Chapter 44 - Head Over Heels

When the doors open it was straight into the inside of an enormous penthouse suite.

Heart's mouth opened wide.

"Whose house are we at right now? And why... You sure it's yours? I feel like I stepped into a different world" Heart stated.

Saint smiled as he watched Heart carefully, "Mine… Do you like it?"

Heart nodded while taking in the vast scope of the large apartment, taking in the entire penthouse.

It had an open concept with every space feeling rather large because everything was connected with barely any walls in between them. There were four doors, two off to the right, and two in the bedroom area. The bedroom was off to the far left and up a set of five stairs with a large wall that was pure frosted glass that ran all the way up to the ceiling but didn't reach either wall.

Either side of the glass was open, essentially the whole entire apartment was one big loft, with the bed in a half-enclosed space off the kitchen and living room.

Heart smiled, 'that would make bringing food to the bed or couch very easy.'

'Oi, Heart are you crazy what are you thinking, making yourself at home, when you haven't even spent five seconds here? You don't even know the rules yet.' He grumped, at himself internally.

The bed was hidden behind the wall, but Heart could see a desk on the side with all the gigantic skyscraper windows. Here thirty-five floors in the air, he knew sitting at that desk to do work was probably a magical view.

The opposite side of the room had two doors which would make sense if it were a bathroom and a closet.

The kitchen was on the same wall as the Desk and the elevator entrance area, living room, bathroom all shared the same wall. Two doors off the side of the living room behind the tv area completed the large modern apartment building with its slate gray and pearlescent accent walls complemented by the blacks and whites in the room. Heart realized that the large windows on either side meant this apartment spanned the entire floor of the apartment building. It wasn't shared with any other occupants.

Saint headed up the four steps into the bedroom, pulling off his shirt in one fluid motion.

Heart's eyes bugged out,

'Holy Shit, this man never thinks for half a second!' Heart thought.

'I have feelings and desires too. What is he doing teasing me then walking away?' he gulped licking his lips as he ogled Saint's large back and his deep rhomboids, and creamy his long back, the curve of his spine.

Heart watched every ripple of Saint's muscles with fascination. Not because it was particularly intriguing, but it was all his. Every muscle movement and contraction dripped with sexiness in Heart's eyes.

He had this deep primal urge that grew inside him to run his hands along that back slowly drawing his nails up and down it as Saint moaned. An increasing desire to do what had been done to him. All the merciless shameless teasing Saint had beaten into him over the many months past. That demand flowed through his veins, Heart played with the thought teasing the idea as a visual play inside his brain.

"Grab me a shirt from the closet over there, will you, it's the door closest to the corner." Saint said in his 'boss' voice.

The one that demanded, not asked.

Heart immediately headed towards the door and paused on the steps to the bedroom as he realized he was responding out of habit.

"The red shirt, it's normally always put to the left by Kit closest to the door, it's my favorite at home shirt."

Heart looked around and saw what he meant and grabbed it. Before his eyes swept through the large walk-in closet just as fully stocked and organized with Saint's clothes as the house in Phuket. Except this closet was almost as big as his bedroom. He left the closet and shut the door with a sigh. This kinda wealth was on a whole other scale.

Heart paused, realizing as he held the shirt and Saint was near the desk perusing something not paying attention to him. That they had just snapped back into their daily life roles, even though things had changed between them.

'We are off the clock. This isn't, work, and we are together now. He can't demand you to do things for him and you have to jump anymore.' Heart scoffed.

"Huh."

Saint turned to look at him.

Heart sucked in a gulp when he was met by the beautiful front view that completely shone just as bright as the back view.

'See now if they put more of this in Art Galleries I could see why so many people go to look at them.'

Heart walked over to the bed where Saint was standing next to it and handed the shirt towards Saint trying his best not to look so he wouldn't ogle his body anymore.

Saint reached out to grab it using his long arms to cross the bed,

Heart snapped it back quickly enough that Saint almost lost his balance as the shirt that had just entered his hands was snatched away.

"What?" Saint looked at him annoyed then smirked.

"Playful are we?"

"Or are you enjoying the view too much?"

"Say Please."

"What?" Saint asked, confused.

"We are off the clock, I am not your slave anymore, you have to ask nicely, with manners."

Saint chuckled.

"Oh, I see, you're not my slave anymore. Then what are you?" Saint purred, the guttural sound came from the back of his throat, husky and warm.

"I'm..."

"I'm your lover." Heart said slowly, gulping as he played with the word on his lips.

Saint reached across the bed again, leaning forward.

"How can you be my lover if we haven't even had sex?" He asked saucily,

Heart stared at him, his mouth dropping open in surprise.

Saint grabbed the shirt and pulled hard at that moment.

Heart fell forward on the bed face first and Saint walked around the bed and flipped Heart over.

Heart stared up at him stupidly his hands holding nothing now that Saint had the shirt.

Saint threw a piece of it in his mouth, then hopped up onto the bed in one effortless motion and climbed on top of Heart. Placing both hands on either side of Heart he leaned forward and kissed him on the lips through the fabric of the shirt.

Heart looked up at Saint.

'Every time I think I have some sort of power. You still sweep me off my feet.'

'Jerk I was going to sweep you off your feet first, but you had to go and do it literally.'