted lips of hers, so he reached and sealed Miley's lips that instant.

Miley was taken aback, but Jorge's kissing was too good to resist, passionate and demanding that she forgot about her fright but focussed instead on answering back his kiss. 

"We should stop…" Jorge hummed in between his kissing.

"Agree…" Miley answered, but none of them stopped. And they just continued sucking each other's lips, not minding how dusty the surroundings or there were even hosts around.

But Miley's body stiffened, and her eyes widened. "Jorge…" she whispered, trembling.

"Hmmm…" Jorge breathed and started crawling his lips on her neck.

"Jorge… The cover slipped!" 

Jorge stopped and looked at the direction Miley was pointing to, then smirked.

"Geez… my kitten, of course it will slip… Look…" Jorge nuzzled on the big rat near the cover.

"I bet the screeching is caused by rats too. Gosh, I shouldn't leave this place to rot like this. I think I need to do renovations as well. Let's go now or else I might end up doing more than kiss you..."

Miley crumpled her face. Not convinced rats caused it. 

"Let's not come back here again until the house is properly renovated." she added.

Jorge laughed and said, "Would you like to go down on your feet or do you want me to carry you like this going out?"

"Carry me… Till we're inside the car. Let's see if you're strong enough to be my man!"