Sweet As Hell

"You can cook well, Asher." I glanced at him while eating the cream soup he made.

 

Asher looked at me. "It's good that what I cook can put you in a better mood," Asher said, sitting in front of me. He watched my face, and then his hand rubbed the bottom of my lips.

 

When I saw his hand, I knew he was sweeping the soup with his finger. For a moment, I felt embarrassed, and then a few seconds later, my heart raced. I looked at him silently. He had just put his finger into his mouth, tasting the creamy marks that stuck under my lips casually.

 

 

I snorted softly. Yes, my mood had improved so that I could remember things very clearly. Of course, I'm talking about the memory of I got drunk when I came to Martin's apartment.

 

"Yes, so good that I can remember their betrayal of me," I replied to his words casually.

 

While I was maintaining my loyalty, two important people who I thought would never betray me were doing disgusting things behind my back.

 

I began to wonder why I had to be so conservative when the person who led me to think that way was cheating on me and having sex with my close friend.

What an asshole!

 

"Martin, that jerk is acting like a nice guy by pretending to be conservative." I squeezed the spoon in my hand tightly, ignoring the gaze of Asher, who was watching me. "What if I did the same thing with them? I want to feel it, too." I turned my head to look at Asher.

 

I didn't want to hold myself back from their betrayal. I wanted to vent. My breathing started to quicken. Something in my chest felt like it wanted to burst out; my jaw hardened, and my hands clenched into tight fists.

 

Asher sighed softly as he looked at me with calm and shady eyes. "Don't act stupid. That's not like you at all." Asher got up from his seat and took over my empty tray, placing it on the table. "You're a good girl, Daphne."

 

You're wrong, Asher!

I looked at him sharply. Something inside me was burning, blazing, and seemed to be overflowing out. There was a strange urgency.

 

"I'm not a child, Asher. I've grown up like you, and I'm not an innocent. I can do whatever I want." I pressed my words to him.

 

Asher was wrong if he thought of me as someone innocent. All this time, I just held back and acted like what Martin wanted. I just adjusted myself to Martin's taste because Martin didn't want to date a girl who looked naughty and bold.

 

Asher passed by, standing before me. He seemed to be chuckling. A laugh that offended me. "You're not yet an adult who can do whatever you want, Daphne." His calm and deep tone of voice was provoking.

 

I felt insulted and ignited by his words. What did I need to prove to him to recognize that I was an adult?

 

I pulled Asher's hand hard. Asher's reflexes that I realized we were about to fall held the back of my head. A few seconds later, I landed on the bed with Asher on top of me.

 

Asher suddenly turned his gaze towards me, and after he was somewhat surprised, our eyes met. I don't know what happened to me, but right now, I felt my body was scorching. Maybe the effects of alcohol are still influential in my body.

 

My eyes stared at him, unmoving, even though he looked at me with a confused and somewhat annoyed face. "Daphne, don't try to lure me..." Asher spoke quietly in the thin distance between us. I glanced at his hand, squeezing the sheet beside me.

 

My body and his are only a few centimeters away, maybe about an inch. His chest and my chest don't meet and fall on each other because Asher uses his hands to hold his body from falling on me. But I could see his eyes were unfocused, and he glanced at my chest.

 

In that distance, I could feel Asher's racing breath warmly wafting across my face. Then, his piercing eyes aroused my passion for him. I'm sure his gaze is making my estrogen rise so much that I'm having a hard time controlling myself right now.

 

But what I know is that I want Asher right now.

 

"So....are you hooked on me?" I hesitantly said it as I tilted my head and smiled seductively at him. I saw his strained face.

 

As Asher was about to get up, I extended my hand to hold his body. Asher reacted with a twitching forehead and a deep gaze.

 

"What are you afraid of Asher? I'm a grown woman, and you're a grown man. We can do whatever we want, right?" I was getting more and more interested in making him give in.

 

"You'll regret it," Asher said, then immediately pulled my nape and kissed my lips.

 

Asher finally gave in. 

My hand touched his nape as I stroked it gently while the other squeezed Asher's hair. Asher, on the other hand, kept busy kissing and licking my lips.

 

Asher's lips were very soft. The scent of his smooth body made me even more unwilling to let go of his body. Slowly, I began to open my mouth, and Asher began to insert his tongue. Asher's breathing sounded so heavy in my ears.

 

I felt on fire, trying to bring Asher's body closer so he couldn't move from my embrace. Just like Asher, I also didn't stop returning his kisses.

 

Asher's warm, wet lips kept coming to me and sipping my lips repeatedly. Sometimes, he did it roughly while staring into my eyes.

 

Asher looks so sexy!

When his eyes looked at me, I couldn't look away. He paralysed my common sense. My heart seemed to stop and then beat violently.

 

I can feel the scent of mint faintly from inside my mouth as I explore my tongue moving inside it. Then Asher did the same. His eyes continued to observe my eyes without looking away.

 

I was starting to get claustrophobic. The oxygen in my lungs was running low. I was having trouble breathing, and Asher seemed to know it. Pulling himself up with a mesmerizing gaze, he moved away from my lips, giving me pause to breathe more freely.

 

While Asher switched to sipping my neck like he was slowly sipping his favorite wine, I groaned softly. His eyes were back on me again, and this time, he pressed against me even more, my chest aching slightly from the pressure on his chest. Asher kissed me hotly again.

 

I thought it would continue, but Asher suddenly stopped when he heard the phone's sound. Asher immediately got up and picked up the phone.

 

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded rough, greeting the phone.

 

Right at that moment, my common sense seemed to return slowly. I stared at Asher's back with my chest pounding. I was nervous and began to question where my previous courage had gone.

 

Whereas a few minutes ago, I was so bold to provoke him, but right now, I only dared to look at his back in a huff.

 

"Didn't I take care of everything yesterday?" I cringed when I heard her voice become heavier and sounded annoyed.

 

What exactly was he talking about? It's probably about his work. Asher was a very busy man. He had so many things waiting for him.

 

I stopped to think about what was keeping him busy. I was anxious and didn't know how to behave. I had been moving awkwardly, torn between getting up or staying down, but I decided afterward to sit on the bed because staying down in that place felt embarrassing.

 

"Alright, I'll take a look," Asher said, making me quickly avert my eyes as he seemed to finish his phone call.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Asher adjusting his hair. As he did so, I remembered what I had done to his hair earlier.

 

I squeezed the hair tightly while moaning softly under Asher's muscular body... I'm really in trouble.

 

I looked down as Asher turned towards me. I wasn't ready to see him face to face right now.

 

"I have to go back to the office. I have something to do." He told me. I glanced at him because I didn't want to look awkward and tried to act casual.

 

I just nodded my head. "Yes, alright." I felt silly at my answer, which sounded strange and very awkward.

 

Oh God, I feel like disappearing.

Asher momentarily looked at me for a few moments. Of course, I looked the other way casually, trying to avoid his gaze.

 

Not long after, Asher left there by closing my room. I ensured the door was completely closed, and then I quickly dropped my body back onto the bed.

 

"You're crazy, Daphne!" I cursed myself in a stifled voice.

 

My legs twitched, brutally kicking my blanket and sheets until they tugged. Then, exhausted, I fell silent, staring at the ceiling of my room.

 

Then, my memory returns to the moment Asher kissed me. I touched my lips and could still feel what it felt like when Asher pressed them.

 

"How could I do that with my own father's friend...?" I said weakly, sighing softly as I realized I was in for a big mistake.