229: The warm feeling

I didn't say anything else but I did smile as we continued down the staircase.

"You seem very smiley and cheerful today," Cory said, beaming a smile at me before looking away.

His comment made me blush red. "This may sound corny but I feel warm inside after experiencing that last night." I truthfully shared yet I was nervous and tucked some hair behind my ear.

Cory chuckled and said. "No, it's normal from burning up at such a high temperature. Plus it's indicating you're still in heat but it's not hurting you anymore. It's more like a sign of the bond taking place.

"Just as long as I don't go in extreme pain," I said baffled to hear. "I'm sure I can handle it."

Cory chuckled, "it's just the bond saying you and I are connecting to each other."

I nodded and said nothing. I didn't want to admit that I felt a change. Even being near him, his aura felt pleasant. For once he wasn't being annoyed or irritating. It felt like I had a better tolerance for him.

I thought this as we reached the last step and then mazed around the rooms. Till we entered the dining room connected to the kitchen area. There were a decent amount of people at the tables each. The second we entered, I saw most of the women glaring my way. And that warm feeling faded once we walked in. These women seriously have some major issues with me. The worst part is I don't even want to be their Primary Queen. Do they not realize that I am given no choice but to marry their Primary King. You would think they'd make this easier on me. I'm already uncomfortable enough. Then they're making it worse on me, I thought.

Not paying any attention to it. Cory was more surprised to find a lot of his married men were up with their wives having breakfast together. While the remaining single guys were chilling around eating. With Sally trailing along behind him, he walked straight up heading towards the kitchen directly in front of him.

"Hey Bossman, there are some freshly baked lemon-pound bread if your fiance wants that." A Highest-ranked man named Ian said at this one table.

Cory asked, looking at me. "Sally, does that sound like something you might like?"

"Probably," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable.

Cory smiled, "we have other food besides that. Or I could cook you something to eat."

Ian jumped into the conversation. "There are tons of freshly made baked foods. Unless you want to cook for her."

"It's whatever she wants to do, Ian," said Cory, smiling at me. Until he looked around at his men. "I am surprised some of you guys are up so early and you cooked for your wives I see."

"I could crash but Missy here wants us to spend some time together," Ian answered as his eyes veered flirting with his wife Missy who was beaming at him in such love. I could tell from the way they googled their eyes that the couple loved each other.

Ian had a square-oval-shaped face. Dark brown hair cut in a texture style for extra play. Close-set dark brown eyes, narrow ideal nose, wide masculine sexy lips, defined jawline, and higher upper cheekbones. Ian was certainly handsome. His wife Missy was gorgeous. She has a heart-shaped face. Long dirty blonde hair that she had styled in beach wave curls. Then she had blue oval-shaped eyes, a cute small nose, and full lips.

"I was hungry and I didn't want to eat alone without you. After we eat we can go back to bed and have some time together." Missy said in such a love way yet she hinted at something else with that time together. The men including Cory were fast to pick up on it. They chuckled loudly as I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Yes we can do that," Ian winked at Missy. "But first I am going back to bed for a little bit."

Missy smiled brightly at him.

"I guess you two might be expecting a little unborn," Josh commented two tables behind them sitting around other men.

Ian and Missy beamed a loving smile at each love. "I am hoping because I want another baby. Keith is fifty-nine years old and he hardly needs me anymore. I miss him being a little guy when he needed me."

"He may not need you as he did but Keith will always be your son," Ian said to comfort his wife. "He's just growing up."

I felt for Missy right now. I could see motherhood in her eyes. Her eyes had a mixture of joy and sadness to know her son was growing up. I'm sure Maria is facing the same happy yet sad realization as Jake grows up.

Our eyes met and I smiled at her but her gleam deteriorated into this harsh glare. Now I learned Missy is another lady who hates me. So I looked away facing Cory and I instantly felt better. Although I hated the fact that only looking at him made me feel safe. Anytime I glanced his way. This warmth of comfort engulfs me in calmness. Regardless, of how I felt this bond connection was taking a hold of me. Cory glanced a bright eye my way. And I voluntarily smiled as he did the same. Darn me! NO! Darn this bond! Meanwhile, yes almost everyone, mainly the men noticed the attraction between Cory and me. In moments like this, I wish I could fall into some hole.

My eyes veered around to notice the glaring narrowed more aggressive at me from most of these ladies. I inwardly rolled my eyes to think. All this training and yet the men are so oblivious to what is going on. Without stalling I inched closer to Cory and the dirty looks stopped. All the while I catch Cory flash a gleam at me.

'Yeah, don't flatter yourself, Hotshot. I'm not hovering over you because I want to.' That's what I wanted to say but I kept it to myself.