The Marvelous Elijah's Return

Whatever that was

The room was quiet for a while, and Elijah studied Bryan’s eyes, wondering if he was someone he wanted to risk the act of “mess around and find out” with at such a crucial moment in bis life 

“Understandable, and I respect your decision… But if I am not involved in some deep shit?” Bryan asked, arching a brow challengingly. Peeking at Matt again, Elijah hesitated, but when Matt twitched his brows slightly, he faced Bryan and said, “Then you got yourself a deal.” “Well, I can drink to that,” Bryan said with a small smile as he picked up Elijah’s glass and reached it out to him. 

But Matt tried to grab the glass and accidentally spilled it all over Elijah’s coat, and when he noticed that, he exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! Sorry, sir!” “It’s fine,” Elijah said, reaching over for a napkin, and patting down his shirt and pants, 

“I am sorry. I should have known better than to serve you a glass of wine that has been pulled without your presence.” Bryan apologized quickly, feeling glad that it was a clear wine and it didn’t leave a nasty stain on the jacket. 

Scowling at Bryan, Matt narrowed his eyes at him and said, “I am glad you know… I am sorry, but for security reasons, I can’t let you serve him anything not sealed or properly labeled, sir.” 

Knowing exactly what Matt was talking about, Bryan nodded, understanding that the fact he knew Elijah’s real identity made him a potential threat, and it was going to take time for that to change, and things to ease between them. 

That is why he didn’t want to be honest with Elijah at first because he feared that he would be less trusted. 

But that didn’t bother Bryan because he knew nothing satisfactory happens without effort, lots of sweat, tears, and blood, and that is why he had to be sincere. After all, in it all, trust is the most important element. 

“I should get home. I hate how I stink with the scent of alcohol.” Elijah mumbled after a few seconds of awkward silence. 

Then he stood from the leather couch and said, “Thank you for having me, Bryan. It’s somewhat a relief to know your reason for wanting to help me.” 

“Will this meeting be the last of its kind?” Bryan asked and leaned back in his seat, feeling worried. 

long moments before nodding slowly, saying, “I hope it won’t be.”

any hesitation, Elijah grabbed his hand and shook it, and said, “Goodbye for now.” With her

Elijah and how it was getting dark outside, but her mind was racing with thoughts of him, even though she waited for it to stop because it leads to

had a crush on Elijah… A crushi… It started as a small

stronger every single

her forget that he just got divorced… that he’s her cousin’s ex-husband, that

was beyond her, and that is something that scared her. She was afraid of rejection. Her mother was right. Rushing into something would only leave

do I make my heart understand that though?” Peach whispered, covering her face with her

see Elijah and Matt, walking into the lobby. Standing to her feet, Peach wiped her hands on her pajama pants nervously and walked over to them, but then the smell of strong alcohol aroma on Elijah made her frown and furrowed her eyebrows as she thought, “He’s drunk?” “Hey, Peach,” Matt said, walking off, leaving the both of them alone. Pouting at Elijah, Peach hesitated

said with a weak smile.

Peach pouting

shower to wash the smell of alcohol off him before getting dressed into a pair

a knock on his door made Elijah frown slightly, walking away from his bedside and

opened it, Peach was standing there looking at him, holding a bottle of water

see is diamonds,” Elijah whispered, not taking his gaze off her as she blinked repeatedly, wondering what was happening ‘Is he drunk talking?’ Peach thought, shaking her head and smiling, but she was still nervous. But her eyes suddenly widened when Elijah rested his palm on her cheek, his gaze still locked onto hers, and he slowly leaned closer until their lips were only inches apart. Feeling his breath touching her pinkish lips, Peach could feel her heart beating fast and

the smell from his breath didn’t reek of alcohol, and she whispered, “You are not drunk, are you?” When Elijah slowly shook his head, Peach subconsciously tiptoed to meet his lips and claimed them, tasting his mouth with her tongue, and as she kissed him passionately, Elijah wrapped his arms around her waist

and the bottom dropped from her hands along with the pills, hitting

sorry,” Peach whispered, realizing what she had done, and lowering her head as she

Elijah didn’t hold back and pulled her close by her hips, his eyes never leaving hers,

Peach wasn’t caring, because his kisses were making her dizzy, and she could taste the faint