Page 6 of August and the Night

I break away from his embrace to study his face, trying to comprehend his reaction. "Are you sure? I mean, you'd have to teach me so much," I say, my face burning with embarrassment. Instantly, I notice a flicker of desire clouding his eyes as he replies, "I would thoroughly enjoy that, my little dove.”

7

August

I like to think that I am a good judge of people, that I can easily tell lies from truth. I have always been outstandingly good at reading people, knowing their true intentions just from my eyes flicking over their face and body language. But Layla is an enigma, and I can't figure out if what is coming out of her red-tinted lips is the truth.

Her body language and facial expressions show no sign of deceit, but I know her character better than to assume the truth in her words. I push my thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on being a perfect gentleman. I won't blow the opportunity of getting information out of her.

My hand reaches out to caress her hair, and a furrow immediately forms between my eyebrows when I feel how silky the strands are. I create some space between us to take a proper look at her, and I cannot deny the fact that she is a beautiful woman. Her pale skin has a hint of pink, and I'm not sure if it's from her makeup or from me making her blush. Her big eyes are framed with long lashes, enhanced by mascara, and her face is framed by pin-straight hair that reaches all the way down to her ass. I can't help but feel displeased that her unruly waves are nowhere in sight, and she immediately notices, her eyes searching my face.

"What's wrong?" she mumbles gently, and I wrap a fist around her hair, allowing the long strands to curl around my hand as I bring her face dangerously close to mine.

"I like your hair the way it usually is, what did you do to it?" I grumble, unable to stop my eyes from straying to her lips. I immediately notice how her breath becomes unsteady, her cheeks redder, and a slight tremble in her hands resting on my shoulders. Interesting, seductresses usually do not have this reaction to the touch of a man... Unless this is what she is trained to do – trick men into thinking she's innocent for the thrill of it. The thought causes something dangerous to eat away at my chest.

"My best friend straightened it for me. We thought it would suit the dress more," she tells me, looking deeply into my eyes, as if sensing a shift in me.

"Don't straighten it again. Your waves suit everything just fine," I growl in her ear, still irritated by the images of her luring men in with the innocent virgin act plaguing my mind.

I can't stop the question that escapes my mouth, "Layla, have you shown those innocent eyes to a man other than me? Did you whisper in their ears like you did mine?"

She flusters, her chest heaving with uneven breaths, and her eyes looking everywhere but at mine. I use my hold on her hair to guide her to look at me, my grasp firm enough to command her attention but not harsh enough to cause pain.

"No, August. I told you I never did this before. I have never even been attracted to any man before you," she whispers shyly. I don't care if this is a lie; I need anything that can soothe the unwanted burn in my chest at this point.

"Yeah?" I ask as I kiss the side of her mouth gently, and she starts to blabber nervously, but I fight the urge to laugh.

"Yeah, I promise. My best friend says that she used to think I am a lesbian, even asexual if she didn’t..." She stops suddenly, her face redder than a tomato, and she starts to backtrack, "Nothing, forget I said anything, please," she says desperately, squeezing one of my hands, and suspicion starts to rear its ugly head.

"Didn't what?" I say, my voice leaking venom due to the unexpected jealousy I feel. She is just a project, as well as my enemy, I remind myself, but for some reason, the thought of anyone touching her, man or woman, makes me feel murderous.

"I promise it isn't anything. I beg you to forget about it," she raises her voice, shifting on her feet.

"Tell me, little dove. I promise you are safe with me, I won't judge you," I spit out the words, fully aware of how untrue they are. She isn't safe with me. I will get the information I need out of her, then dispose of her just like she means nothing, because she actually doesn't mean anything.

She avoids my eyes completely before shouting out, "She walked in on me using a vibrator, okay! Are you happy now?" She huffs and puffs, and I struggle to stop the laughter bubbling in my chest, this wouldn’t have been my reaction if it was anybody other than her cousin though.

"I promise that with me, you won't need any toy. I won't allow it. Only my hands, tongue, and cock bring you pleasure," I say, and she immediately melts into me, her eyes glazing over with desire.

I continue playing with her hair and lean down to give her a kiss on her red lips. Immediately, she releases a little moan that makes me hard as a rock, but her lips remain closed, not giving me entry.

"Give me your mouth," I rasp, and she looks at me confused and responds, "I am, August." I nearly cum on the spot from her little innocent act. I don't even care if it's fake at this moment; I am just loving it.

I bite her lip harshly, and she gasps. I take this as an opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth, and her knees wobble. I wrap an arm around her waist, steadying her as our tongues dance. She clearly isn't an expert, or pretends not to be, choosing to mimic my movements, but damn if it isn't the best kiss I have ever had.

I break the kiss and look into her dazed eyes before whispering, "Come on, let's go eat."

I don't fail to notice the slight disappointment on her face that she tries to hide, and I stifle a laugh as I lead her towards our designated table with my hand on her lower back.

8

August

I guide her to the elegant table, her delicate features lighting up with amazement. The table is adorned with a stunning arrangement of red roses, and the breathtaking view from the rooftop captures every nook and cranny of Seattle. As I assist her in settling into her chair, she gazes at me with joyful admiration, and I take a seat across from her.

"This is the most beautiful restaurant I've ever been to, August. The view is simply incredible, I can’t believe you booked the entire restaurant!" she gushes, and I can't help but feel perplexed. Given that her father is one of the wealthiest individuals in the area, she should be accustomed to such extravagance.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to inquire further. "Don't flatter me. While it may be fancy, I'm sure it doesn't compare to the restaurants you've been to before," I remark with a chuckle, and she scowls slightly while fiddling with her painted fingernails.

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