Sweeping Him Off His Feet Chapter 206: I haven’t profess my love for you, today

"Nah! Let’s go ho." Charles purred with a serious tone.

Augustine didn’t argue to the words of Charles but instead Augustine simply turned on the engine, letting the quiet hum of the car speak for the storm raging inside him.

And with that, he drove down the road and towards his mansion compound.

When they finally pulled into the mansion’s private garage, Augustine turned off the car engine and stepped out in one swift, purposeful motion.

He rounded the car, flinging open the door for Charles with a look that said more than words ever could.

Charles stepped out of the car, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, Augustine reached for Charles wrist, fingers curling around it with possessive ease.

With the other hand, Augustine held the bag of packaged als Mrs. Donald had lovingly prepared. He led the way toward the sitting room door, the warmth of his touch silently igniting a blissful spark within Charles.

As Augustine and Charles made their way inside the sitting room, Augustine let go of Charles wrist, head over to the refrigerator where he kept the entire als that was packaged for him.

Following that, he once more grabbed the wrist of Charles and this ti around they made their way over to the bedroom.

"Arrgh!" Charles groaned playfully, stretching his arms high above his head as he released a long, satisfied exhale. "I need a hot shower. I’ve got a long day ahead tomorrow," he purred, already making his way toward the bathroom with a lazy sway in his steps.

"I’ll be right here, waiting for you," Augustine murmured, his voice low and affectionate, eyes trailing after Charles like a magnet drawn to steel.

He knew that Charles words were ant for him to co over to the bathroom but Augustine can’t handle what might happen next.

Charles nod and without uttering any words out of his mouth he stepped inside the bathroom and shut the door with a loud bang.

Pfft!

’I guess Charles is mad at .’ Augustine whispered to himself.

He caressed his forehead with his hands and lay flat on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling when all of a sudden he began to hear the sound of pouring water from the shower.

Even from a distance, Augustine could picture the image of Charles being naked as the water from the shower cascade his curve, hitting his fragile delicate body before it proceeds on touching the wet tiles of the bathroom floor.

"What the hell am I doing?" Augustine spat, grinding his teeth as he shot up from the bed.

His fingers dove into his pocket, fists clenched, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly in the dim light.

"Why is Charles torturing like this?" Augustine growled to no one in particular, pacing with a wild storm building behind his eyes.

Seconds later, with a frustrated sigh, Augustine yanked his phone from his trouser pocket, the screen lighting up.

"Hey, buddy. My boyfriend’s parents loved the gifts. They were so thrilled and it’s all thanks to you, Reginald. I owe you one."

After typing the ssage, Augustine hit send and watched as the text showed two blue tick in an instant.

’Besides, if I call Reginald now, I’ll just be ruining his magical little date.’ Augustine mused to himself.

A faint smile tugged at Augustine’s lips, even though his body still burned with unt desire from the bathing Charles.

Sigh!

Once more, Augustine let out a loud sigh rolled out of his mouth as he kept his phone above the bedside table.

The sound of flowing water wasn’t helping him to calm down in any form so he stord out of the room and towards the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water.

Augustine was still drinking from the bottle of water while picturing the naked body of Charles when all of a sudden he heard footsteps from the staircase.

"Babe, I’m done with my bath, so why don’t you go take yours now?" Charles called out as he ascended the stairs, each step slow and deliberate, water still glistening on his skin.

Augustine gulped, screwing the cap back onto his water bottle, his gaze locked onto Charles.

Charles was only on a white towel.

The towel hung low on Charles hips, his damp chest on full display, teasing Augustine’s self control with every drop that trailed down his skin.

Droplets of water slid from Charles’s tousled hair, tracing glistening paths down his toned chest.

As Charles closed the distance between himself and Augustine, his lips curved into a boyish smile, revealing a set of perfect teeth that made Augustine’s heart skip a beat.

"Ohh gush! You’re beautiful," Augustine whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them, his voice thick with longing and awe.

Charles nod his head firmly. "I know I am." He purred with a teasing seductive voice. "By the way, I wanted to know if you need my help on those files which you brought back ho so days ago."

Augustine chuckle slightly as he shook his head sideways. "I plan on working on them when you are asleep because right now you are a distraction."

Following Augustine’s word’s, he swallow hard, fluster his eyelashes and then he slide his hands inside his trouser pocket. "I think you should go to bed. Your eyes seem sleepy." Augustine stated with a warm voice.

"Yeah. I think I should go to bed too."

Charles turned around as he began to head over the stairs which he had just claid down from so minutes ago.

Just as Charles’s foot touched the first step, he halted, slowly turning to face Augustine.

Charles gaze shifted into a concerned look, the playful sparkle in his eyes replaced by sothing more serious.

"You haven’t had a proper al today," Charles said firmly. "This morning, you skipped breakfast, and at my parents’ place, you barely touched your food."

His eyes scanned Augustine, noting the slight tiredness in his posture. "You shouldn’t work on an empty stomach, babe."

"I’m not feeling hungry." Augustine replied, pulling his hands out of his trouser pocket.

With slow deliberate steps, Augustine strode over to Charles.

He wrapped his arms around Charles’s waist, drawing him in until there was barely space between their bodies.

Augustine’s eyes locked onto Charles’s, voice dipping into a sultry whisper.

"The only thing I’m hungry for... is to eat you up like a piece of cake," Augustine breathed, letting the words linger in the air. "But I can’t. Not tonight."

Charles scoffed. "Seems you’re now trying to do a pay back to huh?" Charles spat with a sarcastic tone. "While you parked your car by the side of the road, I had turned you on and left you hanging, and right now, you are doing that to ."

Augustine lips curved into a sly smirk as he road his tongue across his lips while blushing and at the sa ti he gave a small nod. "You started it first." He playfully declared which earned a soft chuckle from Charles lips.

"Well, your payback is totally uncalled for." Charles sneered, playful rolling his eyes, earning a warm chuckle toe escape the lips of Augustine.

After Charles laughter died down into the quiet atmosphere, he let out a loud breath. "I... I haven’t profess my love for you today."

"Wh... what?"

"You heard correctly babe." Charles purred, wrapping his hands around the neck of Augustine. "Can you please carry on your body?"

Augustine didn’t hesitate. He swept Charles off the floor with ease, holding him tightly as Charles instinctively wrapped his legs around Augustine’s waist, a wide smile lighting up his face.

"Babe, about earlier," Charles murmured, his gaze never wavering. "I ant it when I said I hate seeing you cry. I really don’t like it... not even a little."

Augustine nodded, his eyes soft with warmth. "I know," he whispered, brushing his nose against Charles’s. "And that’s why I’m not letting go."

"Also, your mom might not have accepted being your boyfriend for now, but with ti I believe she’s going to change her perspective about and get to like for who I truly am."

Once more, Augustine couldn’t help himself but to nod his head. "Thanks for always putting up with my mom, Charles. For putting up with all of this... for ."

Charles scoffed softly, his lips hovering just inches from Augustine’s. "Anyti, babe," he purred, voice low and teasing. "But I’m gonna need a gift for all that, you know. Since I’m being lovely and supportive, giving a gift would help my spirit to be uplifted."

"Co on, Pookie. I only have bad gifts at mind."

Charles sneered, leaning his lips closer to Augustine’s ear. "I like bad gifts." He purred, before leaning his face away while smirking.

Augustine t Charles gaze with a slow nod. "Alright. I give in. Let’s make love." He spat with a bold voice.

The boldness in Augustine’s voice froze Charles in place, breath catching, eyes darkening with desire as his smirk grew wider.