Chapter 213 The Night Before The Wedding Secrets Of The Highlander I

• Cathaysa.
• I woke up at three in the morning with a spectacular headache. Nobody told me to drink as if there were no tomorrow, but I remembered that I had to talk to Duff. We were getting married tomorrow and I didn't want there to be any secrets between us. We were supposed to be one, and it didn't help that something so big was being kept from me. Or maybe, after that night, he had been cured? The truth was that I just wanted to verify the claims of Emily Sinclair's witch. Maybe it was all a lie and I was just overthinking it. I had to find out. I put on the sexiest outfit I had, carefully and quietly making my way to Duff's room so as not to wake anyone in the hallway. I thought it would take him a while to open the door, but as soon as I knocked, it swung open. "What are you doing here? Is..." - I didn't let him finish. Without thinking, I pounced on him, kissing him. He responded in milliseconds, embracing me and closing the door to lean against it. "Tell me!" - I said between kisses. "What do you want me to say, Mo bhan-dia na nymphs?" - he asked me as his lips descended on my shoulders, removing my nightgown. "Tell me if you're Misophobic" - I said, releasing a moan as his teeth delicately bit my neck. Suddenly, as if I had thrown a jug of cold water at him, Duff let go of me and stepped away. "Who told you? It couldn't have been Howard. Only a few people know, and they're all under confidentiality agreements. Tell me, who was it?" - for the first time, Duff scared me. He appeared cold, distant, and far away from me, pacing back and forth in the room like a caged wild lion. "I overheard it while you were talking to Emily Sinclair. I didn't mean to, but as you took so long, I heard you say that she was your wife and..." - I said, my voice slightly affected by his reaction. I didn't expect him to get angry. I actually thought he would be honest with me. Maybe I'm not as important in Duff's life as I would like to believe. Maybe we're just two people united by revenge, desiring each other but without any feelings involved. "What did you expect? From the beginning, he didn't deceive you, and you agreed. What has changed? What does it matter if he has Misophobia? At least he doesn't have it towards you, or so it seems. Why are you so disappointed?" - my mind kept tormenting me. He looked at me seriously, and he must have seen something in my face, in my internal struggle, because he suddenly said something that caught me off guard. "With everyone else, except you" - he told me. "What?!" - I didn't understand what he was saying. "You are my salvation, my future, the only woman I can touch, the only one I want to touch. And I've felt this way since the first time I saw you. I desired you from the moment you stood in front of me, and it wasn't because I was drugged. Otherwise, I wouldn't have held back. It was something more. When you accidentally kissed me and I realized that my body didn't reject you, I couldn't hold back anymore. I don't know what's happening to me with you, but I think about you all the time. I feel aroused just by smelling, seeing, or touching you. The day William pushed you, I wanted to kill him. But it's not just him. Just the thought of another man wanting you for himself..." - I couldn't hear any more. What woman with blood in her veins could listen to a man say all that and not devour him with kisses? If you know of any, it's because she's dead. As for me, not only am I not dead, but I either take this man to bed and devour him right now, or I stop calling myself Cathaysa Bencomo. I hugged him by the neck and kissed him as if my life depended on it. When I finally caught my breath, I told him, "Tomorrow, I'll explain to you why that happens to you when you ask me if I want to marry you. But now, Duff Sinclair, my highlander, you're going to take me to your bed and kiss every inch of my body. Oh, and from now on, speaking English is forbidden. You can only speak to me in Gaelic or Spanish." - I said, and he lifted me in his arms and said, "Bidh thu an-còmhnaidh leamsa, mo bhan-dia nymph." - "Very well, highlander, I see that you understood. Now tell me its meaning while you take me to your bed, in Spanish." - I asked, kissing his muscular neck. "You will always be mine, my goddess nymph." - he said before laying me on the bed, to claim my body, my life, and my heart once again.