Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 34: Bathtime

Chapter 34: Bathtime

Chapter THIRTY FOUR

**Oliver West**

Then the sound of the door clicking open.

Oh god! I was done for.

I watched as he casually strode inside the bathroom and made his way toward the shower stand. He had not sighted me from my spot, where I stood flattened against the wall.

My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I was sure he could hear it echoing off the bathroom tiles. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to bolt, but there was nowhere to go.

I considered making a quick dash for the door, but what would I do about Vince who was currently waiting for him inside the room? I would still be discovered either way.

I watched with wide eyes as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and allowed it to fall down in a heap on the ground.

The lump in my throat grew thicker and tighter as my eyes wandered freely over the well-defined muscles of his chest and abs. Heat flooded my face, spreading down my neck like wildfire.

My mouth hung open. I couldn’t stop gawking like a creep. He definitely had the bodily perfection of the male love interests from my manga collection—the kind of physique that made me stay up late reading under my covers with a flashlight.

The sound of his zipper ripping open snapped me out of my trance-like state.

Oh god! Was he really going to strip naked in front of me? To draw in each breath became even more difficult. My lungs burned from lack of air.

He shrugged free of his trousers with reckless abandon. Now he was clad only in a pair of black briefs. The lean muscles of his toned legs were fully exposed.

My throat ran dry when he began to take off the last piece of material that kept him from being completely naked.

Cold sweats formed on my forehead. My palms were clammy with tension... and anticipation?

What the heck was wrong with me! I must have forgotten my senses back at home. It was why I was trapped in this situation in the first place.

I shut my eyes tight.

One...

Two...

Three...

"Stop!" I screamed out the words, my voice cracking with desperation.

He snapped his attention toward my direction in that instant. The shocked and disbelief look on his face was immediate, his gray eyes widening before they narrowed into something dangerous.

I gulped down in embarrassment. I wished the floor of the bathroom would open up and swallow me from that consuming gaze.

A shriek escaped my mouth when he covered the distance between us in raging footsteps, water droplets still clinging to his skin.

"What the hell are you doing here!" he boomed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

"I... I..." No coherent words could come out of my mouth. I couldn’t even think about anything, not when we stood so close and he didn’t appear to be in a hurry to cover up his near-nudity from me.

My gaze darted toward the door. He had already discovered me. Maybe I should just escape while I still could? Could I make it in time before he...

"Fucking say something!" he barked, suddenly gripping my arms and seizing all the possible escape plans I had begun to form in my head.

Pain shot through my arms where his fingers dug in. I could feel bruises forming already

"W-well, your mom invited us h-here," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"And I bet she also invited you into my room as well as my bathroom!" He scoffed aloud, his grip tightening. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"No, Kieran..." The words died in my throat once again, there was no explanation I could possibly give. I knew his house like the back of my palms, I couldn’t even lie about getting lost.

"Since you are here..." His words trailed off, the grip on my arms tightened even further until I yelped out in pain.

I struggled to free my arms from his grasp. He had that predatory look in his gaze, and I was the prey who had fallen into his trap.

What had even compelled me to come here? Not to mention entering into his room. I should have resisted further when Mom had insisted.

"I want to leave. Let go of me, Kieran!" I hissed out the words. For some reason, a foolish part of me had not really believed he would continue to hurt me. Since that day at my house and his absence from school, I had felt like we had an unspoken truce between us.

But I was wrong. So terribly wrong.

He yanked me toward him. I was almost crushed against his chest, the only choice I had was to place my hands on his bare shoulders for support.

My face flamed hotly at the direct feel of his skin against my palms. It sent a jolt of tingling sensation burning through my hands and up my arms. My heart was racing too fast, and it wasn’t entirely fear...No, it was something even more terrifying than fear.

He didn’t appear to realize how intimate we were, or maybe it just didn’t matter to him. He’d had so many girlfriends. This closeness should be nothing new to him. But for me, this was uncharted territory. A boy pressed this close to another boy—it was the kind of scene that made my cheeks burn when I read it in my manga, and now I was living it.

"Who says you can leave?" he taunted, his breath warm against my face.

"Since you’re already here, we might as well have some fun together." His mocking gaze combined with his taunting words sent a wave of alarm through me. " I was about to jerk off, seeing that you are here, you could help me out, you should have more experience in this,"

WHAT??

I gawked at him like a paralysed ghost. Flames of mortification spreading through me, it was the insulting way he’d said those words, like the fact that I was gay meant that I was jerking off every guy.

"You don’t want to?" His brow lifted smoothly at my glare, his gaze still gleamed with mockery as he added, " Then, did you enter my bathroom because you wanted a bath? We should give you one then."