“WHERE’S ISLA?” It was Becca’s words the moment she saw Apollo.
Apollo grimaced and arched his brow as he got her luggage.
“Why didn’t you bring—”
“Can’t you just get in the car and stop finding the person that is not here?”
Becca arched her brow. “That’s why I’m looking for her because she’s not here,” she replied and rolled her eyes.
Apollo sighed. “Can’t you just stop talking and walk silently?”
Becca scoffed and looked at him. “God gave me this…” she pointed her mouth, “—to have the freedom to speak,” she added.
Apollo pressed his lips and didn’t utter a word again until they stepped inside his car.
“Geez, I hate white cars,” Becca asserted as she put on her seatbelt.
Apollo couldn’t help but react. “You’re free to take the yellow cars,” he replied and started the engine.
“I’m tired. Just drive. I want to go home—”
“Sure—”
“I mean to your house, honey,” Becca said.
Apollo was stunned for a moment, and when he met Becca’s eyes, he didn’t know what to feel. It’s the first time that she has called him like that.
“Surprised?” Becca teased and let out a sly smirk.
Apollo sighed and was about to turn the steering wheel when Becca touched the bulk in his between, making him curse out loud and step on the break. “What the fuck?!” he yelled and looked at Becca,
Becca bit her lower lip and smiled. “Ops. Sorry, I thought it was nothing,” she replied in a mocking tone.
Apollo scoffed, then suddenly, an idea came across his mind. “If you want to touch it, just tell me, and I will take it off—”
“Sure, take it off then—”
“Don’t provoke me to do such a thing, Rebecca,” Apollo warned.
Becca burst into laughter. “Come on, I know you want it to—” she didn’t finish her words when she felt a warmth pressing on her lips.
Apollo unbuckled his seatbelt while kissing Becca.
Becca was surprised, but their lips started to move after a few moments. Apollo nibbled her lower lip. His hand cupped her right cheek to deepen the kiss. At the same time, his other hand went into her waist and gripped it a little tight.
Becca let out a soft moan when Apollo’s hand started to go upward and rest his palm above her left breast. Even if she wore a cloth, she could still feel the warmth of Apollo’s hands.
Apollo formed smirked and let go to gasp some air. Afterward, he buckled his seatbelt and sped away.
Becca bit her lower lip as she looked past through the window. 'Damn, self, why didn’t you control it?' she thought.
After that abrupt hot thing, silence filled the car. No one dared to talk until they arrived at the Peterson mansion.
The moment Becca hopped off the car, she saw Isla’s approaching her side.
Becca smiled widely when she saw how happy Isla was. And when her eyes darted into her big baby bump, she couldn’t help but shed tears. When her eyes met Apollo’s, she wiped her tears away.
“Rebecca!” Isla exclaimed and hugged her tight.
Becca couldn’t help but smile while seeing Isla and Zero hold hands, walking towards the kitchen. The two were laughing, and Becca could see gentleness in Zero actions.
Suddenly, she gasped when someone touched her from behind. And when she turned, she saw Apollo equaled her pace.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asked but lowered the tone of her voice.
Apollo smirked but never bothered to shoot a glance at her. “We’re even,” he uttered and walked ahead of her, making Becca’s blood boils.
Slowly, a sly smirk formed on her lips.
They don’t talk too much while eating, and afterward, they go to their rooms. Isla and Zero were already legal to the family, so they shared a room. And for Becca, stayed in the guest room on the left wing of the Peterson’s house. Of all the guest rooms, she chooses the space that is near Apollo’s.
Huh, that jerk will see how I should punish him, she thought while she was fixing her luggage.
Supposed to be, she’s lying on the bed to take a nap, but she can’t help but remember the scene inside the car earlier. It seems like she wanted Apollo’s touch and kiss again.
She’d be lying if she didn’t feel lust earlier. Damn, she could feel that she was wet down there.
She put her undergarments inside the drawer and closed her luggage. Afterward, she went inside the bathroom to take a warm bath.
She badly needed to take a shower since she couldn’t sleep without letting the water drip into her body. And when she’s done, she wears gray pajamas and a white sleeveless. She smirked when she looked at her chest. She didn’t wear her bra.
She glanced at the digital clock on the table, and it was already ten in the evening. Guess people right now are already resting—especially those love birds on the right wing of the mansion.
Since she couldn’t still sleep, she decided to get out of her room and went down to drink some water. However, on her way to the kitchen, she saw Apollo. The man is just wearing white sand and a short, and it’s her first time seeing Apollo's ears like that.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
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