Page 72 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
My shivering intensified as the cool air swirled around my drenched clothes, and it was then that I felt Jared's hands on me. He started to remove my shirt, but I slapped his hands away and turned to face him.
"Y-You said y-you wouldn't p-punish me," I reminded him.
"I'm not. I'm getting the wet clothes off you."
"N-Not out here!" I exclaimed.
Jared sighed, then grabbed me, placing me back on my feet before carrying me away from the pool.
"Y-You're going to g-get drenched t-too," I pointed out.
"I don't care. Let's just get you inside."
I was taken aback by his genuine concern for my well-being. Although he had promised not to punish me for outwitting him, he didn't have to go to the trouble of carrying me or helping me indoors. He could have simply left me outside and instructed me to find my own way. Nevertheless, he brought me inside and all the way back to the bedroom before setting me down in the bathroom and turning on the hot water.
As I began unbuttoning my shirt, Jared approached while I struggled with my stiff fingers. He took hold of the shirt's sides and tore it open, which earned him a disapproving look from me.
"What?" he inquired.
"Now it's ruined."
"I have more."
I rolled my eyes and effortlessly slipped the shirt off my body. Jared exited the bathroom, and I removed my pants and underwear, stepping into the welcoming embrace of the warm shower. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the soothing water cascaded over me. As Jared returned, I couldn't help but wonder if he might seize this opportunity to fuck me under the cascading water. He hadn't explicitly mentioned not taking advantage of me, but instead, he simply placed some clothes on the counter and discreetly exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
His sudden silence left me perplexed. Usually, his quietness indicated he was planning something. However, this time, he made no move, leaving me standing there. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Fatigue had begun to weigh heavily on me, and the warm water only exacerbated my drowsiness.
I didn't linger in the shower for long before turning off the water and dressing in comfortable pants and an oversized hoodie, which I noticed was Jared's. It confused me, as he typically didn't like it when I wore his clothes. Nevertheless, I donned it and joined him in the bedroom.
A steaming meal awaited me on the coffee table, and Jared sat in a chair, not on the couch. He didn't motion for me to sit on his lap but instead nodded toward the couch, wordlessly indicating that I should take a seat. I followed his unspoken instruction and settled onto the couch.
“You must be hungry,” he remarked.
“Starving.”
“Eat.”
He pushed the food closer to me, his own appetite seemingly waning, either because he had already eaten downstairs or because he simply wasn't interested in eating right now. I dug in, but I couldn't help noticing Jared's intense scrutiny. His body appeared slightly agitated as he continued to fixate on me, creating a growing sense of unease within me. I reached forthe water, taking a sip, but the constant, unwavering gaze was beginning to grate on my nerves.
“What?” I retorted, turning to him.
“What?” he echoed.
“You keep staring at me. It’s hard to eat when you do that.”
“Why?”
“Because I never know if you’re planning something or just thinking!” I exclaimed.
“I’m thinking,” he confirmed.
“Oh?”
“I’m thinking about how incredibly stupid you were today.”
I rolled my eyes before taking a bite of the food, then turned to him. “I think I was very clever.”
“You slipped and fell into the water,” he growled.
