CHAPTER 167: MY LOVER.

"I’m fine, Augustine Wales," Charles replied, his voice tender and warm. "I just... I never knew that seeing you naked would make me feel insecure about myself."

Augustine smiled softly, giving Charles’ hand a reassuring squeeze. "Pookie, you shouldn’t have felt that way," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Besides, why would you feel insecure just because you saw me naked for the first time?"

Charles sniffed, moistening his lips before finally finding the courage to speak. "You’re hot as hell, Augustine. Like, you literally took my breath away. And then... I got scared. Scared that maybe I wasn’t able to give you the kind of blowjob you’re used to. That maybe... you weren’t satisfied with what I did, and maybe... maybe that would make me hate you, because you were rough and..." His voice trailed off, heavy with vulnerability.

"Pookie," Augustine purred, his voice low and laced with seductive warmth. "You shouldn’t be filling that small, adorable head of yours with such thoughts."

He smirked, brushing his thumb gently over Charles’ knuckles. "You have no idea just how alluring you are... and what you do to me."

Charles sighed, drawing in a deep breath as his shoulders sagged in exhaustion.

"I wouldn’t have moaned the way I did if I didn’t love how you were handling me," Augustine said, his tone more serious now, cutting through the tension like a blade. "The way your mouth and hands were wrapped around my dick—God, Pookie, it drove me insane. But still..."

Augustine paused, his eyes softening. "I’m truly sorry for being rough with you. I’ve always leaned into that kind of intensity, but that doesn’t make it right. You’re not just anyone—you’re my lover. I should’ve treated you with more care."

"Woah... I like the sound of being called your lover." Charles blushed, biting down softly on his upper lip.

Augustine chuckled, the sound low and sultry. "You’re not just my lover, Pookie..." he leaned in, his voice dropping into a deep, hypnotic whisper, "you’re my man."

The words sank into Charles like fire to dry wood, igniting every inch of him with a seductive flame that curled through his chest, his stomach, and lower.

Charles breath hitched, his pulse quickened, and all he could do was stare—completely, deliciously undone.

"Geez! What a sweet talker." Charles purred, rolling his eyes as he pretended not to be affected by Augustine’s words—yet deep down, his heart pounded so loudly it echoed in his ears.

"Pookie... on a serious note," Augustine began, his once teasing tone now firm and intense, "my body isn’t something you should ever feel intimidated by, okay?"

Augustine eyes held Charles in place, every word landing with deliberate weight. "Everybody is beautiful and sexy in their own way. Be confident in your body... I mean, you have the most amazing butt, nipples, and even your lips. Come on, Charles, you’re way hotter than me—so why would you feel inferior or shy? I should be the one feeling that way."

Quickly, Charles pulled his hands away and gave Augustine’s thigh a light smack. "You’re such a flirt," he purred, rolling his tongue slowly inside his mouth as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Exhale!

After a moment of intense blushing, Charles let out a loud exhale. "I understand what you’re trying to say, babe. Besides, that piece of paper you gave me... it made me feel like I was on cloud nine," Charles explained. "It really lifted my spirit." He added.

"Then that’s good," Augustine whispered, rising from the couch. "I know today is supposed to be our official first date, but I have to pay a visit to my mom. She requested that I come by."

Swiftly, Charles also rose from the couch and nodded his head. "Hope everything thing is alright?"

"Yes." Augustine solemnly replied.

"Alright then. You should be on your way."

Augustine nod.

A while ago, while Charles was still in the bedroom, Augustine had received a phone call from his mother.

She mentioned she had some important information to share with him.

Although Augustine didn’t want to go, his father had also called, pleading with him to come over. The combination of both calls made it clear that his presence was needed.

’I truly hope they aren’t planning on setting up an arranged date or, worse yet, an arranged marriage for me,’ Augustine thought, his gut tightening with unease.

He had a feeling his parents were up to something, but despite his reservations, he decided to pay them a visit to find out exactly what they were planning.

"Pookie... before I go, do you need me to do something for you?" Augustine asked, his voice soft yet laced with care.

Charles tapped his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he think for some seconds. "Umm... I would have asked you to make me something to eat, but I don’t want you to keep your parents waiting. So, you don’t have to worry about that," he said, giving a small smile as he waved off the request.

Augustine frowned slightly, his gaze softening as he looked at Charles. "I’ll buy a nice takeout when I’m coming back," he promised, his tone sincere.

He then reached up, cupping Charles’ cheeks with both hands, his touch gentle yet firm.

Slowly, Augustine leaned in, pressing his lips to Charles’ in a brief but meaningful kiss.

Gasped!

The warmth of Augustine’s lips sent an electric jolt through Charles’ entire body, a rush of energy that made his heart race and his breath hitch.

The sensation lingered, leaving a spark that ignited deep within him, making it hard to focus on anything else but the feeling of Augustine’s touch.

As Augustine pulled back from the kiss, a playful glint could be seen in his eyes. "Don’t miss me too long, okay?" he purred, winking before turning to leave.

As he walked out of the sitting room, his heart unknowingly sinking into the unease that awaited him.

Little did Augustine know, the news that awaited him at his parents’ mansion would fuel a rage within him like never before.