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.

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.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.