Chapter 9 9. Kiss like this

Madison's POV

I was in the kitchen cooking and he was staring at me, without moving a fucking inch. He just had his arms rested on the kitchen counter and sat there on the chair, while I cooked the food. He had been in that position for about five minutes already and yes, that was unnecessarily making me nervous.

Although I was focused on making my food, but my stupid eyes tend to look at him every now and then. I had no idea why he was affecting me so much. Worst part was the fact that, the t-shirt was a bit too tight for him and his body was in my vision, a lot more precisely than it could be looking, if only I had given him a different pair of clothes.

That was the emergency pair David had in my house, just in case he decided to spend the night. Assuming they both are almost the same height, I thought the attire would fit him good, but Ethan was more built up than David. A lot more actually. It wouldn't have bothered me much, but seeing how Ethan kept roaming his hands around his strong biceps, I knew he was aware of his body looking like that of a Greek God.

I hated how stunning he was and he knew it very well.

His hair was still wet, falling over his forehead, all scattered across his face. He occasionally ruffled his hair, pushing them back but they always ended up coming back to the same position as they originally were. He was beautiful, I couldn't help but admit that. With his lips looking even more pinkish after the shower and his finger crossed, highlighting the best part of his arms, it was irking me inside because of my inability to stare at him. A few glances weren't enough to describe how charming he really was.

But knowing his eyes were on me; it was something I wanted to last longer. I wanted myself to remain his centre of focus though, I kept reminding myself that I was not supposed to like him staring at me too much because I hate him. And it indeed was making me partially uncomfortable. I looked at him but this time I noticed where he was actually looking.

I looked at him again and this time his eyes were a little down from my face. I looked at myself and saw my exposed cleavage, which made blood rush to my cheeks immediately. No matter how good-looking he was, deep within he was just a pervert. A fucking douchebag. I stood straight pulling up my dress. Realising the sudden change in my position, he too drifted his eyes away.

After some time, the food was ready and I served it in the plate, giving one of it to him and keeping the other for myself.

While eating he said, "It's really good."

"Thank you." I said, blushing. 'Ew, why the hell did I blush?' I thought to myself, shaking my head.

I cleared my throat and stopped myself, focusing on my food. We didn't really talk while eating, but the silence was awkward enough for me to finish my food quickly. Even while eating, I couldn't help but stare at his veiny arms, moving each time he lifted his hand up to take a bite. I was starting to develop arm fetish because of this man.

After we were done with our food, I quickly went to the kitchen and started washing the dishes, when he came from behind. I could sense he was close; it was enough for me to feel his breath fanning the nape of my neck, from behind.

Sliding his fingers slightly against my hand, brushing over my sensitive skin, he took the plate from me and said, "Should I?"

Goosebumps rose immediately and I gave him the plate, shifting away in an attempt to hide my blush. He smiled and started washing. Noticing he looks really cute when he smiles, I wished he was always this sweet to me. Fuck, why was I even thinking he is cute? His presence was making me question my sanity.

I moved to the living room, touching my heated face trying to calm myself down. I skipped those thoughts when I saw him coming out of the kitchen. Knowing this was a one-bedroom apartment there was no place for him. I was just looking around, trying to find the nicest way to tell him to sleep in the living room couch.

"Just give me a pillow and a blanket. I'll sleep on this sofa right here." He said sitting down.

"Alright. If you're not comfortable, you can sleep in my bedroom." But why the hell was I even suggesting to compromise? I just gave him a blanket and a pillow and he just laid down on the sofa.

"It's completely fine. I'll be good, don't worry." He said, giving me a reassuring smile. I genuinely wished for him to be this cute always, but I knew he was just being nice because I was letting him stay in my house.

"Good night, Madison." He said waving at me.

"Good night...If you need anything don't hesitate to wake me up, instead of roaming around at night." He chuckled at my statement.

"I will, Ms. Madison."

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It had been about twenty minutes of me trying to sleep. I just kept laying on my bed with my eyes closed, but I simply couldn't sleep. I was thinking about Ethan. Was he asleep? Was he comfortable? Does he need anything? I don't know why I was thinking so much, but a constant need to check up on him kept intriguing me.

He was my boss and on top of it, he had been sweet to me so, it was my duty to take care of him, as he was also my guest. I was unable to sleep with all these thoughts in my head, turning over to the other side of my bed, again and again. It was almost annoying knowing I had never been restless in my entire life.

Another five minutes and I stood up, because I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to see what he was doing. Maybe if I see if was sleeping soundly, I'll not think about him and sleep? I don't know but I tiptoed and went outside to see him.

I slowly made my way downstairs and saw him sleeping, comfortably. His hair loosely hanging over his face, looking perfect. His eyes were closed and his breath was slow and steady. It was then I noticed how long and beautiful his eyelashes were. Everything looked charming on his face but his lips were the ones that grabbed my attention; alluring rose petals, looking so soft.

I went closer to him and knelt down beside the sofa. He looked so calm and peaceful when he was sleeping. Of course, he's a whole monster when he was awake but he looked really adorable. It was my first-time taking note of every detail of his face so closely. I still don't get how he can be so damn ravishing.

I leaned in and went closer to his lips. Don't know why but I got a sudden urge to kiss him. I just wanted to bite and suck on his lip which were looking so delicious. And one kiss won't hurt a lot. Right? My eyes were closed and I was moving forward, in an attempt to take a taste of his luscious lips.

"What do you think you're doing?"

SNAP!

I was thrown to a different dimension of embarrassment and watching him as he furrowed his eyebrows wasn't helping with the situation either. I quickly got back, unable to stand up because my legs felt horribly weak. I still don't know when he opened his eyes.

"I... Umm...." I stuttered, looking for words, but of course, I had nothing to say. I had no answer for his question.

His arms were crossed and he kept laying in the same position, but leaning a little forward, closer to my face.

"What were you doing Madison?" He asked calmly, in a soft voice.

"Umm...I was."

"Were you trying to kiss me?" He blurted out.

"No!" I shook my head, vigorously.

He smiled and said, "Well, you were about to."

I looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed trying my best to deny his statement knowing very well it was absolutely true. I gulped hard and before I was about to get up, he said

"You kiss like this."

And after saying that he pulled me close and crashed his lips on mine. He kissed me.

Sucking on my lip, I immediately realised how good he tasted; too amazing. His lips were so soft just like I had presumed. He held my face and tilted it to get better access to my lips, while I just kept sitting in the same position letting him do whatever he wanted to. Butterflies making a feast in my belly, I knew I liked the way his kiss felt.

Soon his tongue entered my mouth and it made me go crazy with our head moving in perfect sync. He was sucking on my bottom lip, hard, almost biting it in the process, but I liked the pain. He bit it so roughly; I was sure I must have been cut. But I liked it. A soft moan escaped my mouth and he smiled between our kiss as he continued.

His fingers were hooked behind my neck and he kept pulling me further. He stood up from his place, pulling my face as he continued kissing me. He sat on the sofa, while I sat on the rug, on the floor between his legs as he bent down, never leaving my lips whilst changing his position. He was just too skilled in that. The noise of our lips colliding was all that I could hear, mixed with the soft pitter patter of the rain on the window. It was a steamy atmosphere.

I was submitting to his dominance in that moment. With my hands, pressing against the rug, he was doing all the work, pushing my hair behind and kissing me with the hunger and eagerness, nobody had ever made me feel. We were both out of breath but there was no way his lips left my skin even for a second. He slightly kissed my jawline, letting me inhale for a second, coming back with the same force, sucking on my lower lip. While his left hand was holding my face, he made his right-hand snake slowly up my neck, choking me lightly.

He left my face and solely held me by my neck, exerting minor pressure making pain be felt in the sexiest allure possible. He was strong yet he felt gentle as he held me. His eyes were close and so were mine. We both were lost.

But wait, this is wrong. I can't do this.

Madison stop!

I got back to reality pushing him away immediately and slapped him on his face.

"Ouch, Maddy!"

"You bloody pervert! You just know how to take advantage of someone!" I shouted as I stood up.

"Excuse me? You were the one who came on top of me first."

"So what? Can't you control yourself?" I said, realising that was utterly stupid to even bring in the conversation.

"Control what Maddy? You kissed me back." He said with his right brow up.

I had nothing to say because he was correct. Each and every thing he said was absolutely right. I didn't know what to do or even say. I just quickly went back upstairs to my room, not looking back at him even once and closed the door. I was mentally hitting myself, continuously cursing myself under my breath when my phone buzzed. I looked at the clock before picking up my phone. It was almost three in the morning.

I opened my messages and it was from

Mr. ♥

It was David when I noticed I haven't had his number deleted or even changed his name. But what did this asshole want from me so late? I just quickly clicked on his text in the notification panel, which said, 'I didn't know you would move on so quick Madison. Well good luck. Stay happy.'

"What move on? What is he trying to say?" I said to myself.

As I opened the messages, I saw his entire text which continued and said, 'I had a good conversation with your boyfriend. Hope you're having fun with him. You're lucky.'

Boyfriend? Where did that shit come from? I checked my messages for any such conversation which made him come to such a conclusion, but there was nothing of that sort. Then I checked my phone log and saw David called a few hours ago.

"Don't tell me Ethan picked up the call?" I cursed under my breath.

Fuck what did Ethan do!