Kai's POV
I bit my bottom lip while staring at him, lying on his own bed. His slacks were wet, and I couldn't believe he's too stupid to walk around naked when his immune system is the opposite of his strong personality.
I sighed and was about to take his shoes off when I saw the tattoo on his left chest. I remember the night at the club. He said he got the tattoo because of me, but I don't understand why.
Curious, I found myself nearing him, my finger aimed to touch the ink tainted on his skin.
I swallowed hard as my curiosity intensified. Just one touch. One touch. And then the tip of my forefinger touched his inked skin.
A heat surged from my finger throughout my body, not because of his temperature, but because of the fact that I touched his naked chest.
"Damn!" I whispered and palmed my forehead. "What are you doing, Kai?"
I took a deep breath and decided to do whatever I need to do before leaving him here. After changing his clothes, I put a blanket on him, and took one medicine from my first aid box.
"Zane…" I gently tapped his cheek.
"Hmm…" He groaned. His red lips looked dry, and he was constantly swallowing hard. His brows were also knitted, and he doesn't look comfortable.
"Zane, you have to take medicine."
He slowly opened his eyes, and then he rolled on the bed, grabbing the blanket to cover his body.
"Zane!"
"Medicines are bitter…"
I blinked multiple times. What is he? A kid?
I suddenly felt the urge to hit his head since he's being stubborn, but since he's sick—nevermind.
"You won't get better if you don't take this."
He moved, shaking his head. "Don't want to…"
I gritted my teeth, and groaned in annoyance. I stared at him, covered in sheets. And then slowly, I felt it again. The sudden rush of heat. The sudden drumbeat.
Is he always like this when sick? He's a dominant, arrogant, and rude man when he's normal but when he's drunk or sick, he's becoming a weirdo.
I couldn't force him to take the medicine, so I just left him alone. However, I couldn't help but worry. I'm at fault that he got sick since I left him. So all night, I constantly visited his room to check his condition until I could finally sleep after his fever went down.
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"What's wrong with your eyes?" Ezra, who visited me at the office during lunch, asked.
"Lack of sleep." I languidly answered.
His lips twisted into a frown. "Lack of sleep? Your sleeping habit never fails, Kai. Don't try to fool me."
"I'm not forcing you to believe me."
His eyes widened as he rushed in front of my table—palms pressed against the smooth surface of the wood furniture. "Are you serious? You sleep at exactly eleven o'clock in the evening, Kai. I think even if there's an emergency, you won't ruin your sleeping habit."
I looked at him with a bigger frown. "What do you think of me? An emergency is an emergency. If needed, I would sacrifice my sleep."
His eyes turned into slits. "Then…whose emergency did you attend to last night?"
My lips parted. "Huh? What are you talking about?" I looked away.
"You are always composed, Kai. You never once panic and are always composed. Now, why are you avoiding my eyes?"
I hissed and looked him in the eyes. "Who's avoiding who?"
He surveyed my whole body as if trying to figure out what's wrong with me, but eventually he sighed, giving up.
He glanced at his wristwatch. "I need to go back to work now. We'll talk soon."
I groaned. "There's nothing to talk about—"
The door swung open, and Zane, looking rugged in black shirt, sneakers, and jeans, entered. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were immediately directed at me.
"Did you take care of me last night?"
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ezra's lips formed an O. He looked at me and giggled. "There is something to talk about, Kai."
That's only when Zane noticed Ezra. Zane's forehead creased. "And you are?"
Ezra laughed. "Kai's best friend. Ezra."
Ezra immediately left, and the silence between me and Zane was annoying. Why did he have to barge in and ask that question?
"Did you take care of me last night, Kai?" Zane repeated his question.
I dropped my eyes on my computer—avoiding his intense gaze because I couldn't withstand it.
"Yeah…" I tried so hard to sound bored, but my voice still sounded excited. What the…
"Thank you."
I immediately lifted my face to look at him. "What did you say?"
His brow shot up. "I said thank you. I'll treat you later to dinner for doing me a favor twice."
I sucked a mouthful of air. "No need to treat me."
"I insist. I'll just return the favor." He said and walked towards the door again. He held the door knob before he faced me. "I'll stay at home to rest, but we'll go out tonight. I'll wait for you at six o'clock. And don't be late."
I could no longer think of something to say. I just watched him as he opened the door, but just when I thought he's ready to leave—he halted and pushed the door closed again. He faced me.
"What?" I asked when I saw hesitance in his eyes.
"I remember something." His head tilted before his eyes landed on the side of my neck. He swallowed hard as if he's having a hard time. "Did I…kiss you…somewhere?"
My breathing hitched. Why would he ask that?
"No." I immediately answered, not wanting to prolong the tension between us. "Why would you think that? And why would you kiss me?"
Slowly, he nodded. His jaws were clenched. "Maybe I was just hallucinating."
I hissed. "You fell asleep on my shoulder, and that's all. Nothing like what you think happened. I just brought you back to your room and took care of you. That's all."
He looked at me as his brow shot up, and he sneered. A mischievous grin on his lips. "Relax. I'm just asking. No need to get too worked up."
I frowned. "I'm not."
"As you say…" He shrugged his shoulders and left.
I just palmed my forehead and bit my bottom lip. What the hell was that?