Blake poured me a glass of water and waited for me to continue eating before saying, "Of course not. But the Youngs have been abusing their power for many years. Nigel has been committing tax fraud, for one. I've gotten my people to gather evidence of their wrongdoing and publicized them; those who are looking to get rid of the Youngs definitely won't give up this opportunity.""Then why did they visit you at the hospital?" I asked. "They were desperate. Everyone is against them now. The project I'm holding right now can give them a bit of a breather.""So they did all that for a project?" I was surprised. What kind of project was that?Blake gave me a fondly exasperated look and sighed. "Of course it's not just the project. They're also afraid that I have other incriminating evidence that may destroy them for good.""Do you?" I refilled Blake's glass, returning the gesture.As a teacher, I had a strict sense of right and wrong and hated immorality. I was furious when I thought
Relaxing against the side of the bathtub, Blake closed his eyes as I washed his hair. To protect his injured hand, I had only filled the bathtub up halfway. The water only came up to Blake's waist.If it weren't for his moving eyelids, I would've thought that Blake had fallen asleep in the bath.Blake looked calm, but his chest was heaving a little faster than usual. His skin temperature was also a little high.I did not notice any of this. I was already spaced out from the moment Blake stepped into the bathroom naked. Seeing him upright without any clothes on was quite different from seeing him naked on a bed.Before, I did not notice how long and muscled Blake's legs were, nor did I see the well-defined abdominal muscles.Now, Blake's perfect body was submerged in water, but the low visibility only made him more seductive. I couldn't tear my eyes away.I didn't know where to even start with the bath. There was nowhere I could touch that didn't feel erotic. I was losing my mind.
When Blake came out of the bathroom, still naked, he saw a lump covered with blankets on the bed. It wasn't hard to guess who was under the blankets.Blake wasn't about to let me hide away just like that. Calming himself and dialing back his glee somewhat, he went up to the lump and said brightly, "Nate, I can't put on my clothes with one arm!"He sounded cautious and slightly pathetic, which pulled on my heartstrings. I was too responsible and kind to leave Blake helpless. Slowly, I pulled the blankets away.When I saw Blake, blood rushed to my face immediately. My nose started to bleed again.I froze. Blake stared at the drops of blood on his thigh and refrained from speaking as well.He didn't know that I had been facing him under the blankets, so when the blankets were pulled off, I came face-first with…The sound of cloth rustling brought me back to my senses again. Ignoring the blood-splattered blanket, I closed my eyes, hoping that I could just die on the spot.However, t
Blake could tell that I had been avoiding him for the last few days. No matter how early he woke up, he still couldn't see me, and I would always find something else to do in the evening. We had pretty much stopped talking to each other outside of necessary stuff.At first, Blake had been smug that I had been so affected by the incident. In a way, it was a sign of how attracted I was to him, which was why he had allowed me to avoid him for the past two days. He figured that giving me some space wouldn't hurt.At this rate, however, I would run away from him before he could do anything.While I was at work, Blake made a phone call. "How's it going over there?"He listened to the person on the other end for a few moments and massaged his brows in annoyance. "Hurry it up!"He ended the call and began pacing back and forth in his study.Finding out his allies weren't much of a help irritated him. Blake paced around like a trapped beast. He wanted to find a way out of this predicament
"Nathan, what's your address? We're sending you home!" Kyle asked.I mumbled something intelligible. Unable to decipher my words, Kyle leaned closer and asked, "Where do you live? I didn't hear you. Repeat that!"…The car rolled to a stop. Kyle helped me out of the car and stopped James from getting out as well. "It's alright, James. I think this is Willow's home, so I'll just take him upstairs. I'll be down soon.""Alright. I'll wait for you in the cab."I stumbled along with Kyle. It was November now. The dawn air was chilly. I shuddered, sobering up somewhat.Kyle glanced at me. I seemed a little more sober, but my eyes were still glazed over. "So, which floor do you stay on again? Can you remember?" he teased."9th floor!""Alright! I'll get you there pronto!"Arms around each other, we bantered with each other until we reached Apartment 901. Before I could key in the passcode, the door opened. It was pitch black inside. Before Kyle knew it, I was pulled from his arms and
It had been five days since I moved out of Blake's apartment, but I still couldn't forget what happened that night. The memory just got clearer every time I recalled it.Try as I might, I couldn't forget how lonely and dejected Blake had looked as he left me. I regretted the things I had said under the influence of alcohol.Because of that, I picked up a new habit. Whenever I had free time, I would grab my phone, only to put it back down again without doing anything. I wanted to apologize to Blake, but I didn't know how to do it. Even worse, I had lost a few pounds over the last few weeks. Combined with the fatigue from sleep deprivation, my boss, May Granger, took notice and asked me about my home situation.I sighed. Finally, I made up my mind to call Blake and apologize to him today. Otherwise, I would never be able to focus on my job.Just as I picked up my phone, a call came in."An unknown number?" I muttered, answering the call. "Hello?""Ms. Parker?" I was perplexed. Wh
Jennifer was waiting for me in the hospital lobby when I arrived. She looked haggard; she had probably stayed up all night.We walked over to Blake's ward together. I was anxious. I needed to know about Blake's condition. "How is he, Ms. Parker?""The anesthesia just wore off. Mr. Wagner is asleep now," Jennifer told me. "Please give me the document. I need to head back to the company right now. I'll come back later!""Here. Thanks, Ms. Parker.""You're welcome. I'll take my leave now. Go on in!"I waited until Jennifer disappeared from sight before stepping into the room.This time, Blake had a hospital room all to himself. Apart from the beeping of the machines, the room was eerily silent.Blake looked wan and sallow on the bed, nothing like his usual self. There were bags under his eyes and a scruff on his face. It had only been a week since I last saw him, but his cheeks were hollow and sunken.I felt sad seeing him like this. I regretted hurting Blake with my words and not
During the May Day holiday, I took my girlfriend back to my parents' home.Willow Mayfair was a very quiet and reserved girl. A relative introduced her to me after I graduated from university at the age of 22. We both happened to be working in the same city, Southvale.I didn't understand why my parents were always so eager for me to date. They panicked when they noticed that I hadn't dated anyone at all throughout my university years, unlike my peers.When I asked my parents about it, they cited that the reason for their anxiety was because there were more men than women in today's society. As a result of that, many men would end up single and wifeless in the future.They then said that I looked like the type that would end up being single, so they hurriedly started taking action and making arrangements for me.And so, I was forced to chat with Willow online intermittently for about a year before we finally confirmed our relationship. We didn't have the passionate kind of love th