- Who Is Your Cat?
Down the deserted street, two ice creams lay abandoned under an umbrella, rapidly melting and looking forlorn.
Sibyl, intoxicated and overwhelmed by everything around her, kissed Keshton back. His arms were wrapped tightly around her slender waist, their bodies pressed together, as their tongues entwined in a passionate dance. With each passing second, the heat between them grew, Keshton’s kisses becoming wilder and more dominant, leaving Sibyl breathless.
Suddenly, something stirred within Sibyl. “Wait… wait… wait…” she gasped, breaking the kiss. Reluctantly, Keshton pulled his lips away but kept his grip on her waist.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, noticing her hand covering her mouth as she answered in a muffled voice.
“I feel si-”
“What?”
“I feel sick…” Sibyl couldn’t hold it in any longer and immediately vomited. As was to be expected, she had skipped lunch then consumed a lot of strong alcohol, so she only vomited the alcohol. Her head spun, but once her stomach was empty the intoxication began to wear off and her mind became a bit clearer.
She wiped her mouth with her hand feeling a bit better, but when she looked up, the color drained from her face.
“Goddess!” she almost screamed, putting her hand over her mouth when she realized she had vomited all over Keshton’s chest. His white shirt was stained a deep red, and the sight and smell were as unpleasant as it looked. “I… I am really sorry. I didn’t do it intentionally,” Sibyl panicked, her entire face turning red with embarrassment at the Alpha’s expressionless face. The effect of the alcohol had completely worn off. Desperate to fix the humiliating situation, she thought of a solution. “Would you like to come to my apartment for a shower?”
She offered as soon as the idea popped into her head, but when her eyes met Keshton’s and she saw him raise an eyebrow, she realized how suggestive her offer sounded.
“Why do I keep bringing secondhand embarrassment down upon myself?!” she screamed inwardly. Then she opened her mouth to rectify her mistake. “No, actually not in my-”
“Alright, let’s go then,” Keshton interrupted, immediately turning to enter the building like a king entering his castle.
Sibyl blinked in surprise at how quickly he accepted the offer, not even giving her a chance to refuse. Keshton was actually going to be in her apartment!
“Wait!” she called, running after him but he did not stop. She intended to stop him and send him back to his pack, yet when she reached her apartment she found Keshton already standing in front of her door with both of his hands shoved in his pockets waiting for her to open it.
Staring at him in surprise for a couple of seconds, she asked, “How do you know this is my apartment?”
Then she realized the better question for her to ask would have been how he knew where she actually lived. He had been waiting in front of her building when they ran into each other.
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Keshton shrugged his shoulders, “Do you really want to know?”
Sibyl immediately shook her head. “You know what, actually, don’t tell me,” she said, turning to open the door. She figured knowing his methods of finding her would probably just reveal another perverted or creepy act that she didn’t need to be privy to.
ང ནང ས ་ མ ་ ག ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ ་ ༩༡ དང ་ ག ག
Once inside the apartment, Sibyl began picking her clothes up from the floor and bed at lightning speed, then quickly dumping them into a laundry basket. Keshton stood in the middle of the room, scanning the small studio apartment with a glance. Despite its size, with a small kitchen in the corner and a tiny window that let in fresh air, the room was well–organized.
Sibyl felt a bit on edge with Keshton in her home for some reason. It was the first time he had been in her apartment, and it had only happened because she vomited on him. Clearing her throat to attract the Alpha’s attention, she said, “The bathroom is over there. So you can shower,” gesturing to the left side of the room. Keshton took off his shirt, bending down slightly to avoid hitting his head on the frame of the door as he entered the small bathroom, which had no washing machine or dryer.
Sibyl took a deep breath when she heard the sound of the water being turned on in the shower, then quickly dried herself off and put on clean clothes, wondering why he hadn’t closed the bathroom door. She couldn’t help glancing back and forth in that direction while tidying her room with quick hands. Was that normal?
“Would you like to have a coffee?” She asked, going through the kitchen cabinets.
“Hmm…” Keshton replied.
Sibyl started looking for coffee but she had run out of the stash she kept in the apartment. “I should have gone shopping when I had the chance,” she lamented then quickly called for a take out at her address. However, she noticed that Keshton had been answering her questions in a strange way. “Why did you come looking for me?” she inquired, bending down to look for something in the drawer and waiting for Keshton’s reply that never came. As she stood up after grabbing what she needed, her back hit something wet and hard, and she felt a hot breath fanning against her ear.
“I came to check why my cat is avoiding my calls and, when she does answer, she’s oddly silent,” Keshton murmured.
Sibyl’s ears turned red as she immediately turned to face him. “Who is your cat…?” she began to growl but paused when she saw Keshton standing there dripping wet right behind her without a stitch of clothing on.
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