His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

Chapter 24: ii. His Favorite

“It is not like I’m thinking like that at all anyway! I am just clarifying things, you know. I don’t want you to think I’m an easy girl. And as I told you, I already have someone who likes me for me and who I like veryyyy very much!” she said as her cheeks gave away how she feel, turning crimson red from her lies.

“Stop being nervous then, we still have some time before our first class. I assure you, if anything is to happen, it won’t be because of me forcing myself into you,” he said so coldly but he felt that to be a lie as well.

It is taking him a whole lot of self-control to not touch her. Now that he felt how it is to touch her skin, all he wanted to do is to do that again.

To feel her soft pale skin against his, to brush his fingers across that smooth flawless canvass, to run his lips on hers. Fuck! He cursed the gods for the thoughts that crossed his mind.

She gulped, “What do you mean if anything were to happen?” she panicked, unsure if she understood it correctly or was her mind playing tricks on her just now.

He chuckled, hating that she indeed never thought of the scenes running on his mind 24/7 since meeting her. Porn movies have nothing on how dirty his mind has been converted by her presence.

He has been a silent slave to the torture of being near her, and of his thoughts being occupied by her alone ever since their eyes first met.

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She shifted nervously in her seat, hearing the chuckle of his voice always makes her nervous, her throat dry.

She tried to place distance between them and was shocked when he leaned closer. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she tried to push him away.

He frowned and reached for the telephone behind her. His eyebrow arched as her palm was on his chest trying to push him away.

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He felt heat rush down his loins from the way she touched him. Their clothes did nothing to stop his senses from going overdrive.

Her scent filled his nostrils, it was feminine and sweet. “Wild roses and vanilla,” he whispered.

“What did you say?” she asked, blushing when she realized he was just about to take hold of the telephone behind her.

She took her hands off away from his chest as he adjusted back to his seat, cursing as he does so.

She felt her heart clench thinking how utterly disappointed he must be with her. She has already bothered his morning, hurled accusations against him, and now her mind has been occupied by unholy thoughts just by being beside him.

“Your scent... it is of roses and vanilla,” he answered, trying his best not to lean again just to sniff her scent.

“It- it must be the soap I’m using,” she explained. “If you like, I can give you a sample. My mother makes them.”

He nodded and dialed in the numbers, he lifted the receiver and instructed for food to be brought inside the room.

“I would love that. It is my favorite scent ever since I was a child. I find it so relaxing when their scents mix. Maybe my nanny used a similar cologne. I could not recall where I first encountered the scent of roses and vanilla mixing perfectly together, but I can still recall how it makes me feel at home,” he told her afterward.

“Then I will bring them for sure,” she nodded and fidget with her hands. She is sure he didn’t mean it, plus how is she supposed to hand him a piece of soap with all the eyes on them. There is no way she can even be allowed a meter away from him after this breakfast is all over, they will be back to being practically strangers.

He will always be surrounded by his clique, his girls, and his fans. She sighs as she remembered, that there is no way he will approach her after this time. She will be the usual wallflower once again, the one he never notices or talks to.

And she as usual will be stealing glances his way when he happens to pass by. She will be left missing this moment more, and the thought of that burns her throat somehow.

“So deep in your thoughts, I see. What are you thinking?” he asked her, curious as to what was running on her mind.

“No- nothing. Nothing at all!” she stuttered as her heart filled with anxiety from the way he seems to be studying her.

“What a bad liar you are, Miss Mary. Do you know how much you turn red when you say a lie,” his lips curled into a smile.

“That head of yours can never be not thinking of something. Mathematical equations, linguistics, science? Come, tell me exactly what it is,” he leaned a bit, enjoying her warmth.

She blushed, his body heat warming up hers as well, and his gorgeous smile melting her defenses like they were useless walls made of ice against the heat of the sun.

The moment was thankfully interrupted by the servants bringing in their food.

The school nerd felt happy having been saved by the moment. On the other hand, the school prince’s face cannot be painted as he scowled at the maids.

It would have been a comic relief if not for the way he seriously looked pissed as he dismissed them, aware that the moment was ruined anyway.

She stared at the food that has been served. It is more than she can possibly indulge, there are just so many selections and it is embarrassing to admit but she only recognizes a few of them.

“Well, what are you waiting for, queenie? Why aren’t you picking up anything?” he asked as he observed her silence as she just stared at the food before them.

“I- I am just overwhelmed at how much there is to eat. I am not sure how I can eat all of these. Why did you have to make them prepare so much breakfast anyway when it’s just the two of us?” she looked funny with her eyes widening up like saucers and he enjoyed that sheepish smile on her face. She has her cute moments, that he can concede.

“Well, I am quite famished. I have not had breakfast yet. So dig in because they won’t lessen with your staring you know. If you want us to reach the class on time, then you must start to use that pretty mouth of yours,” his voice was deep and low when he said the latter part.

She looked up at him, pretty mouth... use... she felt her cheeks burn as she realized she has been staring at his lips when he said those words.

“Aye, let’s dig in then,” she tried to hide her embarrassment by placing some dishes on her plate.

She was more shocked when she felt a spoon in contact with her lips, forcing her to look at him again.

“Try this, it’s my favorite. My mom used to cook this for me back when I was very little,” he shoved an omelet into her mouth as she opened her mouth to speak.

She felt her cheeks burn more like coals that has been set on fire. She opened her mouth wider just to accommodate the food that was shoved in her mouth.

Why the hell is he feeding her? He described her as plain looking and looks old, and yet he is feeding her like this. She wanted to protest but kept quiet and chewed on the food.

It was just egg, with butter and shrimp. There is nothing so special about it, but the flavors mixed perfectly well somehow.

She wondered if he will like it if it is prepared with some cheese. She is quite a good cook, if she can boast a bit. This kind of dish is something she can easily prepare, if she modified it a bit, maybe it will be even more to his taste.

She stopped chewing when she realized where her thoughts led her just now. Why the hell will she even think about cooking for this brute? May she remind herself that she indeed hate his guts. She winced. Has she gone completely mad somehow?

This is insane. How on earth can she be feeling this way? She stared at him as he placed the very same spoon in his mouth.

That... was that what they call an indirect kiss? That was her first kiss, albeit an indirect one, but still! She blushed and scolded herself. Of course not, how can she think this way at all! It was not an indirect kiss! There is no such thing in this world’s vocabulary.

“What are you staring at? Do you want more?” his baritone voice filled up the room once again as he shoved the same spoon with the same dish into her mouth.

At this rate, her cheeks will be exploding soon she guessed as she chewed on the food thinking how moments ago it was in his mouth. Somehow, some of their salivas have mixed and she is tasting that somehow, right? She felt like she will collapse any moment when she thinks more about that.

She shook her head when he placed the same spoon in his mouth again. “Please don’t feed me again, I think I can manage on my own. It is a very dangerous thing to do, you know!”

He laughed, “Dangerous how exactly?” he felt amusement fill his heart.

“You might knock my teeth off with the spoon or scrape my lips with the fork!” she blushed as she tried to come up with anything to cover her embarrassing thoughts.

“Well, perfectly rational then I see. In that case, what more can I say,” he teased her as her whole face turned crimson red once again.

“Baka, I’m just uncomfortable. So don’t do that anymore. Plus what I just said makes sense when you think about it,” she scolded him.

He frowned hearing her, “Suit yourself then, queenie.” He ate silently beside her, enjoying the exquisite taste of his favorite dish.