The Marvelous Elijah's Return

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The room was quiet for a while, and Elijah studied Bryan’s eyes, wondering if he was someone he wanted to risk the act of “mess around and find out” with at such a crucial moment in bis life 

“Understandable, and I respect your decision… But if I am not involved in some deep shit?” Bryan asked, arching a brow challengingly. Peeking at Matt again, Elijah hesitated, but when Matt twitched his brows slightly, he faced Bryan and said, “Then you got yourself a deal.” “Well, I can drink to that,” Bryan said with a small smile as he picked up Elijah’s glass and reached it out to him. 

But Matt tried to grab the glass and accidentally spilled it all over Elijah’s coat, and when he noticed that, he exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! Sorry, sir!” “It’s fine,” Elijah said, reaching over for a napkin, and patting down his shirt and pants, 

“I am sorry. I should have known better than to serve you a glass of wine that has been pulled without your presence.” Bryan apologized quickly, feeling glad that it was a clear wine and it didn’t leave a nasty stain on the jacket. 

Scowling at Bryan, Matt narrowed his eyes at him and said, “I am glad you know… I am sorry, but for security reasons, I can’t let you serve him anything not sealed or properly labeled, sir.” 

Knowing exactly what Matt was talking about, Bryan nodded, understanding that the fact he knew Elijah’s real identity made him a potential threat, and it was going to take time for that to change, and things to ease between them. 

That is why he didn’t want to be honest with Elijah at first because he feared that he would be less trusted. 

But that didn’t bother Bryan because he knew nothing satisfactory happens without effort, lots of sweat, tears, and blood, and that is why he had to be sincere. After all, in it all, trust is the most important element. 

“I should get home. I hate how I stink with the scent of alcohol.” Elijah mumbled after a few seconds of awkward silence. 

Then he stood from the leather couch and said, “Thank you for having me, Bryan. It’s somewhat a relief to know your reason for wanting to help me.” 

“Will this meeting be the last of its kind?” Bryan asked and leaned back in his seat, feeling worried. 

paused for several long moments before nodding slowly, saying, “I

and shook it, and said, “Goodbye for now.” With her head resting on the counter, Peach looked at the wall clock in

and how it was getting dark outside, but her mind was racing with thoughts of him, even

a crush on Elijah… A crushi… It started as a small

stronger every

he just got divorced… that he’s her cousin’s ex-husband, that it

is something that scared her. She was afraid of

that though?” Peach whispered, covering her face with

head to see Elijah and Matt, walking into the lobby. Standing to her feet, Peach wiped her hands on her pajama pants nervously and walked over to them, but then the smell of strong alcohol aroma on Elijah made her frown and furrowed her eyebrows as

with a weak smile.

off, leaving Peach pouting after him as she mumbled, “Liar.”

got undressed and headed to the shower to wash the smell of alcohol off him before getting dressed into a

on his door made

opened it, Peach was standing there looking at him, holding a bottle of water and pills in her hands.

don’t take some pills to help with the headache,” Peach informed him, handing him the bottle of water and the pills. But Elijah didn’t accept it and just stared into her eyes for what felt like forever to Peach, and she nervously smiled awkwardly, mumbling, “What? Do I have something on my face?” “How can you be a filthy rock, when when I look into your eyes all I see is diamonds,” Elijah whispered, not taking his gaze off her as she blinked repeatedly, wondering what was happening ‘Is he drunk talking?’ Peach thought, shaking her head and smiling, but she was still nervous. But her eyes suddenly widened when Elijah rested his palm on her cheek, his gaze still locked onto hers, and he slowly leaned closer until their lips were only inches apart. Feeling his breath touching

from his breath didn’t reek of alcohol, and she whispered, “You are not drunk, are you?” When Elijah slowly shook his head, Peach subconsciously tiptoed to meet his lips and claimed them,

every inch of her body was aroused, and the bottom dropped from her hands along with the pills, hitting the

sorry,” Peach whispered, realizing what she had done, and lowering

in his hand and lifted her head so they could meet each other’s eyes, and as their gazes met, Elijah didn’t hold back and pulled her close by her hips, his eyes never leaving hers, claiming her lips as he kissed her deeply, pressing himself harder

were now in the hallway, and anyone could see them at any second. But Peach wasn’t caring, because his kisses were making her dizzy, and she could taste the faint traces of mint on his tongue, and she knew he had brushed his teeth just now.