LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 102: Bashful Little Rabbit III
Tyrell set the cup down on the table and stepped closer to her, his expression shifting to something more mischievous. "You’re acting awfully nervous."
"I’m not nervous". She said quickly, though her voice betrayed her.
"Really?". He took another step forward, and instinctively, Leila stepped back. "Then why are you backing away?"
"I’m not". She insisted, taking another step back and Tyrell grinned, a step she took backwards, he took double forward just like hunting a prey.
And soon, her back hit the door with a soft thud. Tyrell smirked, leaning forward and planting a hand on the door beside her head in a classic kabedon pose and she could only hold her breath, why was he getting so close all of a sudden.
Tyrell, seemingly oblivious to her condition leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "You think I was great in the scene today?"
Leila blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "What?"
"You said I was great earlier". He repeated, his grin widening as she struggled to meet his gaze. "Did you mean it?"
"Yes! I mean, you were... good. Very good," She stammered, her words tumbling over each other. "You always are."
"Always, huh?" His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his eyes. "That’s high praise coming from you."
"I’m just being honest". She stammered but his gaze never left her and it made her feel extremely hit and nervous.
"I-I should go" Leila said suddenly, trying to duck under his arm, staying with him in this intimate position was going to drive her crazy if not him.
But Tyrell moved just enough to block her escape, his grin turning into a smirk and she looked up at him, confused.
Great, huh?". He murmured, his tone laced with playful skepticism. "Funny. To me, the scene wasn’t that great."
Her brows furrowed in confusion as she asked, looking up at him. "What? Why not?"
Tyrell’s free hand reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering just enough to send shivers down her spine.
"Because, darling," . He said, his voice dropping into a husky whisper that arouse shivers through her whole body. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you."
Her eyes widened at his words and she tried to step sideways, but he was faster. Again.
His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies almost touched and when she tried to resist, he held her even more tighter and she has no choice to comply.
"Tyrell . ." She began, her voice trembling. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about."
He leaned even closer, his lips just a breath away from her ear. "Do you know why, because I couldn’t stop envisioning your face". He said simply. "Your face kept flashing in my mind. It distracted me so much I almost did something improper while filming, God it nearly drove me mad."
Her heart raced at his words as she fumbled for the right words and she tried to push gently against his chest. "You’re joking... right?"
Tyrell tilted his head, studying her with that same teasing glint in his eyes that always made her weak to the knees. "Does it look like I’m joking?" .
He didn’t wait to hear her reply as his eyes burned into hers, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "Don’t you think you should make it up to me for all that torment?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.
And before she could find her voice, he closed the gap, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that was as bold as it was unexpected.
Her hands trembled and the tray and teapot she had been holding slipped from her hands, the crash of shattering porcelain jolting her back to reality. She then immediately pulled away, her face flushed, her breathing erratic.
She immediately pushed him away, breathless and stunned at what had just transpired between them.
Her gaze darted everywhere around the room but him and Tyrell stepped back slightly, watching her with an almost triumphant smirk then he licked his lips with deliberate slowness, his mischievous grin widening and his gaze never leaving hers.
But despite herself, she found the sight painfully beautiful, and that made her frustration burn hotter.
Her eyes widened in shock, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Embarrassment, disbelief, and, much to her dismay, a flicker of admiration for how effortlessly alluring he looked.
Biting back her emotions, she dropped to her knees, hastily gathering the shards of the broken teapot.
"I... I should clean this up," She mumbled, dropping to her knees to gather the shards of the broken teapot, anything to be away from his sight, from looking at him or from even keeping him away from his thoughts.
Her hands trembled as she worked, her mind racing to make sense of what had just happened between them, what she was afraid of the most had already happened and now she was lost and confused, her thoughts were all over yhe place.
"Hey, careful!". Tyrell’s voice was suddenly filled with concern as he crouched beside her, his playful demeanor was now nowhere to be found.
But it was too late. A sharp pain shot through her hand as one of the shards cut her palm. She hissed softly, pulling her hand back to inspect the wound.
Tyrell grabbed her wrist before she could react, his brows furrowing in concern as he inspected the wounded area. "You’re bleeding."
"It’s fine,". She said quickly, trying to pull away from his touch that also made everything seems worse. "It’s just a scratch, it would . ."
Her words died in her throat as he brought her bleeding hand to his lips, his tongue gently brushing against the wound, the touch warm and startling as he licked away the blood.
The sensation was startling, intimate, and utterly disarming and she immediately pulled her hands away from his lips.
"Tyrell!". She gasped, yanking her hand away, utterly flustered.
The pieces of glass fell from her hands, forgotten, as she scrambled to her feets immediately.
"What are you doing?". She whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the puddle of chaos in her mind.
"Stopping the bleeding of course". He replied as a matter -of- factly, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise.
Leila’s cheeks burned, and she dropped the remaining shards in her hand, pulling away from him entirely. "You’re unbelievable". She muttered, scrambling to her feet.
Tyrell stood as well, his expression shifting back to its mischievous default. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."
Ignoring him, she turned and bolted for the door, her heart pounding as if it might leap out of her chest, right at this very moment she just wanted to be alone, far away from him or anyone, she just needed to keep herself in check but contrary to her thought, the moment she opened it the door, she collided with a solid figure.
"Whoa, are you alright, young lady?". Tyrell’s manager, a young man in his mid thirties asked, steadying her from loosing her balance and tripping.
He looked past her and into the room, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to pick up the bits and pieces of what had happened as he peered in.
"What’s going on in here? I thought I keep the door closed. We can’t have just anyone wandering in." He said rather to himself as he gazed around the room, eyes searching for the person he was worried about the most,he didn’t like his privacy being invaded and gosh he must be so mad.
Upon sensing his nervousness, Leila opened her mouth to explain, but Tyrell’s laughter cut through the tension.
"It’s not a problem". Tyrell said smoothly, standing up from his crouched position and leaning casually against the wall. "In fact, I think it made my day a little more interesting."
The manager blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting such a response from him and he even had to ask again for confirmation. "Tyrell, are you sure . .?"
"Absolutely". Tyrell interrupted, his gaze shifting back to her. "Let her come by anytime. I don’t mind or do you?.". He added, directing the hot potato at her and his manager gaze immediately flitted to her. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
She didn’t wait to hear more. With a muttered apology, she slipped past the manager and hurried down the hall, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
As she turned the corner, she could still hear his laughter echoing behind her, a sound that was equal parts infuriating and oddly captivating and she could only curse herself for even going to him on the first place.
As she turned the corner, she could still hear his laughter echoing behind her, a sound that was equal parts infuriating and oddly captivating and she could only curse herself for even going to him on the first place.
