Are You Going Tell Him?

Sean's POV

"Hurry up and get dressed, then head back downstairs. I'll make some hot chocolate."

I said as I walked toward the kitchen, trying very hard to keep my eyes off Arabella, who was still soaking wet and could exacerbate my desire to do something to her. Even though she was wrapped in a blanket to keep her warm while in the car, it was useless because I knew what was behind it.

"Yes, thank you."

Arabella's footsteps as she climbed the stairs to her room relieved me. At least I had a little time to control myself while making a drink. Before that, I removed my wet clothes and hung a towel around my neck to absorb the wetness from my hair.

My drink was finished, and Arabella was already in the living room. I approached her and held out the cup, still emitting steam. "Be careful, it's still hot."

After hearing the soft words of thanks, I returned to the pantry but kept looking at Arabella, who was now blowing on the drink and sipping it slowly. She seemed to be enjoying it. Of course, thanks to the rum mixed in, her body gradually warmed up.

My gaze slowly goes down from her lips to her shoulders, right to the cardigan, tanktop, and shorts Arabella is wearing. She drinks while hugging her knees so her smooth thighs are again very clearly exposed. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the image as I held her thighs in front of me and teased the little girl with my hand games that the other women had always judged so skillfully.

"Bella," I called out to Arabella, distracting her from my wild imagination of her figure, but for some reason, the girl did not seem happy with my call.

Although Arabella had not been living in my house for a week, I noticed how her forehead wrinkled for a moment, and her eyes glanced at me briefly before averting their gaze whenever I called her 'Bella'. However, in the end, she still responded.

"What's wrong?"

I took a sip of my drink while looking at her intently. "I hope you don't repeat what happened today at the beach," I said, then returned to saying her name. "Bella."

Arabella visibly flinched gave me a quick glance but then answered calmly. "It was my first time at the beach. Isn't it normal for me to make mistakes like that?"

"That's right. That's why I told you to be more careful next time." I briefly took my eyes off Arabella, but the girl's smile was already brightly welcoming when I returned.

Arabella's voice sounded even more excited. "Does that mean we're going to the beach again?" Arabella put down her cup and looked at me brightly, looking hopeful.

I blinked, feeling a warmth on my cheeks that travelled to my ears. Arabella's smile had already had such an effect on me. A dangerous innocence.

"Of course. I'll drop you off if I can, or you can go yourself." I replied simply as I noticed Arabella's visible cleavage as she sat facing me. She seemed so happy that the girl's sitting position was more forward than it should have been.

Arabella still looked happy when I looked at her again. Her smile never faded, but then she looked at me timidly. "What... will you tell Dallas about what happened earlier?"

After hearing Arabella's story about Dallas on the beach earlier, I had already guessed the answer the girl was expecting. Dallas had gone too far, and I was definitely not his brother, so I didn't feel the need to follow what that man had done to the only sibling he had raised all these years.

I looked at Arabella, who was still faithfully waiting for my answer. The girl's luscious lips looked a little white from being suckled, as well as one of her hands that she had clenched in such a way. Arabella's eyes, sparkling earlier, also dimmed into a frown. I turned around, took a sip of the chocolate that had cooled in the cup, feeling unable to bear to look at Arabella and finally came to a conclusion.

After all, Dallas said that Arabella should be made comfortable during their stay together. So, you could say that I didn't completely ignore Dallas or Arabella. I answered as the girl expected. "No, no, no. You're in my house now, not yours. I told you, you can do anything here."

"Really? I can do anything?" Arabella looked doubtful.

I smiled to reassure her. "Yes."

"Thank you."

I watched as Arabella's eyes lit up again, and she smiled. She looked so happy just because of such a trivial thing.

I put the cup in the sink and walked to the room. It was time to get ready for work, Emi had also arrived earlier so I didn't have to worry about leaving Arabella alone.

"Worried?" I mumbled to myself because I didn't expect that word to occur to me, then snorted with laughter. "I'm just hosting Bella in this house, nothing more and nothing less."

I had to remind myself that Arabella was only temporarily staying at my house and was in no way more related than the sister of my high school friend, nor was she like the women I always brought home for fun. She was still young and inexperienced.

I was ready and about to leave, but hurried footsteps approached me.

"Where are you going?" Arabella asked, looking at my appearance before returning to my face. "You look so neat."

"To the office, to work. You can ask Emi for lunch later or ask if you need anything." Arabella was wide-eyed, blatantly not expecting that answer to come out of my mouth. "Do you think I'm not working?"

Arabella nodded, noticing again that my work suit was in stark contrast to the casual clothes I had been wearing for the past few days. This could be seen from her gaze, which still looked surprised and startled, to the point of being funny. "You don't look like someone who usually works."

I suddenly laughed, making the girl startle at my reaction. Maybe I should have taken offence, but her innocence was really too much, as was the honest look on her face. 

How could I get mad at a girl like this?

"I'm not unemployed. Do you think I bought my house, car, and everything with leaves? I also make money with my own sweat."

Arabella's cheeks looked puffy, her face looking adorable for a moment in annoyance. "I thought you were just having fun every day at home with the ladies like when we first met."

"Having fun also costs money. Especially since I play with them, otherwise they wouldn't want to come over whenever I want that." I explained seriously, but Arabella did not notice and responded back as expected.

"But I saw you yesterday...."

Arabella clamped her mouth shut tightly while looking the other way. She was obviously agitated because Arabella didn't look at me at all after the girl's speech stopped and just bit her lip. I felt like teasing her.

"Saw what?" I asked with a slight bow, still staring at the now silent Arabella and noticing the girl's blush. Without saying anything, she walked quickly to her room.

I could no longer hold back the smile that I had been holding back when Arabella was just silent and twitching restlessly. If she had suddenly complained or even forbidden to see the women who had become disposable toys again, I would have done it without hesitation to make her happy.

"What is it again?" I touched my lips, which felt stiff as I realized what I had just thought. Strange. How strange. What is this feeling?

I resumed my intention to go to work and got into the car. I sighed, thinking that when the existence of disposable toys disappeared from my daily life so far, then Arabella would be the replacement. The image of her moaning beneath me, clawing at my back as I dug deep and kissed her slender, sweaty neck.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly. "You've lost your mind, Sean. Do you want to ruin your friendship with Dallas over Bella?"

There was no way Dallas would let my fleeting thoughts come true.

I glanced at the clock on my wrist; it was still quite late compared to when I usually got home. My gaze fell on the cake box I'd just picked up from the famous bakery. The menus there were always in demand, as the display cases were almost empty even though they had just opened that afternoon.

I'm already smiling to myself. Arabella will definitely love the cakes I brought. A slice of blueberry cheesecake, strawberry shortcake, and an opera cake to share. Dallas hadn't told me they were banned, so there would be no problem.

"Bella?" I entered the house, which was still brightly lit. Emi must have gone home earlier, so there was only that girl. "Is she asleep?"

I was about to close the door but stopped when I noticed Arabella lying on the sofa. The girl was fast asleep in a curled-up position since she wasn't wearing a blanket, with hands hugging her waist and a peaceful look.

She was completely innocent for daring to sleep out in the open in a predator's house.

"Really...." If it was a normal day, I would have brought another woman to the house instead of cake and had fun. Considering there's Arabella, I, of course, can't do that. "Are you my only meal today, Bella?"

I approached Arabella until I was right next to the sofa. My hand reached out, touching her silky hair and soft cheeks. The girl's breath blew against my hand, stopping at Arabella's lips, which were as soft as I had imagined.

There's nothing wrong with tasting a little, right?

As if hypnotized, I brought my face closer, but a soft voice woke me up before that happened.

"Sean?"

I quickly pulled away, looking at Arabella, who had woken up and was now touching her lips in surprise. Not yet fully awake and confused, I was frozen stiff.

Damn.