Sweet CEO’s First Love - Chapter 54

He cleared his throat, feeling pretty useless.

“Do you want some help?” He asked.

“Are you gonna burn down my kitchen?” Asked Saint.

“I just got back here. You know it would be bad if we burned the place down after only being here for an hour or two. I am okay with making fire between us, but maybe not that kind, okay.” He chuckled softly.

Heart smiled. “I am actually great in the kitchen,”

“How long have you been in this place again?” Heart asked, looking around and noticing the pristine condition.

“A few weeks maybe. Basically, when we found out Ngeun was back. I moved so he wouldn’t know my address.”

“Why? Something the matter?”

“Mhhm,” Heart nodded.

“Oh, I just mean, like you just moved, it’s weird enough, you are devoid of boxes anywhere in the house, But like you are never home so I didn’t even I didn’t think about food… Shouldn’t we have to go shopping, won’t you need, like stuff? Since you are never here I just imagine your fridge has like maybe these veggies in them and some water?” Heart pointed out.

Saint just scoffed and opened the fridge. It was full of everything that could be needed and would be needed by a hungry person.

“My grandfather wouldn’t have sent me here if it wasn’t already ready ever and he has Kit prepare this place in advance before I ever arrive especially when I haven’t been home in days. For example, Kit stopped here earlier today before we went to see Nguen, as he knows I don’t like anyone who works for the family to know where my hideouts are he doesn’t even hire someone else to bring stuff for me.”

He smiled brightly. “As for packing when I move the only thing I will ever need to unpack myself is my one special suitcase. Everything else is already done ahead of time before I show up, that way people never know who the tenant is going to be. Kit brings everything I would need, even all my clothes, and unpacks everything except that one bag. I don’t like anyone touching that normally. So it’s up to me”

“Oh, what is in the suitcase?” Heart asked, leaning forward, sitting on the edge of the seat as his body hummed with curiosity.

“Pretty much anything you have ever touched me in,” Saint said, stopping cutting and looked at him hungrily again, his face perfectly serious and really still.

Heart gulped, shivering.

He smiled evilly. “Or it might be a bunch of BDSM toys… I wouldn’t put it past you. You are the king of terror after all.”

“Do you want to help me unpack everything that I find special in order to find out? Has your curiosity peaked? Do you want to see?” Saint asked dangerously.

Heart blushed and ignored the question, “Oh, okay, then can I help you make something in the kitchen.”

“Also, I am frankly a little insulted by your earlier statement. No, I won’t burn your place down if I help you cook. I am actually rather good at cooking.” Heart said smugly.

He hopped down from the stool, then stepped into the kitchen and grabbed some wet vegetables and dry them without even letting Saint protest.

Saint walked towards Heart’s back and leaned against it.

Heart froze, his breath catching as Saint’s arms encircled his waist slightly, moving around below his frame of vision.

Heart was too scared to look down. Because his body longed for Saint to rip his clothes off again, throw him half over the counter and do him right there… But that didn’t seem to happen. So he was half disappointed, yet pleased at Saint’s restraint.

Saint pulled a thin string of fabric over his neck and settled the front of an apron against the base of his tummy.

He felt Saint freeze up the moment he came into contact with the bits of the ragged shirt, and immediately his heart began to beat in overkill as a response. He begged Saint, couldn’t hear or feel it.

Heart looked down at the apron Saint had hung around his neck, it’s hanging against his body, the thin twill like material felt rough against his soft skin.

“I’ll lend you anything, as long as you want, just you need to be smart and don’t get it dirty at all.”

“You want me to wear one of your shirts?”

Heart blushed hard. “The idea of wearing Saints clothing?”

Saint looked at Heart.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Like, ones you have worn before.?” Heart squeaked.

“I have washed them. Heart.”

“I know, I know that. I just mean. Your shirt?”

“Yes. My shirt.” Saint clarified.

“Shirt.” Heart squeaked. His mind finally breaking after all this time.

Wearing one of Saints’ shirts made him flush and made him feel warm inside. But Saint was right, his suits were precious and special, they were from Saint after all and he had already destroyed this shirt.

“Yeah, actually that’s a really smart idea, thanks.”

Saint froze while opening the fridge. Heart swallowed as Saint shut the door, walked to the bedroom and into the closet. A minute later he walked back out came back down the steps with a regular T-shirt in a dark green color folded neatly between his palms.

Heart undid the bow on the apron around his neck. But Saint stepped forward and started tearing at the last little bit that was barely hanging on, so that it was just shredded cloth on the floor, absolutely no shape or form of a shirt left.

Heart gulped as Saint’s hands brushed against his chest and his mind wandered to the feeling of Saint nipping and sucking on his nipples.

‘Boy, I am glad I didn’t rip my pants. Right now.’

Saint’s eyes lighted on Heart’s erect nipples and he stopped trying to help Heart, sighed, and stepped away.

“Why did you stop?” Heart whispered.

“Food… Must get you to eat food.” Saint melted his voice, strained and repressed.

He let the ripped shirt fall back down against Heart’s bare chest and went back to the food. Heart blushed and hurriedly changed his shirt. Slipping the T-shirt Saint had gone and gotten him quickly over his head, then tossing the other shirt in the trash.

Saint continued to ignore him, not so much as even sending a glance his way now. Heart grinned softly before sneaking a glance at Saint, seeing that it looked like he really would not look, he relaxed then lifted the shirt Saint had given him and sniffed it lightly. It smelled exactly like Saint.

He smiled.

“Like my smell that much? Huh?” he smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching sexily, and he put the knife down then looked up. His eyes flashed greedily.

“Waa, how did you know? I made sure you were not looking.” Heart whined.

Saint walked over, grabbed Heart, and threw him up onto the counter next to the vegetables scooting his bum back. His arms and muscles bulged with the movement.

“You should know by now. I am never, not watching you, Heart.”

Heart grinned.

“Me too.”

“I am never, not watching you either Saint.” Heart repeated back.

Saint scowled, leaned forward, and placed his hands on Heart’s thick upper thighs and squeezed. The dark blue of the pants he had worn, bunched around his crotch with the way he was sitting and Saint stroked the fabric there ever so gently.

His socks protruded out from the ankles of the little bootleg cut and Heart wiggled his toes with elated pleasure turning the corners of his mouth into a happy little cheeky smile.

“Don’t get my shirt dirty, we don’t want a repeat of your interview now do we?”

“A repeat of you zipping up my pants?” Heart said cheekily.

Saint growled. “NO, you cheeky brat, I mean you having to wear someone else’s clothes.”

Heart chuckled.

“I know. I was teasing you.”

“You are not the only one who can play with sexual innuendos and hints at an attraction towards each other. I am a man, I get urges too. Heck if you knew what I dreamt about for a while you might not think you were so all that.”

Saint snarled playfully.

“I mean it, behave in those clothes.”

“It will be a problem as I am much differently proportioned than you. So you losing your clothes would be bad. Especially since your house is really far from here and you don’t have any clothes, if you get these dirty I won’t share any more you get only one shirt. So wreck this one and you’ll just have to stay here naked.” He said softly in his ear before stepping away and going back to the stuff on the counter.

Heart gulped.

“But you are the one who shredded this to bits like you were some paper shredder.” He wanted to point it out. But he was pretty sure that Saint was on the verge of tying him up and never letting him leave his house again.. Especially if he started poking the panda bear Demon Lord after the Demon Lord asked not to be poked.