Torturous Attraction

Maeve

We get on the plane. He told them that he's going to take care of me, and we are going to be back soon with his grandmother. I don't know what's happening to me. But I like him. It's making me crazy. He kept kissing my hand and then my face. Making myself beautiful and making myself fitter was worth it all.

A car picked us up and I met Travis again and another guy named Warren. They are handsome guys. Warren and Travis have a lot of sense of humor and I laugh with them. Warren seemed to flirt with me and I just noted it to him. He sounded like flirting.

We somehow seemed to be more like walking on the busy road. The car is moving slowly because of slow-moving cars. What's with the city and traffic? I somehow creased my brow.

"I didn't expect that you would be that casual," Warren told. "Still you are beautiful darling." He winked.

"Thanks, Warren, but really, no need for flattery. Can I ask you a question?" I ask him. He smiled and nodded. "Just how many girlfriends you got, exactly?" he swallowed.

"You are frank!" Warren exclaimed while chuckling. I nodded. "How do you know about that?"

"You still got a lipstick stain on your neck. It is a burgundy color and, on your ear, a pink color. Just a little. I only noticed it."

"Zac, where the fuck did you get this girl? Can I keep her?" I frown. Seriously? Zachary muttered curses and frowns at Warren. "You are one of the weirdos that I know. But really, you are a good weirdo."

"Thank you?" I said more like a question than an answer. Warren winked and looked at Zachary.

"Oh, by the way, Zac, the girl named Bertha. Betty… well, I don't remember but she's looking for you. Did you ditch one of your girlfriends?" That just makes me frown and a bit hurt. Zachary shoots him a glare.

I didn't say anything. Travis breaks the tension. I control my tears or whatever I am feeling. I just wanted to feel numb. But fuck why does it hurt that Zachary is playing around with women while we are together? Do they share women a lot? Just thinking of it grosses me out. I suddenly feel like going to vomit.

"You hungry?" Zac asked me.

"No," I answered him with a smile, and I opened my phone to check the group message. I read their conversations and they are talking about me and Zac. I hate it though. Therese texted me, my best friends texted me on what the fuck is happening.

Warren and Travis started talking about businesses and so on and forth and the other boys were busy as well for the launching. Warren explained that they are business associates and all. I nodded.

We are already in a cold place. Baguio and the big mansion were on the view with a long driveway. I'm nervous. An old woman standing with a scarf around her neck. I recognized the woman that I talked to on the video call. She's smiling and I smile back, acting all excited where the truth is, I am nervous.

She greeted me warmly and demanded a few things. Then she scowled the boys for not making me comfortable on our way. Though I told her that they didn't, yet they did at the same time. We eat and as usual, those boys are heavy eaters. They look like orphans as they eat. I took pictures of them and grandma together with me.

"You must be tired." Grandma Olivia, scoop my arm as she pulled me inside.

"No. I'm not," I told her truthfully. She told me to feel at home. So, I did, and she showed me designs. She said that she's also a hairy woman that needed to shave her legs and her arms. Or waxed it. She just knows a salon for me.

She said that she will make me beautiful and that I will meet her dermatologist since we both have sensitive skin. I told her about baking soda, the most effective natural to make your skin flawless.

I had seen pictures of him from the infant as he grew up. He got a beautiful seductive smile. His grandma told me that he always changed his girlfriend and she never liked each of them. He's a Casanova. I'm sure of that. That's why he's a good kisser and all.

I have my room wide and beautiful. I even took pictures of it telling my sister that it was in his grandmother's house and I own the whole room. I take a warm bath and enjoy the bathtub. Then, I dried off myself, put on a scented lotion, and smiled at the beautiful pair of pajamas that grandma prepared.

I never expect that there are home clothes already and it smells good and new. Grandma said that she prepared the room before we arrived and my heart was swelling whenever she said something good.

I brushed my hair with my fingers and went to my bed. I was about to lay down when someone knocked on the door.

“Maeve…” Zac called while knocking. He then entered and pursed his lips as he strode toward my bed.

He sat down beside me, and I leaned on the headboard. He caressed my hair and he sighed. “I’m sorry, Maeve.” I don't know why he's apologizing.

I raised my brows, a little bit confused by his actions.

"Let's make this marriage work." He declared.

"Why? Can't live by only being platonic?"

"It's for you and grandma." He reasoned. I sighed. I knew that he would say such a thing again.

"I'm trying, okay? And I like your grandma very much."

"Can I sleep here with you?" I creased my brows. To my surprise, he lifted his shirt over his head. I

“What on earth, Zac! Put it on!” I hissed.

"What? We are going to get married soon enough. In two months. Grandma had decided it."

"That doesn't mean that you could take advantage of me." I crossed my arms.

"Don't worry I won't." he hands up.

Of course, I'm just a freaking curvy petite girl who doesn't have a beautiful body inside. I sighed. I knew that he would keep on bugging me so I rolled my eyes.

“Okay,” I mumbled as quickly as I moved on the other side and put pillows between us as a barrier. Then, I took one and lay down as I hugged it and clutched the duvet with my back on him.

I can feel him grinning as the bed waves and he seemed to be making himself comfortable in bed. I felt him who kept on moving and I breathed and stared at nowhere.

I bet he only dates and fuck women who have great boobs, tall, and very much doll-like. I felt his hand caressing my curly hair. My hair wasn't even beautiful. I am not perfect at all and it’s making me worry about why he chose me. I kept on thinking… I felt so insecure.

"Your hair is surprisingly smooth."

"What do you expect on my hair?"

"It's disheveled."

"It's because I don't comb my hair," I told him. He laughed and he seemed to over-step the pillow boundary.

"Really?" damn, I don't want to turn around. But I just did. He got a very nice massive pectoral. Fair skin, thick hair, and brows made him more handsome. I wanted to look at it more. "Can I hold you?"

"No." Though I am itching for his touch that sends me electric waves, I still want to decline him. I’m afraid that if I touched him, I may not be able to let him go.

"You are so choosy."

"Just sod-off. I wanted to sleep." I said, sounding annoyed. But deep inside, my chest and my stomach started getting crazy.

And the most unexpected thing is the heat between my legs.