Chapter 150: What’s special about dating you?
"No?" Augustine echoed, his voice laced with disbelief.
His brows arched slightly as he stared up at Charles. "What exactly do you mean by no?" he asked, his tone both curious and wounded.
Charles sighed dramatically. "When I said no, I meant N...O. But if that’s hard to grasp, let me say it in Spanish—¡No!" he snapped with playful defiance.
Augustine froze, stunned into silence.
Just moments ago, Charles had confessed his love—how could he reject him now?
The confusion in Augustine’s eyes mirrored the storm brewing in his chest.
"Umm," Augustine purred, slowly rising from his kneeling position. "Do you mind if I ask why you’re rejecting my proposal even though you love me?" he questioned softly.
Charles scoffed, rising from the chair without offering a reply, blatantly ignoring Augustine’s question.
With hurried steps, Charles stormed toward the stairs, the weight of unspoken emotions heavy on his shoulders.
Augustine followed closely behind, confusion and heartache mirrored in his eyes.
When they reached the bedroom, Charles collapsed onto the bed, lying flat with his arms stretched out beside him.
His gaze locked on the ceiling above, as if searching for answers in its silence, and a deep, hoarse breath escaped his lips—thick with frustration, sorrow, and something he couldn’t yet name.
"Arrh," Charles exhaled, a weary sound laced with frustration as he closed his eyes.
His fingers reached up, finding the frame of his glasses, and with a swift motion, Charles pulled them off.
Still not opening his eyes, he extended his arm toward the bedside table, gently placing his medicated glasses down with a soft clink.
Augustine, now in the bedroom, quietly sat beside Charles on the bed.
He exhaled softly, the sound barely audible, then leaned in and pressed a tender peck on Charles’s lips—gentle, fleeting—before quickly pulling back, unsure but full of affection.
"Augustine!" Charles exclaimed, his eyes flying wide open in surprise as he called his name.
Augustine let out a soft chuckle. "So tell me, Charles Donald," he began, his voice warm and steady. "Why did you reject my proposal? Don’t you want to be my boyfriend?" Augustine asked softly, his voice laced with vulnerability.
Charles scoffed, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "What’s so special about being your boyfriend?" he teased, his tone playful but his eyes betraying how much the question meant to him.
Charles swallowed hard, adjusting his position as he sat upright on the bed.
One hand braced him against the mattress while his intense gaze remained locked on Augustine.
"Why would you ask me to be your boyfriend?" Charles questioned.
Augustine exhaled softly, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Umm, because I want everyone to know that you’re mine," he said, his eyes locking with Charles’s, a flame of desire flickering in them. "And more than that, I want you to know that you are meant for me and only me."
Charles let out a soft scoff, but his heart fluttered at the intensity in Augustine’s words.
He leaned back, his gaze softening as he met Augustine’s eyes. "I’m already your husband, Augustine Wales," Charles replied, his tone teasing yet filled with affection. "So, there’s no way I can be your boyfriend. I’m already yours in every way that matters."
*Blush*
Augustine’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.
"Huh? Was that the reason you rejected my proposal?" he asked, his voice laced with both surprise and intrigue.
Charles smirked, his gaze unwavering as he tilted his brows upward. "Should there be any other reason?" he replied, his voice dripping with playful confidence, making Augustine’s pulse quicken.
Hearing Charles’s reply, Augustine slowly stood from the bed, his hands resting seductively at his waist as his gaze shifted toward the ceiling.
He took a slow, deliberate breath, feeling the heat rising within him, the intensity of Charles’s words igniting a fire deep inside him.
Every inch of Augustine’s body tingled, a delicious warmth spreading through him as he tried to calm the racing beat of his heart, yet the desire in his chest only grew stronger.
As Augustine drew in a deep, slow breath, he moved around the room with deliberate steps, his body exuding a magnetic energy as Charles watched him in silence, his eyes never leaving Augustine’s form.
The tension in the air was thick, and after a few minutes, Augustine wiped his face with his right hand before turning his gaze back to Charles.
"I... I love you so much, Charles," he purred, his voice low and full of longing.
With an almost predatory grace, he climbed onto the bed on all fours, his body drawing closer to Charles.
Augustine gently bumped his forehead against Charles’s, their breaths mingling in the charged silence.
Charles chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving Augustine as he slowly lay back down on the bed, the warmth of his body sinking into the softness of the sheets.
Augustine, with a confident and almost possessive air, moved to cage Charles in with his hands and legs, prompting Charles heart to race faster as a slow burn of desire starting to take over his every thought.
"I feel so good when I confess my love for you," Augustine whispered, leaning his face closer to Charles’s neck. "It feels strange, but at the same time, it gives me warmth." He purred, his hot breath caressing Charles’s skin in a teasing manner. "You are so fucking hot, and now that I know you are officially my boyfriend, I want us to go out on a date." He added.
Before Charles could respond, Augustine leaned in, his lips barely brushing against Charles’s neck as he slowly drew his tongue from his mouth, teasingly licking Charles’s neck like it was a delicacy.
The sensation sent a shiver down Charles’s spine, the heat of Augustine’s tongue against Charles skin made him hold his breath, his body reacting to the intoxicating touch.
He entwined his legs together as he tries to control himself.
Augustine stopped his teasing sensation after a second before speaking up with a smirk attached to his lips.
His voice dropped to a low, seductive whisper, each word dripping with intent. "Now that you’re officially mine, I believe I now have a free pass to make love to you in ways that will leave you craving, making you fall deeper in love with me... over and over again."