ALMOST TOUCHED BY HIM

Chapter TWO ~ Almost Touched By Him.

CYRUS’s POV 

“I’m going to make them mine.” 

His voice echoed at the back of my mind before I began to step backward. 

Though, the words he said had enticed and almost prompted me to close the gap between us but I remembered that he was Phoebe’s boyfriend as she had claimed. 

“Why are you stepping back, cutie?” He asked, following my steps. 

Cutie? 

Which guy calls a fellow guy ‘cutie’?

“Don’t ever call me that.” I fought back, tone laced with warning, just before my back hit the kitchen slab. 

“Care to say that again?” He asked, his voice soft as his eyes pulled me in. 

My throat tightened, keeping me from swallowing my saliva. My knees went numb. And beads of sweat formed on my forehead. 

“Is my presence so addictive to you that you can’t say a word again?” He questioned, his eyes still pinned on me, forcing me to take a deep breath. 

Fuck. 

“Dominic, I’m waiting.” Phoebe called, her voice high as usual. 

“Coming… sweetheart.” He replied, his voice audible enough for Phoebe to hear from the living room. 

He stepped back then headed to get two bottles of water. Turning to face me, he winked and my chest heaved. 

“See ya later, Cutie.” He said softly, walking towards the door. 

“By the way, I didn’t have the chance to tell you earlier that you look hot in those sweatpants.” He blushed just before walking away. 

I blinked before I stared down at my sweatpants. 

What was hot in the sweatpants I was wearing? Nothing. This man must be sick in the head. 

I finally carried the tray containing the fruits and headed to the living room where I met Phoebe lying on Dominic’s chest, his legs separated as she was in between. 

My eyes trailed his body until it stopped at his lips. My gaze lingered for a moment before Phoebe cleared her throat, “Are those for us?” 

“Y-yes…” I stuttered. 

“That’s unusual for you to be nice. Is it because Dominic is here and you’re trying…”

The rest of her words faded into distant memories as I advanced to drop the tray on the table. And I did. Afterwards, I placed my hands on my waist. 

Dominic raised an eyebrow but I ignored him. 

I glanced at Phoebe and she rolled her eyes backward, obviously swallowing the rest of her words. 

Naturally, she’s never been this cautious. From her behavior, she’s trying her best to calm her overly aggressive attitude from Dominic. 

I heaved a sigh before I relocated to my room. 

I settled on the chair in my room and opened my laptop as I began to work. But my mind occasionally drifted back to the kitchen where Dominic’s body was close to mine, his eyes dilating with something he didn’t say. 

I covered my face with my palm and exhaled deeply before I returned back to typing away on my laptop. 

But that didn’t work much as that was what happened throughout the day as I worked. 

Then evening came. I glanced at the time. It was past eight already. A smirk played on my lips, believing that Phoebe’s so-called boyfriend would have left. 

I stepped out of the room, yawning so terribly that I felt my arms were gonna break apart. 

Immediately I got to the living room, my jaw dropped as I met Dominic and Phoebe seated, watching news on TV. 

“You’re welcome to join us,” Phoebe said. 

One would think she saw me. But she must have heard my movement. 

“Why is he still here?” That was the uncontrollable question that slipped out of my mouth. 

“Easy, man.” Dominic said casually. 

Phoebe turned around facing me. “Dominic will be staying for the night.” 

The room’s walls seemed to close in on me as my vision blurred. My knees went numb and my mouth fell open with no words. 

I just turned away and headed back to my room, fuming. I settled on the bed in a monk’s style sitting position but I couldn’t do anything. 

Why had Phoebe invited the guy over? 

And why would she just decide that he has to stay for the night? 

Don’t I have a say in this house anymore? 

Heck. 

I slumped into my bed, running my hands in my hair. My breathing, getting unsteady. 

A few minutes later, Phoebe called out my name accompanied by a knock gently on the door. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before I proceeded to open the door. 

Phoebe was standing by the door and guess who was right beside her? It was Dominic with a towel in hand. 

“Hi, Dominic,” she greeted, stepping in, almost crushing me down with a side push. 

“I badly need to use the restroom right now. But since we have a combined toilet and bathroom, I don’t want to get my fiancée killed before marriage.” She breathed. “So please, let him use yours quickly. We have some things to take care of ten minutes from now.” 

I raised an eyebrow, clearly shocked because Phoebe was actually using the word ‘please’ for the first time in her line to me. 

I nodded gently and she dashed out of the room. 

“Cyrus, we need to talk about the club.” Dominic said as soon as the door closed shut after Phoebe. 

I chuckled a little. “Guy, there’s nothing to talk about. Or, is there?” 

“A lot. We have a lot to talk about.” He said, walking closer, his gaze pinned on me again.

I swallowed hard as his musky scent wafted my nostrils. My legs trembled for no reason and I almost shut my eyes as my thighs tightened. 

What effect is this guy having on me? 

“If there’s nothing to talk about, you wouldn’t be trembling so bad even while biting your lips, Cutie.” He said, his voice soft. 

That horrible name again? 

Yuck. 

I hate that: 

“Get away,” I managed to say, breathing heavily. 

“No.” He said, boldly then his face was almost into mine, his warm breath against my face. 

My breathing grew so rapidly that I saw myself on my knees in minutes but before that could happen, he held my shoulders, his gaze still piercing mine. 

“You look very delicious, Cutie.” He whispered, his head falling downward slowly with parted lips.