Suddenly Callea let go of Deive as if she was burned and rushed out of bed to get away from him. Her cheeks were flaming. She couldn't believe that she could be aggressive because she wanted to treat him immediately. How could something so innocent turn into a sexual play. Jeez!
She bent down her head and couldn't meet his eyes directly. "I am sorry."
When she glanced at him, his playful smile stayed. He seemed to enjoy the way she "harassed" him.
It was so embarrassing! What would he be thinking about her now? That she was excited to be with a man? Her ancestors might rise from the grave and pull all her hair until she's bald. Where was her head? How could she face him now?
Callea's breath hitched when his robe fell open like he was Superman.
She caught her breath when it opened before robe, was like Superman. Her eyes were exposed to the eyes to his athletic chest. "Go ahead! Do everything you must with me."
Her mouth went agape. "Ha?"
Do everything? If she would base it on the TV shows she watched, he was allowing her to do whatever she wanted. Her mouth watered. Deive was more skillful with women drooling over him.
Dios mio! I'm still a virgin!
Is it serious? He was offering himself to her.
She was as still as a statue while staring at his body. She didn't know what to do. Her hand holding the cotton was shaking. He overwhelmed her. She was still innocent. What was the first thing she must do?
What kind of groom did her grandfather gave him? They were not even together for an hour but he was turning her world around.
"Callea," he uttered.
"Yes?" Should she start treating him? Where do? How? Someone help her!
The gape on his robe widen. "What you waiting for? Treat me."
How could she treat him when she was not herself? Maybe she was the one who must see a doctor.
She reluctantly sat up. She slowly got the cotton balls and put some drops of povidone-iodine. Her hand trembled. She breathed deeply to control herself.
Like slow motion as she drew the cotton on deep scratches on his chest.
"Ahhh!" he cried in pain.
She panicked. "Is it painful? I'm sorry! Sorry! " She blew on the scratch to lessen the pain.
"Hehehe!" When she looked up, he was grinning from ear to ear. "It's just practice."
She nearly pummeled his face in frustration. He was just playing. She wanted to get mad but decided to keep on treating the scratches. Drat this man! She nearly had a heart attack when she thought he was hurt. To think that her conscience was bugging her because of the misfortune that had befallen him. Or maybe he was pushing her conscience to the max. She couldn't get mad at him even if he was tripping on her. It was her fault that Luna attacked him anyway.
Now she could see her body up-close. He didn't have an ounce of flab. His smooth tan was tantalizing like chocolate, maybe because he enjoyed outdoor sports. Her pale white skin is in contrast with his dark one. And she kinda liked it. What if she caressed his muscles?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. How could she concentrate on his treatment if her body was screaming for him like she wanted to devour him? She was attracted to him like any normal woman.
She didn't like this attraction a bit. It was foolishness to desire him. She didn't want to be any normal woman and become a slave to such beauty.
She thought about creepy thoughts instead. A zombie, its body was decaying. He lost his other eye and it was even swollen.
She grinned at the thought. Then there was a baby monster that had just been released from the womb and bathing in blood.
Her creepy thoughts reduced the awkwardness she felt while treating Deive. She thought about the next scene in the novel she was doing.
About how the white lady ghost would seek her revenge on her ex-boyfriend who forced her to have an abortion. She would cut off her ex-boyfriend's dick. And she thought about how she would kill other men who didn't want to face their responsibilities.
Harharhar! Bloody revenge.
Cut the dick!
"What's with that sinister smile?"
Callea's smile was gone and looked upon Deive's face in wonder. "Why?" she asked.
"Nothing. Your smile made me feel strange. I got a feeling that you have naughty plans for me. Are you still mad because I didn't arrive early last night? "
She shrugged. "It's okay!"
It didn't matter if she would get mad at him. It was a done deal anyway.
"No, it's not!" he contradicted and flayed his arms. "It was my fault. I went to a party with my friends. I didn't expect that it was traffic on the expressway. My bad. I should have come earlier. I hope I didn't stay at the party for long." He held her hand while the other one cupped her cheek. "Let me make it up with you."
Her eyes sparkled. "How?"
With his gorgeous body?
The gross ideas inside her head were replaced by carnal thoughts. His body was really a meal. Argh! She was still a normal woman with libido after all. She couldn't help it. Wait, she had an access to his body once they were married, right?
"I will cook for you and Marina," he offered instead.
The fantasy inside her head burst like a bubble. His cooking skills were his only way to make amends. "You don't know how to cook, right?"
"I know. A bit. "
She came down from the bed and retrieved the tray. "No, thanks. Marina and I will cook and you relax here. Stay here inside this room and don't come out until you are well. "
"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied and gave her a snappy salute. She was on her way out of the room when called out to her. "Callea, wait!"
"What?"
He took her shoulder and kiss her firmly on the side of her lip. "Thank you for taking care of me." He caressed her cheek. "You look beautiful today. I hope you are the first sight I see whenever I wake up. See you later."
She felt like she was floating on air as she left the room. He kissed the side of her lips. He thanked her for caring for him. He caressed her cheek. He found her beautiful. Shit! She felt like a giddy teenager.
She was shocked when she met Marina who was on her way up the stairs. "Let eat. I'm hungry. "
"Why don't you eat on your own?" Callea asked and gave her the empty tray. Then she walked towards her room.
"What is happening to you?" asked Marina. "What's did you do with Deive?"
He kissed her, caressed her cheek, and called her beautiful. That's it.
"Nothing," she replied in a still-zombie tune. Her eyes were just straight and didn't look back until she went to her own room. "No interruptions. I will just spend my day inside my room." Then she slowly closed the door.
She leaned on the door and held the cheek caressed by a Deive. "He kissed me, touched me, and told me I'm beautiful."
She uttered that over and over again while she was staring in space. All she could see was Deive. All she could feel was Deive. All she could think of was Deive.
Deive. Deive. Deive.
Her smile was wiped on her face. Then she realized her predicament.
She didn't want to be kissed by a man. But she agreed to kiss Deive.
She didn't want any man touching her but he allowed Deive.
And most of all, she hated to be called beautiful. She even yelled at Marina earlier for praising her beauty.
But she let Deive call her beautiful. And she loved it.
"Eeee!" she shrieked and pulled off her ponytail. She pulled her hair like a crazy woman.
She faced the mirror and stared at her reflection. She was now far from the presentable woman earlier. Her face was covered with unruly hair. "How did I become beautiful? I didn't even put on makeup. Deive must be trying to soften me up."
She angled her face and tried to look for proof that she was beautiful. Her eyes burst looking at her body in her pastel-colored dress. She quickly took off her dress. She grabbed the old maid's costume that was tattered and marked with blood. Then she flopped down the bed and stared at the ceiling.
A real smile shone on her lips. Finally, she felt normal. The woman earlier with Deive was a fake. That woman didn't exist. Not even at the outside world.
The unkempt hair and tattered clothes was the real Callea Lopez. She people outside this mansion sees her as a ghost. She decided to be a ghost day and night. But inside that mansion, she was alive.
In that place, she was really free.