H.U.R.T
The Fucked Mood

Darren pacing back and forth in his room. Regret was clearly still lingering in his mind. He should not have held back. He didn't need his hands to teach Steve a lesson. He still had a head that he could blow into Steve's face to get the man's nose broken.

Forgive me! He prefers Steve to be a cynical polar bear. Where the once sincerity was enough to amaze him. Now he is confused, whether Steve is a bad influence on his brother or Lexi is the one who gives a laughable influence on Steve. He only hoped that the couple thwarted their intention to move here. Facing his feelings for Isabell was enough to test his guts. He did not want to add to his list of life's hassles by serving the silliness of Steve and Lexi.

Darren exhaled long. Tired of his own thoughts.

"I ignore Lexi and her husband. What am I supposed to do now? There's nothing worse than a gay accusation your ideal woman believes. His brain was now filled with ways to restore his good name before Isabell.

"God! What am I doing it for! Fuck what does he think? What cares. Austin is the man. Come on, Darren, stop thinking about your sister's boyfriend."

A knock on the door stops the action pacing like an iron.

"Come in" his voice still sounded annoyed. Darren has completely lost himself. Where has been his calm all along. Hasn't he learned over the years how to control himself. Only because Isabell, his brother's lover, his self-control began to fall apart.

"It wasn't Steve that brought trouble, but the girl," he muttered. It turned out that not only was his self-control a mess but his thoughts were also frequently fickle. While he blames Steve, the next minute he blames Isabell.

"I've come to deliver drinking water as well as your medicine."

The deg!

Isabell's Voice. He practically turned around. Looking at the girl's face, her frustration melted away.

"Why do you have to drive him? Isn't there a waiter who can drive her here?" Damn, why is my tongue so sharp.

"Oh, they're busy." Isabell crossed the room. The scent of his body blew as it passed through Darren. Darren gritted his teeth until it made a sound. Just because of the faintly smelled scent, his passion responded quickly.

"I put it here" Isabell put the tray on the nightstand.

"Hmm, close the door tightly." Oh my God, this tongue is so self-destructive. Why should I throw him out in such a rude manner.

Darren berated himself. He also prepared himself to see a puddle of sadness in the girl's bead. His heart roared as Isabell slowly twisted his body.

Waw! No tears, no hatred, anger or fear. Isabell's eyes stared at him flatly. The girl even raised her chin with both hands clasped haughtily and Darren swore, he heard a rumbling explosion from his heart. Isabell was already quite admirable in his eyes when the girl looked calm, innocent, and innocent. It never occurred to him that an Isabell could behave haughty which unfortunately looked even more admirable.

"I think someone should teach you to spell out a word of thanks, Darren."

The deg! The deg! The deg!

Only God knows how Darren's efforts to stand firm. All this time, he had only considered the name an identifying symbol. Today, he just learned that the name is also a gift. Isabell's quiet voice as she mentioned her name made Darren lulled. Since when was her name so beautiful to hear?

From today, this afternoon, when Isabell's tongue spoke my name!

"Look, I didn't ask for your help to bring me drinking water and my medicine."

"Just because you didn't ask for my help, doesn't mean I don't deserve a word of thanks."

"Yeah," Isabell rolled his eyeballs. Almost Darren choked. He did not know that Isabell could do such a thing. Well, Isabell completely changed in the blink of an eye.

"It seems you don't like my help. I'll bring back your medicine and drinking water. Ask someone to drive him or maybe you can pick him up yourself. Your legs are still working fine, aren't they?"

And Isabell actually took back the tray and took it out. Darren was stunned and once the door closed he could only laugh at Isabell's unexpected actions.

While outside the room, Isabell inhaled as much air as possible to neutralize his heart beat that was not because of. The cynical attitude Darren showed almost made him waver. But he swore, would not let the man make him gupup and fragile. He did not want to hear the man's curse and screams again directed at him. In Darren's eyes, perhaps she was just a weak girl who happened to grow up in the Palace. From today, he will make the man break that assumption.

"Ishabell,"

Isabell turned to the source of the voice. Lexi came to him.

"What are you doing at the door? Taking Darren's medication?"

"He rejected it."

"Huh?" Lexi frowned.

"It seems like the pain increases every time I see me."

"God, why do you think that? Darren is very cold and stiff. You do not have to take the heart of every attitude and action. He's a real bitch."

"Yes, that sucks. Hm, Lexi, can I ask you something?"

"Please, don't bother."

"What if we find a comfortable place to talk. I'm gonna drop this drug down and have someone drop it off."

"All right, I'll be in here for a second. You can meet me there."

Lexi entered her room, immediately greeted by the extraordinary sight of her husband who had just come out of the toilet just by wearing a towel hanging low on her hips. Steve's dark, night-dark hair looks wet.

Lexi whistled, she stepped cheerfully across the room. "My husband is trying to tease me but I'm not interested, what should I do?" his words were just a figment of the thumb. Due to the fact, the words that shot out of Lexi's mouth sounded like a spoiled whimper and her facial expression clearly implied that she wanted to be immediately pounced on by her husband.

Steve chuckled, he covered his wife's face and landed a friendly kiss on the lips. "What my wife has to do is lie on her back sweetly in bed. Don't move, let your good husband do the action, haisss... Your bite could bring me trouble, dear Lexi."

Yeah, Lexi's been in action, sniffing, and nibbling at his neck. Lexi was the least resistant to temptation when Steve just finished a bath like this. The masculine smell mixed with soap was his wife's favorite.

"Don't protest! You seduced me. I'm just pleasing you. You happy?"

"of course. Very glad. You are my canduku. You're understanding."