THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 51 – 60
FORTE, 12AM~ EMORY AND LEVI’S ROOM*
While Emory is fast asleep on her bed with the duvet wrapped around her small body, Levi is fully awake.
He’s sitting at the edge of his bed, opposite her, and his eyes didn’t stray anywhere, just her face.
She made sure to wear all the clothes she took into the bathroom earlier, she even came for extra, and Levi has his devilish smirk on when she piled the duvet over herself.
If he decides to have her here and now, not even a thousand stupid clothes can stop him from fuçking her to oblivion, but obviously, the time is not here yet.
When it’s time, she’d willingly open her legs.
She has the same expression on her face again, the unending feistiness even in her sleep.
He has been watching her for three years, hacking into her home every night without her knowledge, being her shadow.
He watched her sleep every night, and yet, he’s not bored of that expression, he’s never gonna be.
He’s obsessed with watching her, studying her.
Though, there’s barely anything to study anymore, he knows everything there is to know about her.
His eyes strayed to her bare feet which is left out by her duvet, and he called her idiot inwardly.
He went to her bag and fished out hello kitty socks which he came back to wear on her slenderly soft feet.
He covered her legs afterwards, then he got his phone and emailed Master X about the latest development.
When his sorry excuse of a father told him to start watching over her three years ago, he was against it, but he had to take it when it came with an offer.
An offer he couldn’t resist.
He looked back to her face again, and he saw her lids moving.
She’s starting to sweat too, and her body began shaking.
He witnessed this a lot of times.
She gets nightmares, but he has no idea what they’re about.
It’s definitely childhood trauma, but what is the cause?
It’s the only thing he’s still trying to figure out about her without success.
He sat beside her as her shakiness got worse, and the sweat intensified.
Emory is getting an episode again, and it’s worse since she’s not in her usual environment.
She’s not in her room, and this plays a big role in making it chronic.
She clutched the duvet sickingly tight, and her breathing went up.
“Emory” Levi called softly.
No response.
“Emory” he rubbed the shell of her ear, guiding her chin with the other hand.
No response, again.
He brought his hand down to her throat and caressed the lines with gentle, slow strokes.
“Emory Noah Carson” he called her full name, and her eyes flew open, harsh breaths running out of her.
She sat up fast in bed, and her fearful, panicky eyes darted to him.
Maybe the nightmare blocked her vision or she actually can’t see well at the moment to know it’s actually him, but she climbed onto his laps as fast as possible, and her fuçking hot breaths fanned his neck as she wrapped her tiny arms on him and hugged him damn tight.
To her, this is still a nightmare. She’s still dreaming.
Her body is shaking. No, she’s actually shivering so bad, and the sweats even got worse.
Her eyes went tightly shut.
Her black painted nails digged into his back cos of the tightness, but he doesn’t even feel it.
He threw his muscular arms around her too, the cherry smell of her hair wash intruding his nose immediately.
“Do you have any fuçking idea what you’re doing right now, little fox?” Levi’s velvety voice sieved into her ear.
She stayed irresponsive for a while, then she made soft inaudible sounds before finally voicing out…
“Fûck yeah… I’m in Levi’s arms” she whispered sleepily.
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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