Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 88: Leisure

Chapter 88: Leisure

Come on, Lion man! Do something!

She grumbled in her heart looking at the floor. It was then she realized that he DID grow up. His underwear was swollen, and he was hiding the erected snake with his hand. She couldn’t see the expression on his face as he was looking down, but she could see his ears getting red.

She didn’t know why that made her that happy. She smirked throwing the towel to the floor.

He looked at her and his eyes were misted, and his lips were glistening. She liked that look.

"You did that on purpose," he said, clenching his jaws. "I tried to be..." he fisted his hands and took a deep breath.

"I don’t know what you mean," she turned to leave. She wanted something to happen and when it was about to happen her reaction was to run away. Her heart started pounding too hard. "Get dressed. I’ll bring you~"

Before she finished her sentence, Leander pulled her into his embrace. She landed on his thigh with her hands resting perfectly over his pecks. Rather than looking at his eyes or face for that matter, her eyes ended up where her curiosity lay—his chest.

Ta-da! He had nipples too!

That night she couldn’t see them properly. His entire chest was tattooed, and his nips were well hidden. Now in the bright light, she could differentiate them from the ink.

Before she knew it, her fingertip was pushing on his tip.

It’s...going in, and out... How about the other side...? Oh, this side too...

She giggled as she found it funny.

"What’s so funny?" he asked holding her wrist.

Viviana found his face funny. He is donning this expression a lot these days. It’s like he is holding back his poop. Or it might be something else. His jaws were clenched, and his eyes were serious. He looked impatient.

"You must be good down there, huh?" he asked.

She looked down and her eyes ended up on his crotch. "You’re not?" she asked. "Need help?"

He glared at her.

"Oh, right," she placed her hand on his shoulder. The defined muscles on his shoulder were nice to touch, and so she continued to touch them. "You won’t trust me with your p*nis, would you?"

She remembered thinking that even his biceps felt like carved wood. There were layers and it was nice to touch. She didn’t know much about how it got that way or cared much. It felt nice and that was enough for her. The feeling of the hair on his forearm was~

She was interrupted as her head plopped on the bed. He was on top of her and before she could be fully aware of what was happening, his lips crashed on hers. His hand slipped inside her shirt and pinched on her nip bud. It didn’t hurt, on the contrary...

"Aghh!" she moaned thinking of his kisses.

He left no place unmissed on her upper body. His lips tasted every inch of her skin, lingering on some places a little longer just like she wished for.

She was pleased.

The sky when viewed upside down looked different. She was not looking at the sky when he was on top of her. She didn’t care about the sky for a long time. It used to be her favorite time pass when she was with Leona. When they were not playing pretend angels, Leona would be running behind crabs trying to bury them in the sand or throw sticks in the sea to see how far she can throw them.

She, on the other hand, would simply stare at the sky.

She used to think that the sky knew every secret. She would think if she stared at the sky enough, the sky would tell her who her mother was and why she left her.

That was a very long time ago. She didn’t have the time to stare at the sky anymore.

"Do you know why he kissed me today?" she asked the sky. "Did I say something he didn’t like?"

She giggled covering her face with her hands and kicking her legs. She knew that was not the case.

She waited for his return. When she heard the door knock, she didn’t know why she sprung up and fixed her hair. He asked her to wait just like that for his return.

But then, she jumped down from the bed. Leander won’t knock to enter, and Katerina won’t knock more than twice before entering the room.

So, who was it?

She opened the door. It was odd for her to do that because she never did that before.

"Ciao, Bellissima!"

Lionel stood in front of the door with a bright smile.

"Hello, Mr. Yannis," Viviana smiled. Her eyes looked behind him to see where Leander was. But there was no one behind him. Even Katerina was not present.

What is he doing here alone?

She didn’t know how to react. This is not her house and what should she do when a guest arrives? Should she offer a seat? Where? Should she offer tea and snacks? But she cannot leave the room.

She decided to call for Katerina.

"Is this a bad time?" Lionel asked noticing that she looked uncomfortable.

"Oh, no. Not at all, Mr. Yannis," Viviana smiled awkwardly. "Is Kastello downstairs?" she asked.

"Uh-no..." Lionel curled his lips. "It must be a bad time. I just thought of continuing to hear your story and drove here out of...I’m sorry for~"

"Oh, no, please..." Viviana waved her hand frantically.

Someone help me!

She didn’t think that sending away Leander’s friend would be a nice thing to do. But she cannot leave the room. She didn’t want to allow him inside the bedroom either. The bed is still unmade and there is no place in the bedroom where Lionel can sit except at the breakfast table.

She didn’t find that to be a good idea. She didn’t know why but... only she and Leander uses those chairs. To share it with someone else...umm...

"I’ve never been inside his room before," Lionel tried to peek in.

"Oh, really?" Viviana raised her brows.

Now she knew for sure. Leander does not like other people inside his bedroom. Somehow, she is the exception. He doesn’t want her to leave his room.

Viviana stood hanging on the door. She didn’t know how she is going to tell Lionel that she cannot leave the room. But then he will ask to let him in. She cannot do that either. She cannot ask him to leave and come back when Leander was home, although that’s what she wanted to say.

But he wants to listen to her story! She wanted to talk about Leona to him.

As someone with minimal social skills, she struggled hard to reach a decision.

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Leander stared at his phone screen for some time. "Steve, track who this is," he passed his phone to Steve.

Steve got the phone to note the number. Leander’s face was calm. Steve’s heart skipped a beat out of fear. He saw the pictures that were sent to Leander from an unknown number.

Not good!