Looking at unmoving Alvin and hearing nothing, Anya was panicked. She can't throw him out if lie there like a dead log. "No, no, no, don't die here. Wake up, wake up..." She didn't even realize how heartless she sounded.
Her hands trembled, reluctant to touch him. She encouraged herself, "You don't want a dead body in your home, Anya." She would be glad one day, Alvin wasn't on his senses to hear her words.
Holding her mobile, she gently slapped his cheeks trying to wake him up. 'Damn, why do self-defense classes don't teach how to wake up fainted?' She thought to herself, shaking Alvin.
"Good lord, wake up." She hissed in panic, annoyance, and haste. Her heart was beating crazily, her hand shaking a little. Her eyes tried to look for a simple clue to prove he was all fine.
Suddenly Alvin clutched her wrist. Anya's heart jumped to her throat. She gasped loudly and dropped her mobile while trying to pull her hand away from his firm grip.
'Gulp.'
Anya saw her mobile dropping into the bathtub.
Alvin drew a painful, deep long breath. The hand in his hand felt cold and soothing against his skin. Half of his mind wanted to let go of the hand. Another of the mind just wanted to be selfish, apathetic, which he was,
Anya saw her mobile. She lowered and dipped her hand into the water to pick it and make the call. Before she could reach the mobile, she stilled like an instantly frozen rock in the frosty winter fields.
Alvin's eyes stayed half closed as he was barely holding up. He felt something even more tempting next to his waist, grazing his bare skin. He craved to rub them against his skin and cool himself.
When he sensed that tempting thing moving, his hand swiftly caught it like a snake catching a sneaky rat, before it escapes.
Anya: "..."
She gave her all to pull her hands away but his grip was so warm and firm that it became an impossible task. He wasn't squeezing her hand to hurt but too strong for his own good. Her wrist turned red while trying to struggle but he didn't budge.
"Alvin Matthews," Anya growled, ready to kick him in the balls.
But Alvin tugged her and she slipped to the floor with her hands in his grip. He opened his eyes, they were red, filled with lust and hunger.
Anya's instincts were telling her to run but she stared at him. He was trembling trying to control himself. Somehow his struggles melted her. She recalled what Krstyle told her. 'Help him to release. Holding that stupid thing and rub, rub, rub.'
She tried to look down at his body. His body was so well-formed and sculpted that she couldn't even remember any celebrities having such a good body. To be clear, she had no time for herself to watch a movie as she keeps herself busy with Zane's needs and wants.
However, she didn't blush in shyness, yet. Numerous times, she passes by the gym of officers. They had a huge bulky body, training hard every time. Her eyes traced down, unawarely counting the packs on the abs. 'Eight!' She exclaimed.
Then something else caught her attention. Krystle always told her about his boyfriends, so Anya knew that was called Apollo's belt. Somehow she felt it sexy and her face flushed at her thought.
'I should avoid Krsytie's nonsense next time.' She reminded herself that she was a mother of a cute little tot. She breathed slow and deep without realizing Alvin's grip was getting loose and tight repeatedly.
'The last help for hiding about Zane,' She tried to take the situation lightly and convinced herself.
When her eyes moved from his waist to the lower abdomen trying to gather her courage. Suddenly she gasped aloud, turning to Alvin when he moved her hand. Then her eyes widened in pure horror. Her cold fingers felt something very hot and smooth in texture. She dare not turn anywhere from his face.
She forgot to breathe and stayed frozen. She wanted to snap at him and say she didn't agree to help yet but her throat felt dry. She swallowed hard hoping to bring words to her lips. Her heart was beating crazily, she was scared. She wanted to pull her right hand away but he was too strong.
"This is the last help." She forced herself to accept. She closed her eyes to calm herself.
If she leaves Alvin to die or sends him to the hospital, Alvin and his whole family will know her. The worst, Alvin will ask her hundreds of questions about her disappearance if he identifies her. If they try to check into Zane's birth, she would lose Zane. She couldn't let that happen.
'For Zane,' She told herself. She composed and gained her confidence.
She didn't want to feel anything but how could she numb her senses? His big hand wrapped her fingers around his girth. It was so big in her hands, it didn't fit her. He moved her hand as Krstyle had told her. Up and down and repeat.
She heard Alvin groan from time to time causing her to open her eyes and look at his handsome tensed face. He was leaning back and closed his eyes. His thin lips were parted slightly. He clenched his teeth sometimes. His chest was rising and falling while he huffed lightly. Sometimes he held his breath.
She felt weird watching so many expressions. She couldn't put a finger on how she felt as it was the first time. Suddenly his face twitched in pain, She thought he hurt himself as she did nothing. "What…"
She paused. She recalled her only experience, she was in a hell of pain. She couldn't understand why people enjoy pain as pleasure. She had cried all night until she ended up in hospital with a high temperature.
Just the recollection of it gave her gooseflesh.
She saw him holding her left-hand wrist without leaving. It made her remember Zane holding her hand every time she took him to the hospital for the shot of the vaccine. And she strongly believed Alvin was in deep pain.
'Weird people.'