Once, my paranoid love

Derek’s POV.

“What was the last thing she said?” I wondered as I stood at the side of the bed, a hint of confusion in my mind. Elena’s request for me to rest echoed in my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but consider its implications.

“Is she planning to sleep with me?” I mused, my mind racing with questions. It seemed like a significant shift in our interactions, one that left me both intrigued and uncertain. I had initially intended to leave and sleep separately, but Elena’s invitation seemed to suggest otherwise.

With a faint smile on my lips, I decided to honor her request. I stepped out of bed, my movements deliberate as I unzipped my clothing and picked up my phone from the nearby nightstand. There was something important I needed to attend to before retiring for the night.

I dialed Obin’s phone number, and my thoughts focused on the matter at hand. The connection was established, and I could hear Obin’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Boss,” he said respectfully.

I wasted no time in getting to the point. “Where is he?” I inquired, my tone carrying a sense of urgency.

“Boss, he is in the basement,” Obin replied promptly, his voice tinged with professionalism.

“We’re waiting for your order,” he added, a note of readiness in his tone.

I looked in the direction of the bathroom door, contemplating the situation. There were matters that required my attention and responsibilities that I couldn’t ignore.

“Don’t kill him. I have something to do with him,” I urgently conveyed to Obin, my voice laced with a sense of determination. With that, I promptly hung up the phone, my mind filled with a mix of emotions and thoughts.

Paul’s actions had crossed a line, and I couldn’t stand idly by while he posed a threat to Elena. The connection between us was undeniable, and I had a responsibility to protect her, no matter the cost.

“Paul, you have to pay the price for hurting my wife,” I muttered under my breath, my anger simmering just below the surface. The betrayal and pain I felt were like a fire in my veins, and I was ready to confront the situation head-on.

But just as my emotions boiled over, I was startled by the sound of the bedroom door opening. I turned my gaze toward the entrance, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what to expect.

When I saw Elena, dressed in a silk blue robe, my anger began to subside, replaced by a sense of concern and protectiveness. Her presence was a reminder of the delicate balance we were trying to maintain in our unconventional marriage.

“Elena,” I said softly, my voice gentler now, as I moved toward her. “Are you all right?”

“Why did you wear this?” I questioned, my voice laced with a mix of amusement and tenderness. The choice of attire had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t resist asking.

Elena coughed softly, her cheeks flushing slightly, and she responded in a hushed tone, “I couldn’t find something appropriate to wear.”

Her answer, although lighthearted, carried a hint of hesitation. It was clear that she was navigating the intricacies of our relationship, just as I was. Her smile was gentle, but I could sense a deeper level of complexity in her emotions.

With a sense of understanding, Elena hurriedly laid down on the bed, wrapping herself in a blanket. She turned away from me, her actions a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

Within a minute, I had approached her on the bed, my desire to bridge the emotional gap between us compelling me forward. As I settled beside her, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection-a recognition that we were both navigating this uncharted territory together.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The dimly lit room seemed to cocoon us, isolating us from the complexities of the outside world. The shared moments of intimacy and vulnerability were forging a deeper bond between us, one that was both complex and beautiful.

As I lay there with Elena, our unspoken desires and emotions hung in the air, a testament to the evolving nature of our relationship.

With a soft touch, I brushed a strand of hair from Elena’s, my eyes locked onto hers. It’s just that I could not control myself from touching her.

Elena’s POV.

All of a sudden, I felt a cool touch on my back, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Derek was up to. Closing my eyes, I held the blanket tightly in my hands, anticipating his next move. He gently touched the scar on my back, and a mixture of vulnerability and desire coursed through me.

“I will heal everything you have from your past,” Derek whispered, his words filled with a promise of love and acceptance. His gesture was a powerful reminder that our love had the capacity to mend and transform.

I pressed my lips, and I responded with tenderness, “Let it be.” The scars of my past had long haunted me, but in that moment, I was willing to embrace the healing touch of our connection, to let go of the pain and embrace the love that Derek offered.

Derek’s POV.

Hearing Elena’s words, I turned around and seized the pillow with both hands. The emotions churning within me were a complex mix of longing, desire, and a hint of frustration. I wanted to hold her in my arms to comfort and reassure her, but I knew she needed some time to come to terms with the complexities of our relationship.

‘Elena, tell me, why do you love him?’ I found myself asking. It was a question that had lingered in my mind, a curiosity I couldn’t ignore. The connection between us had been undeniable, but I yearned to understand the depths of her emotions.

My desire to be close to Elena and to protect her had grown stronger with each passing day, but I also respected her need for space and time.

“I will captivate you and make you fall in love with me,” I declared softly, my words carrying a promise of devotion and determination.

‘I’m not going to allow anyone to touch you.’ My protective instincts had been awakened, and I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone posing a threat to Elena.

To be continued.