Chapter 108 My future

The shock in zhavia's eyes just proved that he took her unaware. She didn't see it coming. She didn't know that he already had his own ill intention. He already had his plans.

"What are you trying to say?"

He raised his brow at her words. He was intrigued by the fact that she heard what he said but didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Am I perhaps speaking in a different language as you, ma petite?"

There was no hint of sarcasm in his tone but there was something else. There was confidence at its highest peak— yes he is a very confident person, but there was something about this certain type in his tone. It was as if he knew every single thing going on, in and out.

She was scared. She didn't even know what to think anymore. Her hands were already trembling from the thoughts in her head.

"Are you insinuating that we share a bedroom?"

She chipped in, her eyes stayed fixed on him as the expression on his face remained passive. He was standing with his hands crossed behind him as if he was observing her. 

She didn't even know what to say anymore. It was all like a freaking dream to her and it was becoming too real. This attitude of his is a new side of him she just discovered. She didn't know how to react to him acting like this.

"Share?".

He furrowed his brows as he spoke. His eyes were locked on her at this moment. His hands still crossed behind him. He tilted his head to her level holding onto her gaze as he needed her to understand what he was going to say.

"Zhavia, from the moment I chose you, you owned my heart and everything I ever possessed. My room is no exception".

The only thing she heard at the moment was his voice playing his sweet deep sound in her head.

"My goddess is my pride,  my concern, my responsibility, and my Number one priority. All of your problems are mine, and all of your worries, I will take them away. Just say a word and it'll be like they weren't there in the first place. Do you know why?".

He was now very close to her as his scent hit her deeper. His breath was directly above hers. She could taste his breath as it spreads on her face. She raised her chin to meet his gaze directly. His eyes were dim and lust-filled. He placed his hands on her shoulders for the first time since she got there.— consciously. 

Her head raced at the impact. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe. Her senses were taken by him, by his eyes.

"Because you are my goddess.  You are mine zhavia".

The rate at which her heart thudded heavily underneath her chest felt like it was going to explode the next time she took in air. She looked helpless. She looked like her soul had been ripped out of her entire body and was tossed into a bottomless ocean. Her ears screamed him, her head scream his name louder, and her body screamed his name the loudest because the moment those words left his lips, she started vibrating visibly. He could see her shaking. The impact he had on her made her realize that it was pointless to start fighting a lost battle when her body had already shown surrender to this man in front of her.

"You are my empress, my future, and the mother of powerful descendants".

The seriousness in his facial expression and his tone at the moment made zhavia forget about everything and everyone. For a moment there, she felt her entire world floating as she listened to him speak. She didn't want to understand what he was saying but her entire body vibrated for this man. Her entire body was obeying his command, seeking his touch and control. She couldn't find the words to say to him. She didn't even want to say anything to him. She just wanted him to keep draining her senses, to keep speaking her mind away.

"You are the owner of my heart".

Just as those words left his lips, zhavia felt her skin become numb. She felt her heart racing all over again. She knew she didn't stand a chance to decline now— I mean she was in the hands of the almighty Nicholas Alviero Ross. She didn't dare open her mouth to utter any word.

Owner.

Of.

His.

Heart?

Those words played like a tape in her head. Now she could actually believe that she was dreaming. There is no doubt that this is also one of her dreams that she is speechless in front of him and there's nothing she could do about it.

"I-i...." Was all she blurted.

Fuck it zhavia.

What the hell are you doing?

How dare you stutter in front of him?

Lips lifted to her actions as he bent even closer to her, bringing his head closer to hers. She didn't decline, she didn't know why but she just couldn't move. She could already taste his breath. She could already feel his eyes piercing into her mind, her head, searching for what she thought. She could feel his steady breaths on her. He smelled like mint. He intoxicated her. He drove her mad. Fucking hell she wanted this man.

She didn't know how the hell she was going to refuse him when he could light her up with just one look. He could literally set her on fire with his eyes. She knew she knew the kind of power and effect he had on her.

"I know. You need to think about it?" As the question left his lips, she nodded instantly, getting a smile out of him. Immediately that happened, her heart stopped— see the strong effect he had on her?

Her eyes were on him.

God, how could someone be so hot?

Is this even possible?

He can't be human.

"Can you think about it while I keep an eye on you?"

This is the first time they are having a real conversation. This is the first time she had heard him in this kind of tone. She couldn't even believe she was in his arms but for the first time since she heard him speak, she couldn't help but notice a little hint of a British accent in his tone. God, he is perfection.

Slowly, she was beginning to notice some hot features in this man. She was beginning to see him for who he really was, for the kind of person he is. This man in front of her was capable of protecting the people he cared about and being possessive is just one of his most attractive features of him.

"W-why would you want to do that? Is there a need for that?"

Fucking hell zhavia, why are you stuttering?

Keep it together woman.

"But of course. I never want to see you wander in the hallway unconscious again. That is highly disturbing".

He blurted. His voice filled her entire mind and thoughts. She could barely think but the only thing she heard from what he just said was the aspect of wandering.

Wandering unconscious?

What the fuck?

How did that happen?

When?

"You've got to be kidding me. When have I ever wandered unconsciously?"

She couldn't believe what she just heard at the moment. She wanted to scream at top of her voice and yell but something made her realize that what he just said could actually be true in some ways because she had also noticed some odd behaviors in herself these past couple of days.

She would wake up and find herself somewhere else. sometimes She would find herself sleeping when she just slept for an entire night. Sometimes, she would suddenly feel weak and didn't know why.

"You made that up, didn't you?"

This was getting better and better because he was talking to the woman of his dreams and she was no longer In that awkward situation any longer. She was now talking to him like she had known him for a while. For a moment there, she was comfortable in his arms and wasn't looking tense anymore.

"Why would I do that?"

He asked, letting go of her now because she was also doing things to him too. He wasn't even sure he could take it anymore if she kept looking at him in that way.

Her eyes were on him now. His goddess was asking him questions and talking to him like she doesn't even care about their previous argument.

This is progress.

He remembered when she would always pick a fight with him because she didn't feel safe.

Now she was in his arms and nobody was willing to let go. They wanted to be in each other's arms longer than they ever imagined. They wanted to hold themselves longer and keep talking like the entire world didn't even matter.

This felt good.

What is this feeling?