From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 597: Playing With Fire

Micah slept like a baby until noon, limbs warm and lax, breathing slow and even, tucked snugly against Clyde’s chest. The room was lightly dimmed, not because of a thick curtain but because of the cloudy weather. The steady patter of rain against the windows echoed in the bedroom. The smell of rain-soaked earth drifted in through the cracked balcony door, masking Clyde’s sandalwood scent. Micah had his cheek pressed against Clyde’s collarbone, one arm draped lazily over his waist, fingers curled as if afraid the man might disappear the moment he let go.

When he had crawled into the bed the night before, he had hesitated for a long moment at the door. The guest room had been prepared. The sheets were clean. The distance was respectable, reasonable and safe.

But after countless lifetimes of separation, after dying alone, walking alone, yearning alone, Micah simply couldn’t bring himself to sleep apart from the man.

In the beginning, he had been very proper, lying stiffly on his back, shoulders squared, hand folded over the blanket like a sensible young master he was supposed to be. He had wrapped the quilt around himself so tightly he might as well have been a dumpling sealed for steaming, eyes squeezed shut, heart beating far too loudly in his ears.

He told himself it was enough just to be here. He shouldn’t be greedy and overstep, scaring Clyde with his boldness and forwardness. Micah was worried the man would deny his access to even sleeping next to him if he did that.

But sometime in the middle of the night, he had felt warmth press closer. And an arm slid around his waist, strong and unyielding, tugging him backward until his spine fit perfectly against Clyde’s chest. A hand settled at his stomach, fingers splayed, holding him tightly.

Micah had frozen for exactly half a breath. Then he relaxed. He hadn’t resisted at all. He melted into it shamelessly, nestling closer, nose brushing against Clyde’s shirt, inhaling deeply like someone starved for air. The familiar scent wrapped around him, soothing his turbulent heart.

He slept without any nightmares. When he finally woke up, it was past lunchtime.

The rain had picked up outside, tapping insistently against the glass.

Good thing it was Saturday, no class for him or work for Clyde, allowing them to sleep without worry, bad thing it was the day the auction was being held too.

The event had been organised by the Gu family and the Wilson family as Gu Feifei had followed Aidan Wilson’s instruction and sent an invitation to him too. Not that Micah would have a use for it. He was planning to go as Clyde’s plus one, yes, as Asena. This was such a good cover that Micah was reluctant to pass it up.

The one behind the auction, of course, was the Francis family, but they were too prestigious to stoop so low to organise it while many were ready to do it for them instead, wanting to curry favour. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Micah had always disliked the Francis family. They were like a leech, sticking to everything Micah set his sights on. They backed the Lobart family. Not to mention, Silas Durant and Aidan Wilson were connected with them. Tsk. Such a hard obstacle to tackle.

In his past lives, Micah could never get rid of them, not even once. He sighed dejectedly as he shifted slightly. His thigh brushed against Clyde’s leg, only to feel the arm around him tighten reflexively, pulling him backward before he could even move one bit.

A low, husky voice murmured above his head, still thick with sleep. "Not awake yet and already displeased?"

Micah scowled faintly and pinched Clyde’s arm in response. "Someone got very handsy last night and still has the nerve to reproach me?"

Clyde chuckled softly, the vibration travelling straight through Micah’s spine. "How could it be? I was merely doing my duty, serving the young master, being a bed warmer and all."

Micah huffed. "What serving?" He lifted his head and glared at him. His hair was a mess, lashes clumped together, lips slightly dry. "You talk like you were on your hands and knees catering for my needs."

Clyde’s hand slid along Micah’s side, fingers idly tracing the curve of his waist beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "Well, you were so shy last time I didn’t even dare to entertain improper thoughts."

"When was I shy?" Micah protested immediately, bristling.

"When we were at the villa in Southern town..." Clyde said meaningfully.

Micah stiffened, recalling his shameful history and blushed. Yeah. It was that time that Clyde had caught him, teasing him, even offering to help solve it!

This big bad wolf! Playing innocent and oblivious while teasing him...

Micah gritted his teeth. "Oh, sure. I am eagerly waiting to see the day you actually do something!"

Clyde’s fingers paused.

Micah wasn’t finished. "What’s the use of talking big though? You always gloss over it." he clicked his tongue. "Honestly, I’m starting to think maybe you have a problem in that department. I bet the bamboo would bloom before the day you actually advance toward me!" he grumbled as he noticed the lack of Clyde’s reaction from down there.

Who could be this unreactive, like a piece of wood while hugging their lover? Hmph! He really thought he could tease him. Well, he could also bite. Big news! This was a two-way street!

Clyde’s eyes darkened. It wasn’t that he lacked vitality. He was a man in his prime for crying out loud, not an old man. He had restrained himself for so long that patience had become second nature. Lifetimes of watching Micah, and not being able to touch, had honed his control into something almost frightening. It was a fact that he could endure much more than Micah.

Clyde still thought Micah was too young and too immature. He was just nineteen years old. He was satisfied with a kiss and a hug. He had not experienced even these simple things in his past lives. Of course, he would cherish it. But Micah’s blunt jab toward his manhood left a bitter taste in his mouth. If he were a bit impulsive, he would have shown this young man his vitality and stamina in full force.

Micah grinned smugly, pleased with himself. Triumphantly, he thought to himself, Get this. He could make even Clyde shut up.

What he didn’t see was how the man’s face had turned gloomy, eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

Such a close call.... One step further and he would have been eaten alive, so clean that even his bones wouldn’t have been spared. Having suppressed his desire, Clyde was just like a ticking bomb, near to explode.

Clyde inhaled and exhaled several times before getting up. As he walked toward the bathroom he decided not to engage in this young man’s dangerous play.

Micah blinked, then he propped himself up on his elbows, watching Clyde’s back with unabashed interest. His shirt clung to his shoulders, outlining muscles with every step.

Nice!

Micah flopped back onto the mattress, grinning to himself. He stretched languidly, arms overhead, sheets sliding down his waist. His mind wandered shamelessly, already planning their first time. He should trap the man without any escape route, cornering him to fulfil his boyfriend’s duty wholeheartedly. The grin on his face turned wicked.

But before that, he should put his ducks in a row, eliminating the root of trouble.

He sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Should I bring Darcy too?" Micah mumbled under his breath.

He was going as Asena unfortunately. Meeting him would be risky. But he was sure Darcy would not miss this chance to get back at them. He rolled onto his side and rubbed his forehead, conflicted.

He now realised all those past changes in Darcy’s behaviour, his guarded look, his sudden sharpness and jabbing were because he remembered the first life. Of course, he would be holding resentment toward all of them.

Micah was glad as well as heartbroken that Darcy had forgiven him easily. He didn’t deserve it. Not after what had made the poor boy go through.

Micah’s expression fell. If one day Darcy also regained all his memories... the resentment, the pain, the betrayal... would he kill him then?

Huh... Micah exhaled loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. He would worry about it when the time comes.

He couldn’t go down that depressed route right now. When everything was settled, he would apologise to Darcy, offering everything he had, even kowtowing to him, seeking forgiveness from the bottom of his heart.

Micah stared at the closed door for a while, depressed.

The sound of running water lulled his aching chest. Then he smiled mischievously. He pushed the blanket away and stood up. He walked toward the bathroom door and turned the handle slowly.

It was unlocked.

If he barged in there, claiming his bladder was too full to wait, what would Clyde’s reaction be?

Could he see that well-sculpted body again? This time he would truly enjoy it instead of being a fool and escaping like a cooked shrimp.

Yeah. He wasn’t the same ignorant young man as before. Maybe he would still wait to have the full course, but there was nothing wrong with savouring the appetiser first. Right?