Feel Your Lips

Arion felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and even now he felt that time was moving so slowly. His room also felt so far away from where it should be.

 

"Why is it taking so long!" he snapped in a heavy voice. Arion's vision was now fading, covered in a haze of arousal. 

 

"Soon," the woman replied. They were perhaps ten steps away from Arion's pavilion. The distance was actually quite close, but it felt very far away. Besides, contacting the other family members would definitely make the atmosphere extremely exciting. So in her opinion, this was the best option for now.

 

Both of their breathing was so heavy, that their exhales echoed each other with each step. "Yon?"

"Hmm?"

 

"We've arrived," Emily said softly.

 

Emily pressed the password button on the Arion Pavilion door.

 

Beep beep beep

 

The door opened, the two of them stepped inside, "Huft..." the woman looked at the stairs in front of them. "I'm glad you have an elevator here!" she said gratefully. She didn't have to carry Arion up to his room.

 

"Damn! Why does she smell so good..." Arion thought. He had tried to hold back the flames of passion that ran so high in his body. Hot passion enveloped his body, but his common sense still tried to compromise.

He really didn't care anymore, right now he just wanted to splash his head with cold water before he completely lost control of himself. He was afraid he could pounce on this woman at any time.

 

"Just take me to the bathroom!" said Arion once he arrived in his room.

 

"Huh? Are you serious Yon? Your body is so hot right now, you could sick-"

 

"Just do what I say, Emily." cut Arion off, firmly. He didn't want to be contradicted.

"Hmm, okay."

The two of them walked in front of the bathroom. "Can you be alone?"

 

Arion looked at Emily sharply, "Do you want to accompany me inside? Are you crazy?!" Arion replied curtly. Arion did that not without reason.

Emily took a deep breath, "I'm just worried about you!" she replied no less harshly. Then she walked away from Arion. 

"Tsk!" cried Emily irritably, then she stepped out of Arion's room, but only just had her hand touched the door handle, Emily again sighed softly, not having the heart to leave Arion in that state. After all, getting a grumpy Arion was her daily bread.

 

"Arggh!" she annoyed herself for not being able to leave Arion in such a state. "Hah! Just pretend you're doing charity work, Em!"

"You're always so weak with that fridge guy!" she said, taking off her blazer, leaving her wearing only a black tanktop. Her hair, which she had just let down, was pulled into a high ponytail. Carrying Arion was exhausting and draining.

 

Emily stepped into Arion's wardrobe, preparing the man's clothes as usual. It was her duty every morning as Arion's secretary to prepare everything for him. From clothes to breakfast.

 

So the entire layout of this pavilion was very well known to her. The beautiful woman chose comfortable clothes for Arion to wear, even down to the underwear, everything was prepared by Emily.

 

After preparing the clothes, Emily turned her head briefly towards the bathroom. "Looks like he'll be a little longer, shall I go to the kitchen first?" she muttered softly, then chose to go downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of warm milk.

 

While Emily was busy outside, Arion splashed his head under the shower with cold water. But it had no significant effect, not even the cold water could reduce the heat in his body.

"Shit! What a crazy woman! What has she put in my drink?!" growled Arion, cursing Tasha-one of the models in his company. Tasha was also one of the children of her Daddy's partner-Austin.

 

The athletic man stripped off all his clothes, washing him with cold water from the shower. "Damn! I'd better get to bed!" muttered Arion who thought that Emily had already left his room and pavilion.

 

Fifteen minutes the man cooled his head then quickly dried his hair and body with a towel, then wrapped it around his sturdy waist. Arion walked out of the bathroom and saw his clothes already on the bed, a slight smile etched on the corner of his lips, "She's always on her own!" he muttered softly.

The man massaged his temples, then removed his towel. Throwing it away carelessly. His well-built, perfect body was perfectly exposed without a single thread. Arion was wearing his home-made shorts. Unintentionally turning his head towards the nightstand, he found a glass of milk.

 

"Tsk! She thought I was a kid?!" Arion muttered but he still gulped down the milk.

 

"Hmm, much better," Arion climbed onto the bed and laid down. His eyes immediately sharpened at the figure lying on the sofa bench directly opposite his bed. The sofa bench was placed near the window, making him look in that direction.

"E-emily?" muttered Arion in a hoarse, heavy voice. 

"Damn! Why is she still here?"

 

Arion was forced to wake up from his sleep, walking slowly towards Emily who was currently lying down.

The man knelt down, not immediately waking Emily up, but he looked at Emily who was peacefully asleep. Emily's pure white skin was so radiant and shining, making Arion unconsciously raise his hand, gently caressing Emily's facial skin, fixing the hair child that covered Emily's beauty.

 

"Beautiful..." he murmured softly. He had always paid attention to Emily, but because of his selfishness, he had always considered Emily as just a secretary and a child of his Daddy and Mommy's subordinates.

 

They had been friends since childhood, he didn't want to ruin that friendship with a romantic relationship, after all he knew that Reynard had a heart for Emily.

 

He tried to hold back his feelings, burying the sprout before it really grew into a flower and took root in his heart. That was the reason why he was always cold to Emily and set limits.

Arion ran his thumb over Emily's luscious, glossy lips. Those lips looked so delicious. Eager as he was to taste them, his breathing grew heavier as his gaze traveled down Emily's neck, making his Adam's apple move so roughly.

 

"Damn! It must be the drugs I'm taking!" Arion snapped.

 

But his eyes couldn't escape Emily's wet, fresh orange lips. He unconsciously rubbed them a little roughly and his head dropped even closer. " I promise I'll only kiss her." He said warning himself.

 

And with a heavy breath, Arion actually touched Emily's lips. " Oh my god it's so soft!"

Emily who got the sudden touch immediately widened her eyes to find the refrigerator man she recognized was currently pecking her lips without permission. "A-arion?!" squealed Emily.