To Be Yours Again-Chapter 241 Stay calm

*DANICA*

I was trying to stay calm but recalling his coffee stained shirt and how much pain he was in right now was making me see red.

"Miss, I would appreciate it if you don’t ever come into this restaurant anymore.”

The red lips lady gasped.

"Seriously?"

"You don’t come in here and spill hot coffee on my employees, it’s not acceptable. Get out!"

She looked around, quite embarrassed as the people laughed at her.

She glared at me, picked up her purse and walked away.

"Markus, go check up on him"

He nodded and walked off.

I sighed deeply.

I don’t understand this anymore.

I don’t understand me anymore.

This revenge keeps going wrong.

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*LORENZO*

When I got to the living room, I carefully took off my shirt.

I gasped as I sat on the couch, hoping the pain would subside soon.

Markus walked in.

"How are you doing, man?" He asked.

"Well...I can’t say okay but I’ll be fine...How angry is Danica?"

"Well, she appeared very mad"

I sighed. “I guess this might make her kick me out of her house"

"Oh no...not at you, she looked mad at the lady, she even warned her not to ever come to this restaurant again, she was like...’You can’t come in here and spill coffee on my employee."

My heart gladdened. “Really?"

"Yeah"

I felt happy that she took my side for the first time in a while.

Hearing footsteps, I looked up to see her.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Em...it’s nothing.” I replied, trying to seem like a tough guy.

Deep down, my subconsciousness was dancing about.

Was she concerned about me?

"Liar. Danica, He’s just trying to act all manly.” Markus chided.

I squatted his arm.

"Markus, you can go back and help Cora out. I will quickly treat the burn.”

Okay.”

When Markus left, I sat up and watched as Danica brought in the first aid box and a jug of water.

She cooled the burn until the pain eased.

And then she applied ointment on it.

As she carefully rubbed the ointment on my chest.

My heartbeat spiralled out of control and I felt hot all over.

"Make sure the blisters doesn’t open up, if they don’t, before tomorrow, it would be less painful because they would be dried up and before you know it, they would peel off.” She explained after giving me a pain reliever pill.

"Thank you, Danica."I said, smiling feeling really grateful.

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*DANICA*

He looked so handsome right now.

Swallowing discreetly, I stood up.

"You can take the rest of the day off.” I told him.

His smiled widened.

I wish he would stop smiling like a fool.

As I exited the living room, I kept on thinking of how to make things return to normal, to the plans I had laid out for him, to torment and punish him more.

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For the rest of the day, I kept checking up on him to make sure he didn’t open up the blisters, to make sure he was okay.

I shouldn’t be doing that but I couldn’t help it.

Oh God!

I needed someone to teach me how to go about this revenge.

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The next day, his chest looked better than the previous day.

And he was still giving me those creepy, handsome, heart melting smiles.

Not that it was melting my heart or anything.

*******

I ran the bathtub and soaked myself in it, wishing these disturbing thoughts can be soaked away too.

A knock sounded on my door.

"Come in.” I said, thinking it might be Lucy.

But Lorenzo walked in.

I gasped, ducking more of my body underneath the lather.

"What the hell?!"

"Sorry, em...you told me to take Lucy to the Park but she can’t find her shoe laces, so I wanted to ask you about it.”

"And you didn’t think of knocking on my bedroom door first before coming in directly and knocking on this door?"

"Well, I heard you telling Lucy that you were gonna have your bath, that was why I knocked directly on the...."

"Oh shut it, I will get it for her when I’m done here. Now leave..."

He could have at least said his name when I told him to "come in"

But right now, he didn’t make an attempt to move.

He looked transfixed to the floor.

"Andro."

"Can I help you with anything?"He asked.

I frowned."I need some privacy right now, and I don’t think there’s anything you can help me with."

"I could wash your back.” He offered.

It was at the tip of my tongue to tell him to "get out"

But he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and I found myself nodding.

I watched as he sat in a low stool and picked up a sponge.

After rubbing some soap on it, he looked directly at me and placed the sponge between my shoulder blades.

I hugged my knees tightly to my chest as the cloth moved over my back and shoulders and neck.

I swallowed a gasp as it dipped under the water to the lower part of my neck.

His actions were so painfully intimate that the words asking him to stop teetered on the edge of my tongue.

Yet, there they remained.

"I’m attracted to you. I can’t help it. Lean back.”

The rasp in his voice made my skin prickle.

It took a long while to dredge up the courage to do as he had said but my sex-starved body gave in and I unlocked my arms from around my knees.

I slowly leaned back against the tub.

His hand came in view and I couldn’t help staring at it.

It was quintessentially male, broad, with tendons that ran down the back of the hand.

His fingers were long and elegant, his fingernails clean and trimmed short.

My eyes trailed up his arm which was bare because he was wearing a singlet.

With his other hand, Lorenzo reached into the water and began to run the sponge down my arm.

Up again, then down the back of my arm.

He then began to wash my hand.

I had never known how sensitive the flesh on my palm was, nor the skin between my fingers.

As he stroked the sponge in ever decreasing circles on my palm, I felt an odd tightening in the pit of my stomach.

And when he rubbed the sponge between my fingers, it was as if sensations were streaking up my arm to my brain.

By the time he had finish with my other hand, I was breathless and trying desperately not to squirm in the cooling bathwater.

Then the sponge touched my chest and my eyes locked with his.

He paused as if waiting for me to stop him.

I should stop him, I needed to stop him.

I couldn’t do this with Lorenzo.

Not again.

But I just love the sweet sensation running through me.

I had so much missed being with a man and it was as if I had forgotten how it feels and now, it was so good, too good.

I just sat there, I could barely breathe as his hand began to stroke over my skin.

Slowly, he moved over the smooth globe of my left breast.

My nipple tightened.

Lorenzo moved to my other breast, covering it with the bath sponge.

I watched the wet sponge mould to me, outlining the tight bud of my nipple.

Slowly, he circled his thumb around it and I felt my sex clench.

When he caught the peak between his thumb and forefinger and rolled, I gasped.