Chapter 17

Everleigh's POV 

He stood with hands akimbo and gazed at me for a few seconds. 

He then wore a smile, lifted both hands into the air and began to tug on his shirt.

"What are you doing?" I said, discomforted by his actions and gestures.

"Stripping for you, my love," He said, taking his shirt off.

"Please stop," I responded. 

"What? You don't find me attractive?"

"You're a very handsome man, Felix. But I don't want to see you naked."

"Why not?" His voice shivered, threatening to break. He appeared very sober. 

He had somehow succeeded in taking his shirt off and now stood with his bare hairy chest, gazing down at me and waiting for a response.

Felix was still very attractive and handsome, I couldn't deny that fact. 

I looked at him with a mouthwatering expression, swallowed the desire that washed over me and shut my eyes.

I heard him tugging on another piece of his clothing and soon realized that it was his pants. 

Although I tried not to look, my very inquisitive eyes fluttered open and I gazed at the half naked man standing hands akimbo by my bedside. 

He flashed a smile at me and then he strutted towards the bed where I lay. 

The room was dimly lit, allowing me to make out his dick print on his underpants. 

A part of me earnestly prayed that he wouldn't touch it. Another part of me wanted to know if he still had a six inch dick.

 He slipped into the bed beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

He was almost stripped, except for the underwear that firmly girded his manhood from my surprisingly hungry eyes. 

Sleep eluded me as I lay next to him, my mind swirling with questions. 

As I had watched him undress in the dim light, I couldn't help but wonder if every move he made was part of an act. 

"Everleigh," he said softly, gazing at me intently. "I need to talk to you about the plan. I... I'm confused.

For a moment, I was distracted from the lust of my eyes. 

My ears tinged for more information, I turned around quizzically and faced him, our eyes meeting for a split second.

 I saw the vulnerability in the way he looked at me. 

Felix was bad around alcohol. Whenever he drank, you could get any information out of him. I began to query him, searching his eyes. 

"What do you mean, Felix? What plan? Why are you confused?"

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's complicated, Ever. 

There are things I can't explain right now. Things you wouldn't understand.

 But every time I look at you, I feel hurt because I know that you don't deserve any of this especially after all that you have been through in the hands of Clyde."

"I don't understand a word you have said, Felix," I pulled him close to myself and let him rest his chest on my bosom. That was an old trick that always worked. 

As long as he was high and felt safe, he would say whatever you wanted to hear, especially when it's the truth. "What's the plan?"

"Clyde, Laura, you, revenge." He seemed to be drowsy.

"What do we have to do with all of this, Felix? What is it about revenge?"

"The plan is not to hurt you but to hurt Clyde. 

But I guess in the process, everyone might be hurt in some way."

"What is the plan? Who made the plan?"

"The plan?" He looked up at me, probably trying to decide if I was meant to hear about it. "I can't tell you that," He said. 

"What I can tell you is that Clyde deserves everything that is coming for him."

I felt my heart skip a beat as I listened to the man lying on my chest. 

He was so good at bearing grudges, I wondered if he had forgiven me for leaving him to be with Clyde. 

Maybe he was going to get me to feel attracted to him, then punish me in some way?

He was starting to snore lightly. I rubbed his hair gently, as I looked at him. 

He leaned up after a while and pulled me close, close enough to whisper to me.

 His breath was warm against my ear as he said, "I love you, Everleigh. But right now, the plan is more important than our feelings."

"You love me?" I said with a voice lower than a whisper. He didn't hear me. He was half asleep.

 "The plan is more important than our feelings, is that so?"

He parted his eyelids. "Yes, Ever. The plan to get back at Clyde that we both had.

 The reason why we are engaged to be married. It's important. Very important."

I felt used. I felt like I had been manipulated into pursuing this course by Felix because it was all that he wanted. His words stung.

 But before I could decide what my next line of action would be, I felt his lips on mine. 

I was startled by the gesture and resisted, pushing against his chest, but soon, I found myself lost in the moment.

 This was all I wanted since he walked into this room. To kiss him. 

I gave in and soon, our tongues tangled and waged war against each other. 

My fingers danced on his bare skin as I elicited moans of pleasure. 

Soon, my hand found its way down his groin and my fingers were wrapped around his dick. Felix began snoring again. Very softly.

I sighed. How drunk was he that even this moment couldn't keep him awake?

 His kisses grew slower and his breath evened out. I pulled back, he had fallen asleep.

I felt mixed feelings as I looked at him. He slept so calmly, I couldn't get upset with him. 

He deserved the rest, after all he was working so hard at work.

 I tucked him in gently, my mind still reeling from his cryptic words and the intensity of our kiss. I planted another kiss on his forehead and he stirred gently.

 I then turned my back against him, facing the wall. I pulled the duvet up and I dozed off as well.