Chapter 104: I’m craving a dry hump from you.
After sending the text message, Charles intensely glares at his phone screen, hoping to at least get a reply or perhaps a laughing emoji.
To his dismay, he was left on read.
Charles frowned, gripping his phone tighter as he stared at the screen, willing it to light up with a response.
His heart pounded slightly—had he said too much? Was Augustine too busy to reply, or... was he simply ignoring him?
’No... he wouldn’t do that,’ Charles reassured himself, but the nagging doubt refused to fade.
Different questions stir within Charles as he patiently waits for a reply but after five minutes of waiting, Charles decides to head over to a grocery store.
With a sigh, he locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping into his chest.
Charles purchased everything he needed for the night at the grocery store before stepping onto the sidewalk and hailing a cab back to Augustine’s mansion.
Upon arrival, he paid the driver, stepped inside, and made his way straight to the kitchen, eager to prepare a warm, comforting meal.
As he rolled up his sleeves, a thought crossed his mind, bringing a small smile to his lips.
’It’s been a while since I last listened to music while cooking,’ Charles mused, nodding to himself as he reached for his phone, already envisioning the perfect playlist to set the mood.
He unzipped his backpack and pulled out a pair of headphones, quickly connecting them to his phone.
As soon as the pairing was successful, he tapped on his playlist and selected Dynasty by MIIA.
The soft, haunting melody filled Charles ears, wrapping around him like a gentle embrace.
He turned up the volume, allowing the music to drown out the silence of the mansion.
With a small sigh, Charles moved to the stove, igniting the gas burner before measuring a few cups of rice and pouring them into the rice cooker.
The rhythmic hum of the song blended with the quiet bubbling of water, creating a strangely soothing atmosphere.
As the rice simmered, Charles grabbed a pan and set it on the gas stove.
He cracked two eggs into a bowl, whisking them smoothly with a spoon before pouring the mixture into the heated pan.
With careful movements, he scrambled the eggs to perfection, their fluffy texture glistening under the kitchen lights.
Once the rice was fully cooked, Charles scooped a generous portion onto a plate, gently layering the scrambled eggs on top.
Satisfied with his meal, he placed the plate on the kitchen island, exhaling softly as he admired his simple yet comforting dinner.
’Time to clean,’ Charles purred with a bright smile attached to his lips.
He began to sing along the melody playing through his headphones, his voice blending softly with the music as he did the dishes.
But then, out of nowhere, a pair of cold hands wrapped around his waist.
Charles froze.
A sharp breath hitched in his throat, and his heart pounded against his ribs.
The warmth of another body pressed against Charles back.
Charles instantly recalled Augustine’s long-haired friend—the one who had barged into their bedroom weeks ago, unannounced.
Exhaling
Charles grip tightened around the frying pan handle, his knuckles turning white.
"I swear, if you don’t take your hands off me this second, I’m going to murder you," he growled through clenched teeth, his voice low and dangerous.
Instead of letting go, the grip around Charles’s waist only tightened, sending a spark of fury through him.
His patience snapped.
With a swift, forceful motion, Charles spun around, swinging the frying pan with all his might.
The pan made solid contact with the intruder’s body, the impact echoing through the kitchen.
"You pervert!" Charles yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Ouch! Charles," Augustine winced, taking a step back as he bent slightly, his gaze dropping to the floor while he massaged his aching shoulder where Charles had struck him.
Gaps!
Charles’s eyes widened in horror as he took off the headphones from his ear because he have realised who he had just hit. "Augustine?" Charles gasped, his heart plummeting.
Augustine groaned, still rubbing his shoulder. "Damn, Charles... do you have to greet your boyfriend with a frying pan?" His voice held a mix of pain and amusement.
Charles quickly set the pan aside, flustered. "I—I thought you were an intruder!" He reached out hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
Augustine let out a breathy chuckle, straightening up. "I’ll be better if you kissed me," he teased, flashing a lopsided grin despite the lingering pain.
Charles sneered as he quickly closed the distance between them. "Au... Augustine. I wasn’t expecting to see you," Charles stuttered. "I... I was so worried about you just a while ago," he added, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers gently cupped Augustine’s cheek.
He tilted Augustine’s face upward, his fingers tracing over his cheekbones as he took a closer look. "You look so skinny," Charles murmured, gently shifting Augustine’s head from side to side, his eyes filled with concern.
Augustine chuckled as his eyes shimmered in excitement.
Earlier, he had stepped into the sitting room, spreading his arms wide as he called out Charles’s name, but instead of a response, all he heard was Charles singing and the faint clatter of dishes—Charles was too absorbed in his task to notice his presence.
Undeterred, Augustine moved closer, once again stretching his arms wide and calling Charles’s name.
Yet, just like before, he was met with silence.
Exhaling...
Augustine let out a heavy sigh before slipping his arms around Charles’s waist, unaware that his gesture would earn him a blow from Charles frying pan.
"Pookie, were you expecting someone else? It’s strange that you didn’t even check who was hugging you before attacking," he murmured, rubbing his sore shoulder.
Charles scoffed. "Your weird friend has hugged me like that before, so I naturally assumed it was him," he said with a smile.
Augustine arched a brow, smirking. "So, you mistook me for someone else? Should I be jealous?"
Charles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh, please. You have a weird friend who’s done this before, so I naturally assumed it was him." He let out a small smile before tilting his head. "But seriously, why are you back all of a sudden?"
Augustine smirked, taking a deep breath before admitting, "I... I missed you so much that it was driving me insane. Also, I... I was also craving a dry hump from you."