DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 135

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Scarlett

I stayed there for a few long seconds, lying on top of Viktor with his arms wrapped tightly around me. His body was waren from the fever, his heartbeat steady and strong against my chest. It felt… safe. Too safe. Too good.

Then he slowly loosened his hold.

I lifted my head and met his eyes. We stared at each other in silence, the air between us thick with everything we weren’t saying. His gaze was softer without his glasses, more open, and it made my stomach flutter in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely.

“I… I should finally leave,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn’t stop me. I pushed myself up carefully, smoothing down my clothes, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Viktor sat upright on the bed, watching me quietly as I moved toward the door.

I stepped out of his apartment without looking back, but the moment I closed my own door behind me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it – the way his arms had felt around me, the warmth of his chest, and the intensity in his eyes when we stared at each other. My cheeks burned. What the hell was wrong with me?

To distract myself, I went into the kitchen and made a simple lunch – chicken soup with rice, something light and easy to digest. Once it was ready, I portioned some into a container, took a deep breath, and walked back to his door.

When he opened it, he looked a little better than this morning, though still pale.

“I brought you lunch,” I said, holding out the container.

His eyes softened. “Thank you.”

He ate quietly while I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. He finished almost everything, and I felt a small wave of relief. He really did look better than when I found him unconscious earlier.

“I’m glad you’re doing better,” I said softly.

He set the empty container aside and looked at me for a moment, hesitating. “There’s something I want to ask you… but I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

“Go on,” I encouraged him.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Have you stopped working as a janitor at my parents’ company? I noticed you haven’t been around lately.”

I paused, then nodded. “Yeah… recently. I already have a new job now.”

He didn’t push for more details. He just nodded quietly, accepting my answer without question. That small kindness made something in my chest tighten.

“You should rest,” I told him, standing up. “I’ll check up on you later in the evening.”

I left his apartment again, closing the door gently behind me. As I walked back to my own place, my mind kept drifting back to the hug, to the way he had looked at me, and to the quiet way he accepted my half-truth about the new job.

This nerdy guy with the surprisingly hot body and gentle eyes was starting to get under my skin in ways I wasn’t ready for.

That evening, I finished setting up my ring light and camera for the night’s stream. The red lingerie I had chosen was sheer and sinful, clinging to every curve. I slipped on the matching gold wig and then headed to the kitchen to prepare a simple meal – noodles and soup.

As I turned off the gas and stared at the pot, I hesitated. It was more food than I could comfortably eat alone. Besides, I had promised Viktor I would check on him later tonight. This was the perfect excuse to see him again… even if a nervous flutter settled in my stomach at the thought.

I quickly pulled off the wig, grabbed a long jacket, and tied the belt tightly around my waist so nothing from the transparent lingerie underneath would show. Then I picked up the pot and headed next door.

When I reached Viktor’s apartment, I knocked softly. No answer.

A spike of worry hit me. Was his fever worse?

“I’m coming in,” I called out, pushing the door open with my foot since my hands were full.

The living area was empty. His bed was neatly made, but

Successfully unlocked!

“Viktor? Where are you?” I asked, stepping furtes inside

“Right here,” came his voice from the adjoining bathroom. It sounded strained, like he was going through something

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difficult.

“I’m coming!” I said quickly. I set the pot down on the table and hurried toward the bathroom door, heart pounding with

concern.

The moment I stepped in, I froze.

Viktor was completely naked, standing under the shower spray. Water cascaded down his sculpted chest, over the defined lines of his abs, and lower… My eyes widened at the sight of his cock-long, thick, heavily veined, and already half-hard. It looked shockingly familiar.

Oh my goodness!

I squeaked in shock and spun around immediately, my face burning. “Sorry! I didn’t know. I thought something happened

to you.”

“I’m fine now,” he said, his voice still a little rough. “Why don’t you wait for me in the room?”

I nodded quickly, still facing away, and hurried back to the living area. But the image refused to leave my mind. That cook… It looked exactly like Vee’s. The same thickness, the same slight curve, the same prominent veins. No. That was impossible. Just my drunk, horny imagination playing tricks.

I heard the shower turn off. A minute later, Viktor emerged wearing only a pair of loose sweatpants, his hair damp and his chest still glistening with water droplets. He looked much better than this morning, the fever having broken somewhat.

Before I could say anything, I slowly turned my head, curiosity getting the better of me.

Our eyes locked.

He was standing there, one hand gripping his now fully erect cock through the sweatpants, clearly trying to adjust himself. The moment he realized I’d seen, he froze.

“Sorry,” I whispered, embarrassed at being caught staring.

“Nah,” he said, his voice low and a little husky. “I should be the one saying sorry. My cock is hard because you’re here… sol apologize for that.”

I swallowed hard, heat flooding through my body The air bat