Fake feelings

It had been a while of walking around and conversing, they were now back in his car. The night was approaching as the sun was going down, an overwhelming feeling ofanxiety rushed throughout her body. They had approached the large mansion and walked back inside together. She began to walk up the steps when he held onto her hand.

"And what do you think you're doing?" He asked with a large smirk.

"Going to my room.." She answered stuttering.

He in a swift motion pulled her body to his chest, then lowering his head to her ear.

"Goodnight." Then placing a kiss onto her lips and walking away.

She watched him as he disappeared down the hall.Walking back to her room as she took a seat at the end of her bed looking at the books.She admired the gold spines, the almost velvet-like texture encasing it all.

Then taking a much-needed bath and walking into her bedroom, in usual fashion a shirtless Yuma laid upon the bed.In a slouching manner.

"Yuma-kun...I'm tired." She said looking down.

"Were not going to do anything." He laid back fully.

She sat beside him unsure if he was going to stay.

"Are you sleeping here?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?" He asked smirking.

"Is it bad if I said, yes?" She laid down meeting his brown eyes.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"What you want to do." He said moving the hair from her face.

"Can we just sleep? I'm thoroughly exhausted."

"I guess, though it gets boring 'just sleeping' every time." He whined.

"Deal with it." She smiled slowly moving closer as he wrapped his arms around her torso.

They eventually crept to a dead sleep.

-.-.-.

She woke her eyes to meet Yuma's bare chest, she ran her fingers along it as he slept with a smile upon her face.When a knock came at the door.

"Malia?" a voice called.

"Yes?"

"Ruki-kun says it's time to wake up," Kou spoke turning the doorknob.

Suddenly Yuma was gone and right at the door, he twisted the lock then appearing back at the bed.

"Is someone else in there?" He asked.

Yuma ran a hand along her thigh then placing his hand onto her mouth.

"Whatever-" His steps eventually disappeared

He continued moving his hand further as she sat inaudibly.

"Are you going to be quiet now?" He asked smirking.

She nodded her head in response. He removed his hand from her mouth.

"What was that?" She asked as she blushed.

"You were going to say I was here, let's keep these little night sessions on the down-low." He stood then placing a shirt on.

"Why can't we tell anyone?"

"It's not important. Plus I don't like others knowing my business." He said placing a hand on both sides of the bed meeting her green eyes.

He placed a small yet' passionate kiss onto her lips before disappearing.She sat for a moment, unsure as to why he wanted to keep the times when they were together a secret. It didn't add up.

-.-.-.-.

Once she placed her uniform on she ran down the steps setting the table as usual. Breakfast was over and she continued her usual duties, sweeping, dusting, doing dishes all of the above.

She was washing the dishes when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. She placed her hand over the one on her waist.

"Master? I'm working." She uttered...

"I'm your boss, at least one of them. You'll do as I say."

He then removed his hands picking up a fork from the counter.

"What are you doing?"

He dropped the fork onto the ground as the sound blared.

"Pick it up." He smirked.

She steadily crouched to the floor avoiding her skirt being seen under.Standing and meeting his eyes, he took the fork once more throwing it back onto the floor.

"Pick it up again." He spoke crouching this time.

She steadily attempted to pick it up as his eyes lowered, as her skirt did.Then with the fork in hand throwing it into the sink.

"There, I played your little game." She murmured.

He sat looking up and meeting her olive-green eyes. He stood suddenly towering over her body.

"I call the shots." He whispered walking off.

She finished the dishes and she reminisced if all that had taken place.Though she hated it, she loved when he did such things.

-.-.-.-.

She walked to her room, hanging her apron on the door handle.Knowing she and Yuma were 'dating on trial' it didn't feel like dating. He'd come in go attempt to 'do something' then leave.It felt as he had a motive for the relationship, though the thought made her sick to her stomach. She felt real feelings for him, even if he weren't for the right reason.

Malia walked into her bathroom changing into a large t-shirt and laying in her bed with a book. Though she couldn't concentrate.

"Dammit-" she closed the book abruptly.

Suddenly a large knock came at the door, she hesitantly replied as the door immersed. It was Yuma as soon as he entered the room he removed his shirt then laying beside her.

"I'm not in the mood for this tonight."

"In the mood for what?" He asked.

"You."

His once cocky expression turned into an angered and confused one within seconds.

"What's your deal?" He asked sitting up.

"This feels wrong."

"What feels wrong?" He asked.

"This whole dating facade, all we do is lay in bed together. You harras me for the rest of the day. How is that a relationship?" She asked.

"What did you honestly expect? Cuddle sessions under a fire? Movie nights?"

"That sounds more correct." She spat.

"Well I don't do that bullshit, it lacks purpose."

"And sleeping side by side all the time does?" She asked.

"This is all just pointless I'm tired." He said closing his eyes.

"Wow your entitled, I don't want to this anymore. This feels like shit." She whimpered.

His eyes slowly opened as he sat up meeting her green eyes.

"So this is over?" he asked.

"If we can't be a real couple what is the point?... Plus I'm leaving in a few months. We just don't work."

He exited the room slamming the door, the sudden sound caused her entire body to jump.

-.-.-.

Thanks for reading.

5/9/21

Re-edited- 5/9/21

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