CAUGHT

SKY

“Get the fuck off me! Levi is around!” I shouted, shoving William toward the bed. He barely budged, only stretching lazily on the mattress, watching me with that irritating half-smile that made my blood boil.

“Well, I am not moving,” he said calmly, folding his arms behind his head. “I don’t care if he sees me here.”

My chest constricted, and panic took over. “Please,” I begged, my voice shaking as I grabbed his wrist.

“Please, William, hide. If he finds you here, it will destroy everything.” Tears threatened to spill as I tugged at his arm, trying to drag him toward the closet.

He followed slowly, a smirk forming on his lips. Then, just as we reached the closet, he paused and touched his lips. “Kiss me,” he demanded quietly.

I blinked at him, disbelief flooding my face. “William, this is serious!”

He only tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “Hiding me in your closet? No one in the city would believe that. So kiss me, and I will do it willingly.”

I clenched my jaw and I didn’t have time for his games. With a frustrated breath, I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, quick and forced but that only encouraged him.

His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his hard length pressing against me.

“William, please,” I whispered against his mouth, my voice trembling.

He finally let go, stepping back with a small grin before slipping into the closet. I exhaled shakily, quickly straightening my hair in the mirror and trying to look like I had just woken up.

I opened the door, my heart racing, and Levi stood there, his expression blank but undeniably handsome, dressed in the usual casual gear that somehow looked expensive on him.

“Why did you take so long to open the door?” he asked, his tone edged with irritation.

I forced a weak smile. “Hey, you don’t talk to your coach like that.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped inside. “That’s not when my so-called coach now carries the title of my fiancée for the next three months, and she still keeps me waiting outside like this.”

I felt a sting of hurt at his words. Was he trying to make me feel bad, or was he simply stating a fact?

“Hey, that hurt.” I let out and then he paused, staring back at me.

“Were you still sleeping?” he asked, ignoring my words as he scanned my face.

One thing I noticed about him is that he doesn't get my mood quickly like William. I expected him to have gotten suspicious sometimes about his woman, but he doesn’t.

“I was,” I started, then quickly changed my words. “Actually, I was cooking.”

His face lit up instantly. “Cooking? Did my love cook for me because she knew I was coming?” he teased, his voice softening as he wrapped his arms around me.

Then he kissed my forehead but all I could think about was the man hiding in my closet.

“Erm..” before I could respond he was already running toward the dining room.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, watching Levi already at the dining table.

I hardly cook so I understood the reason why he had reacted that way.

Of all days, I had to cook grilled chicken, the one thing he didn’t like. I could already imagine his reaction when he saw it sitting there, perfectly arranged but completely wrong for him.

He stopped halfway, his eyes darting to me. “Did you have a guest?”

My stomach flipped immediately but I forced a calm smile and sighed. “No, of course not. I made this for you. Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t,” he said flatly, giving me that suspicious look that made my skin prickle.

I bit my lip, lowering my gaze and moving toward the table to pick up the dish. “Didn’t know what, I can get you something else, I am sorry. I just thought maybe… I could try out a new recipe.”

He watched me silently for a few seconds before reaching out to stop my hand. “You don’t cook often,” he said in that serious tone. “So I will eat it since I don’t want you to waste your energy.”

His words caught me off, guard. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I barely cooked, and yet somehow, he would manage to eat a food he hardly eats.

I felt guilty at this, he doesn't always want to upset me. I could tell he was about to force himself to eat it, but I couldn’t let that happen.

Not with William still in the closet and definitely not when I knew what kind of tantrum he would throw if he found out Levi had eaten the food I made for him.

“No, Levi,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I will just store it in the freezer. Ashley loves grilled chicken anyway. I will cook something else for you.” I lied using my bestie.

He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t want to stress you.” Just then, his phone started ringing. He checked the caller ID and sighed. “Looks like I won’t be staying after all. My parents want to see me.”

Relief washed through me like air after drowning. I smiled softly and moved closer. “That’s okay. You can go. I am sure you will eat something better there anyway. You can come by later and spend the night. I promise to cook all your favorites then.”

He smiled, his features softening. “Of course,” he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my lips.

As soon as he left with the door slamming shut, I exhaled shakily, finally able to breathe again. But before I could take another step, I felt myself being pulled against the wall.

William’s hand gripped my waist, and his lips crashed against mine in a hard, possessive kiss.

“William…” I tried to speak, but his mouth swallowed the sound.

To make it worse, the door opened again and Levi’s voice echoed through the room. “I forgot my phone.”