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. 

several long moments before nodding slowly, saying, “I hope

it, and said, “Goodbye for now.” With her

thoughts of him, even though she waited for it to stop because it leads to feelings that felt so wrong and yet right at

started as

stronger

making her forget that he just got divorced… that he’s her cousin’s ex-husband, that it had just been days since

such a feeling could exist was beyond her, and that is something that scared her. She was afraid of rejection. Her mother was right. Rushing into something would

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

immediately raised her head to 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

said with a weak smile.

Peach pouting after him as she

the smell of alcohol off him before getting dressed into a pair of clean shorts and an oversized white

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

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

Elijah didn’t accept it and just stared into her eyes for what felt like forever to Peach, and she nervously smiled awkwardly, mumbling, “What? Do I have something on my face?” “How can you be a filthy rock, when when I look into your eyes all I 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

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

was aroused, and the bottom dropped from her hands along with the

realizing what she had done, and

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

them at any second. But Peach wasn’t caring, because his kisses were making her dizzy, and she could taste the faint