Chapter 145: 145: Not Out- Shaming me
"What do you mean?" Eden raised an eyebrow.
He couldn’t believe that Elvis, of all people, was worried that he was making sexual advancements toward his brother he didn’t even seem to care about.
And the fact that he was already making speculations on it without having found anything—he didn’t know how to interpret it.
"And why would you be worried about me being with your brother?" he added.
"I’m just saying," Elvis replied.
Eden paused, his eyes on Elvis as he slowly walked up to him.
A smile curled on his lips as he placed a hand over his chest. "Don’t tell me you’re actually... jealous?"
Elvis paused. His eyes were still on Eden. He scoffed as he looked down at Eden’s fingers running along his chest.
"And why would I be jealous...?" He looked into his eyes. "When I can easily keep you away from him?"
"You can?" Eden raised an eyebrow. "How?"
They were quiet, staring into each other’s eyes—Eden’s hand on Elvis’s chest and Elvis’s eyes on him.
"You should keep your distance from him, and you should also keep your distance from my mother."
Eden paused.
He guessed Elvis was keeping an eye on him. He knew that he knew what he was up to and was certainly curious to know what he was really after.
He scoffed. "Just as I thought, you were stalking me."
"Of course I have to keep an eye on you so you don’t make any further mess."
"Is that so? Then I feel honoured." Eden turned, strolling around the room. "But you don’t have to worry too much. Because there’s nothing chaotic happening."
"It’s just me trying to get along with everyone. Including your dear mother." He turned, now smiling at Elvis.
Elvis stared. "Why? Why do you want to get close to my mother?"
"We’re already close and potentially lovers in the eyes of all. So why won’t I get close to my mother-in-law at least?" Eden smiled.
Elvis’s eyes were still cold. "What lovers? Don’t you think you should have a little shame at least?"
"I don’t need it." Eden folded his arms. "So you don’t have to worry about anything. It’s not like I’m stealing anything from you."
"It better be that way." Elvis walked past him. Heading to his wardrobe, he opened it and started going through it.
"Why did you call me then, Your Highness?" Eden stood behind him.
"I called you to do your job. Or don’t you want to?" Elvis still had his eyes on the wardrobe. "Or have you forgotten your job?"
Eden paused. "Huh? You want me to undress you?"
Elvis paused. "Do you have to make it sound like that?"
Eden walked up to him. "Isn’t that what it is?"
"I have somewhere to be. And I’m too weak to get ready, so you should at least do your job. Don’t you think so?"
Eden paused. Elvis was asking him to dress him up??
What the hell was going on here??
The Elvis he knew was one to escape from such a thing by all means. He wasn’t one to demand such a thing at all.
He wondered why he had suddenly asked for this service now.
"Sure." And Eden wasn’t one to back down.
He had a feeling that Elvis was testing him again. Or planning something with this. And he wasn’t one to back down, even though he knew.
He would help him to the end.
"Okay. Sure. What do I help with?"
Elvis stared at him for a while. Eden couldn’t tell what ran through his head, but he could feel that he was a bit shocked by how fast he had agreed to his demands.
"Do the job then." Elvis turned, heading to the window side while leaving Eden to do the selecting.
Eden casually ran his hands through the wardrobe filled with endless clothes. "What occasion is it?"
"Formal," Elvis casually said.
"Okay." Eden’s hands finally met with a golden attire he believed was suitable, so he took it.
Eden walked up to him from behind. "I’m ready." He dropped the clothes on the bed. "Now I’ll have to undress you, Your Highness."
Elvis paused, his eyes staring through the window as though he was deep in thought.
"Okay." He finally replied as he stretched out his hands, ready for Eden to undress him.
Eden smiled. He now stood behind him as he slowly grabbed the neckline of the robe. Then he slowly began pulling it down.
Slowly, he exposed Elvis’s body—his back figure, naked, well-built. Perfect curves of lining that could easily arouse anyone.
Eden had pulled the robe down halfway. He paused as his eyes laid on Elvis’s back. He found himself admiring it.
"What? Are you already lusting over me from behind?" Elvis said.
And it came to Eden as a surprise. He didn’t expect that from him at all.
Those words weren’t what he believed Elvis would say. At least having met and been with him for a while, he knew Elvis wasn’t one to give room for such lewd situations and words.
Eden casually smiled it off. "Your back view looks so good, I’m already tempted to feel it with my fingers. Run my hands down from your backbone outline to your buttocks."
"..."
Eden had said such words to see Elvis’s reaction. He was expecting an outburst of irritation from him.
But Elvis didn’t.
Rather, Elvis replied, "Are you even sure you can handle me from behind?"
"...."
Eden was now the one left shocked.
He blinked as he stared at Elvis’s hair. "Are you sure you want to test that, Your Highness? Because I’m pretty sure I can handle anything, no matter how big it can be."
Eden wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t letting anyone get more shameless and vulgar than him in situations like this. He believed he was the master of it, so he was going to take it to the end.
"If you want, Your Highness, we can actually run a test here and now."