Chapter 38

Me: Where you at?

Mia: I'm taking a bath, where are you?

He didn't reply. Instead, Travis got up, walked out of her room, and followed the sound of water splashing. A smirk spread across his face as he approached the bathroom door. Without hesitation, he opened it and found Mia in the tub, her back turned to him as she washed her body. She hadn't noticed him yet, completely absorbed in her routine.

Quietly, Travis closed the door and locked it. The sound of the lock clicked, causing Mia to turn around, her face lighting up with happiness—until she realized she was naked, her smile fading into a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Travis, when did you come in?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"A couple of seconds ago. Don't stop. I'll just sit here and watch," he said casually, sitting down on the toilet seat, his phone in hand.

Mia's heart raced. She turned away again, trying to hide the blush that spread across her cheeks, covering her face with one hand. But deep down, the thought of Travis watching her stirred something inside her—an excitement she didn't expect.

'I'm tainted now... he has no choice but to marry me,' she thought with a smirk, trying to suppress the thrill running through her body.

She bathed slower than usual, making sure not to miss a single spot, all the while feeling Travis's eyes scanning every inch of her body. The weight of his gaze ignited a sense of pride within her—knowing that her body could hold his attention like this. Each movement felt deliberate now, every stroke of her hands across her skin was slower, sensual, as if she was performing just for him.

A shiver ran down her spine as she lathered soap over her chest, her nipples hardening under her touch. She knew Travis was watching, his silence making his attention even more intense. It was like a game, the quiet thrill of teasing him while pretending it was nothing out of the ordinary. She could feel the heat building inside her, the way her body reacted to his presence, and it was intoxicating.

Her thoughts raced, caught between wanting to continue the slow torture and wanting to give in to her desires. She stole another glance at him from the corner of her eye, catching him shifting slightly in his seat, his eyes still glued to her body. The knowledge that she had that kind of power over him made her feel bold, almost daring.

'He's probably thinking about it right now... what he wants to do to me,' she thought, biting her lower lip. The thought sent a pulse of heat straight to her core, and she found herself moving her hands lower, letting the water cascade down her back as her fingers brushed against her thighs.

'Should I tease him more? Push him until he can't resist?' Her heart raced at the idea, her body responding to the fantasies playing in her mind. Every touch, every brush of her hands was like foreplay, knowing Travis's eyes were on her the whole time.

But as much as she wanted him to act, she liked this tension, this unspoken desire that filled the room. It made her feel powerful.

'I can't handle this pressure... I just want him to pin me down and fuck me hard right now!' she thought, biting her lip. But she knew she had to keep it together, especially with her mother and her cult nonsense looming in the back of her mind.

"So, when are you going to see Eve?" she asked, breaking the silence. Her voice echoed in the small space, making it sound louder than it actually was.

"I don't plan on going. I'll just stay here with you until we're done," Travis replied smoothly.

"Oh, okay." Mia's heart fluttered with happiness. Knowing that Travis had chosen to stay with her rather than see Eve made her feel special—like today, she was his focus and no one else's.

'I can't wait to rub it in that emo thot's face tomorrow,' Mia thought triumphantly.

She quickly finished her bath, standing up and wrapping a towel around her body. As she stepped out of the tub, Travis chuckled.

"Why are you hiding yourself? I'm going to see you naked soon enough anyway," he teased, his tone laced with amusement.

Her face turned bright red as she stammered, "Hmmm, I guess that's true…"

"I'll wait in your room, okay?" Travis said, giving her one last look before walking out, leaving Mia to exhale deeply, trying to calm her racing heart.

'That was too much for my heart... and everything,' she thought, clutching the towel around her body.

In her room, Travis lay on the bed, pulled out his phone, and texted Eve, letting her know he wouldn't be coming. A moment later, she sent a voice note threatening to beat him up tomorrow, which made him chuckle.

Amused, Travis decided to video call her. She picked up almost instantly.

"Yo, what's up?" he greeted, his eyes fixed on the screen.

On the other end, Eve had a playful frown on her face. "I'm really mad at you, you know."

"I can tell. What's the situation over there? Tyrone and his guys around?" he asked.

"No, they're not. It's as quiet as it was a month ago. I have to thank you for that tomorrow," Eve replied.

"Hmm, I wonder how you're planning to do that."

"Don't worry, you'll find out. It's nothing major, so don't get your hopes up," she teased, her tone light. "Oh, and I finished the portrait. It turned out pretty good if I do say so myself."

"Oh, can I see it?"

"No way! It's a surprise, just like the other thing. Now, go to sleep, Travis," she said, hanging up before he could respond.

Travis smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him as he stared at the now-blank screen.

He slid his phone back into his pocket just as Mia walked in, her towel wrapped tightly around her chest and barely reaching her thighs. Her face was flushed with a bright pink hue, her cheeks growing warmer as she felt the weight of Travis's gaze on her. Every step she took seemed hesitant, like she was hyper-aware of her near-nakedness in front of him.

As she moved toward the window, her steps light and graceful, she tiptoed to reach the curtains. In the process, her towel lifted slightly, revealing the perfect curve of her perky ass. Travis didn't even bother hiding his appreciation, his eyes lingering on the sight, drinking in every detail as she fumbled with the curtain rod. The brief glimpse only fueled his desire, a smug grin creeping onto his face.

Mia finally managed to close the curtains and turned back around, catching his stare. Her lips curled into a small, shy smile, her cheeks tugging with embarrassment.

"How was your bath?" he asked, his tone smooth and teasing.

She shifted awkwardly, her fingers gripping the towel a little tighter as she replied, "Um, it was okay. I should... probably get dressed now. Could you look away?"

Though Travis was tempted to push the boundaries, to tell her she didn't need to be so shy around him, he knew better. He gave her a slow nod, turning his gaze away, respecting her request despite the tantalizing opportunity. As much as he knew she wouldn't resist if he pressed, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Mia, with all her shyness and strict upbringing, wasn't the type to move too fast. She needed to be eased into things, and he was more than willing to play that game.

'Man, what a long day,' he thought, his mind wandering as he heard the soft rustling of her towel behind him. 'I wonder how those Latino twins are doing now...'

TO BE CONTINUED