Nephilim and the Nun

Chapter 15: •Secrets•

Rhea:

I woke up to realize I was practically lying on his hard body with my leg thrown over his waist. At that

moment, I felt his hand slightly graze my ass. I stilled in shock and tried my best to control my breathing

even though he didn't know I was awake.

I'd woken up in the middle of the night to take off the shorts he gave me. I was used to sleeping without

clothing. A T-shirt and panties were already too much. Adding shorts was suffocating.

I shifted my body a little and my leg touched a hard bulge. Without being told, I knew what it was. The

desire to move some more so I could feel it properly was strong but at the same time, I didn't want him

to know I was awake. It was a good thing the room was dark.

When he thought I was still asleep, his hand on my ass gripped it, kneading me softly through my

panties. I almost gasped out loud but I held my breath, closing my eyes tightly to avoid giving myself

away. Just when I thought he'd take things further, he released my ass and wrapped his arms around

my waist, holding me to him.

I was liking the feel of his warm hard body against mine a little too much. I could feel the hard planes of

his abs against my back because he was only cladded in boxers.

After a while of waiting for more action but getting nothing, I finally fell into sleep.

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I woke up to an empty bed with soft rays of light streaming into the room from the opened windows.

The chirping of birds was audible in the room. After spreading my limbs on the bed for a while, I

climbed out of bed.

My eyes scanned the floor in search of the shorts he'd given me the night before but I couldn't find

them. I looked down at myself, to see the shirt was barely mid-thigh. A little bend and my ass will be

exposed.

It's not like he hasn't touched it. My subconscious countered.

Well, he has touched it but hasn't seen it.

Pulling the t-shirt down as far as it could go, I left the room for the bathroom to clean up. I got into the

bathroom and luckily for me, there were two toothbrushes but unfortunately, I didn't know the one that

was his. Taking the two, I walked into the living room but he wasn't there. The kitchen door was opened

so I went in to see him leaning against the kitchen island, his back to me. He was looking out through

the open window.

Even when his back was to me, I could still tell how muscular he was. The man was truly by a fine

piece. The first time I'd seen him in the cell, though he was covered in dirt and overgrown hair, one

could still tell he was attractive. He had piercing silver eyes that made you think he was staring into

your soul with just one look.

I stood there, admiring the eye view till he turned back and caught me.

"All you have to do is ask baby and I'll be all yours". He smirked, his eyes glinting.

Memories of the previous night when he'd squeezed my ass with my leg almost touching his cock

swarmed into my head. I could feel my cheeks heat up from my thoughts alone. My pale skin did little

to hide my flustered state.

"Just wanted to know which toothbrush I should use". I managed to speak out in the most confident

and unaffected voice I could muster.

"The red one".

With that, I returned to the bathroom. As soon as I was done cleaning my teeth, I splashed some water

on my face before looking at my face in the mirror. Thankfully, there were no bruises on my face from

the manhandling of the men that had captured me.

I left for the kitchen to see he was still there, this time around, nursing a cup of coffee while he was

facing the kitchen entrance.

"Care for a coffee?". He asked.

"Yes, please".

"Sugar and cream?".

"Mmmhmm". I nodded.

He brewed a fresh mug of coffee with the coffee maker and handed it to me after adding sugar and

cream.

"Thanks".

I sipped from the coffee, with his eyes on me, watching me. Somehow, it felt as though he was seeing

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"Thanks for your hospitality". He gave me a curt nod. "But I have to get out of here. Could you please

show me the way out?".

He continued to stare at me with an expressionless gaze before finally responding.

"I could but are you sure that's what you want?".

"Yeah".

"To let Elliot kill you?"

On hearing his question, blood drained from my face, my eyes widening in surprise.

"H-how did you know that?". I asked, stammering from shock.

I didn't expect him to know because I hadn't told him anything about me. He didn't even know my

name. For all he knew, I was a nun.

But then, he'd seen me in places he wasn't supposed to. That would be enough to spike his interest.

Even at that, he was also in too much trouble to add mine to his. There was no way he could have

investigated me.

"You're yet to know all of my abilities". He smirked.

I stared at him blankly, my mouth hanging open.

"I also know he sent those men to kill you".

"How did you know that?" I exclaimed in shock.

"All you need to know is it's one of my abilities". He winked.

I stood there, gaping at him. If he knew all that, it meant he could easily find out the truth about me.

I didn't know beings like him existed till I was told about him and the possible evil he possessed at the

church. Even when I'd met him the first day, I didn't believe the stories about him were real till the

previous night.

How he killed those men, I couldn't tell. All I remembered was that one moment I silently said my last

prayer and the next, the men were lying on the floor, dead with him hovering above me.

"Why did you help me escape from the cell?". He asked, staring into my eyes.

"To convince you I wasn't working to kill you?". I asked more than answered.

"You're lying".

Arrgh! Damn him.

"You couldn't care less if I believed you or not".

And he was right but then, I wasn't going to admit the truth that I'd released him to get back at Elliot

when I noticed he needed Quinn's blood.

"I had a change of heart". I lied. "I'm a nun and should care about others. It is what we've been taught,

to set a good example for them to follow". I added.

"Yeah? And a nun is standing in my kitchen dressed in just my t-shirt and panties?". He cocked a

perfectly shaped brow.

Right. As if you didn't grab my ass last night. I retorted in my head.

"Why does Elliot want you dead?"

His questions were beginning to get on my nerves. He had no right to question me, nor whatever

happened in my life.

"I owe you no answers". I replied in the coldest voice I could muster. "Are you going to show me my

way out of this forest or not?".

I expected him yo refuse and try to stop me but instead, his simple answer was;

"Fine".