Stab of desire

Chapter 48| Stab of desire

"I don't have the answers you seek, Kimberly. Sincerely, I don't."

"But you do know the interpretation of the word right?" She narrowed her gaze at him even as he swiveled his.

"Why are you so interested in a land you'll be leaving soon? What do you care?"

"I don't!" She took a step back and sat down on his bed, her elbows on her lap and face on the palm.

"You need to leave, Kimberly. You can't be here."

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Her blue irises were fixated on his, keeping his captive. It felt like if he blinked, he just might give something away.

"Why would I avoid you, Kimberly?" He gave her a slight look of disbelief, hoping she buys his act because he didn't.

"I don't know. I was hoping you'll tell me that."

"I've been so busy, Kimberly. Avoiding you means I care to notice your nuisance of a presence but I don't."

He expected the usual flare of anger, spite as she tried to get even with him and then storm out of the room but she sighed and gave him a deflated look like she was done.

"The jabs are getting old, Tristan," she mumbled even as she sank her body on the bed and his eyes widened.

"What do you think you are doing, Kimberly?" He moved towards her, keeping his eyes on her face even though he wanted to see more of her fair skin which would be on more display now she was in a lying position and her gown must have ridden up.

He shook his head not believing the outrageous thought in them. He needed to leave the infirmary more and hook up with his usual lay. Staying away from sex was messing with his head and making the human so desirable.

"I told you I won't leave until you tell me something that has an ounce of truth in it," she smirked at him, "Remember what I told you when I discovered you are an asshole?"

"You have told me many words deserving of an asshole, Kimberly. I can't pick my favorite." He scowled even as he ended his word on a sarcastic note.

"You won't pay a fine if you don't have that damn look on, now would you? Because I'm getting worried about you," she had a smug grin on that convinced Tristan that the human love riling him up, disturbing his life, and making him question his sanity.

"Kimberly leave." He went to the door, opening it and then raising his brow at her.

She rolled on the bed, grinning even as he stared, gulped, averted his gaze. Damn, she was beautiful.

If only she wasn't human, if only they didn't have a damn deal between them, if only they had met in different circumstances and a different world, maybe just maybe he would be able to satisfy the lingering hunger for her that burnt him.

Find out if her pouty tempting lips were as soft as they looked, if her little petite frame would be a perfect fit against his, find out how she looked after climax, her eyes with so much defiance in them now glassed with desire, her eyelashes in half-mast, one of her laps still on his shoulders, while on the bed.

He wanted to fuck her senseless till she was sated, her brain jumbled, her body humbled, and couldn't make out a string of words that challenged and annoyed him, yet were also the reason for the stab of desire he felt even as his cock sprang to life.

He groaned, the last thing he wanted was for the human to find out he had an erection just thinking about her.

This was when an Earth rapper's pants come in handy, he thought to himself, both amused he was thinking this at a particular time of unrest and arousement. But those baggy pants of theirs would have come in handy right now because not only would they hide a hard-on but they could hide like three of "Kimberlies" underneath too.

He spared what he hoped was a discreet stare down south hoping she didn't catch on to that. He didn't want to give her bragging rights of making her think she was responsible for his erection.

It could be anyone and his body would respond the same way to them because of how sex-starved he was, he tried to convince himself even though he knew at the back of his mind that regardless of how horny he was, he won't touch any of the nurses that threw themselves so shamelessly at him at the infirmary even with a pole.

Kimberly gave him a triumphant smile of victory, believing his prolonged silence meant he was going to give in to her completely oblivious to his internal turmoil, "So what is it going to be, Prince?"

"Tristan," he could hear Saif's voice and heard footsteps.

He turned towards Kimberly, he doesn't seem like she was ready to move an inch from her position, even as she crossed her hand for good measures.

He hoped Saif had not been listening, to their discussion because the last thing he wanted was for Saif to think he had anything to hide. One human poking their head into his life was enough, he didn't want his brother to become her ally too.

He couldn't hide her in his closet, Saif could hear her thoughts. He'll hear her once he enters the room and would know where she was. That'll be more awkward and suspicious especially if he found her huddled in the closet.

"Kimberly you need to leave," he mumbled, his voice not rushed or raised in alarm but as she batted her eyebrow smugly he could tell that she could sense the urgency in his demeanor.

He shook his head realizing that if the stubborn human by any chance decides to leave his room she'll run into his brother whose footstep was getting closer by the minute.

"Terrace. At dusk today. I'll tell you everything." He couldn't believe he was giving in to the Human's demand.

"And how do I know you ain't lying since we won't be signing this on a document?" She gave him a teasing mocking smile.

"Please, Kimberly. I promise on my honor."

"That's almost equivalent to a pinky promise, but I'll have to make do with that for now not because I trust you. No, I don't but because I also don't want Saif to see me here."

He narrowed his gaze at her, how had she known it was Saif. He had only heard Saif call out his name because of the sibling's bond and he could hear the footsteps even though Saif was still far away from his room because of his powers.