Chapter 137
Chapter Title: Uncomfortable Situations
The contents of the box were far from what Myra had expected. It was a collection of adult toys, and the first thing she saw was a revealing set of lace lingerie, its black strings unmistakably attention-grabbing. The items beneath it were even more embarrassing, varied in length and shape—things she had never imagined she’d see in her own home.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Myra’s phone rang at that exact moment, making her jump. Her hand trembling, she accidentally answered it on speakerphone. The woman’s voice on the other end was suggestive and unapologetically open. “Miss Stark, I presume you’ve received the goods? The cable and CDs have been prepared according to Estelle’s instructions. Enjoy.”
The phone call ended with a click, leaving the air thick with tension. Myra felt like the floor might swallow her up. A long, dreadful silence passed before Sebastian, his face crimson with embarrassment and fury, huffed in disgust and stormed out, muttering under his breath.
Myra stood frozen before the box, too embarrassed to move. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her face flushed bright red. The last thing she wanted was to explain what was clearly an embarrassing mistake. Estelle’s thoughtless gesture had just turned her life upside down.
Tony, however, found it all amusing. He wrapped his arms around Myra, drawing her into his embrace. His voice was soft, yet filled with a teasing comfort. “It’s all right,” he assured her, sensing her discomfort. “The old man knows you didn’t buy it. Don’t worry.”
“But it’s so embarrassing,” Myra murmured, still reeling from the situation. She had never wanted to be in such an awkward spot, especially not with Sebastian, of all people, witnessing it. “What if he thinks… he’ll think I’m some kind of pervert.”
Tony chuckled, his grip tightening as he gently pulled her closer. “It’s not shameful, you know. You can always use these things on your own.”
“Tony! Hart!” Myra couldn’t help but lash out, pushing him away in mock indignation. Her face was burning, and she felt like she might explode. “How dare you!” she fumed, feeling more embarrassed by the second.
Without waiting for his reply, she fled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. As soon as she was inside, she grabbed her phone and called Estelle. When her friend answered, Myra barely held back from shouting.
“Estelle! What the hell did you buy me?” she yelled into the phone.
Estelle, sounding far too pleased with herself, responded, “I’m just spicing things up for you and Tony. I thought you might be nervous, so I made sure to add some CDs with horror movies, too. You don’t have to thank me, darling.”
Myra’s face twisted with frustration. “Thank you? I’m going to kill you, Estelle!” She hung up in anger and threw the phone onto the bed, burying herself under the blankets. She couldn’t escape her embarrassment.
Outside, Tony stood by the box, his expression unreadable as he stared at it. Then, his gaze moved toward the bedroom door, and for a moment, he smirked, amused by the chaos.
By the time Myra awoke, the sun had long set, casting a dusky light over the apartment. She rubbed her eyes groggily, realizing that she had been asleep for hours. As she made her way out of the bedroom, she saw a laptop on the coffee table with an ashtray beside it, already containing a few cigarette butts. Tony wasn’t in sight, but she could tell he was close.
Following the sound of his voice, she spotted him on the balcony, talking on the phone. He looked effortlessly handsome in his white shirt and black pants, his dark brown slippers a comforting reminder that he had made himself at home. Myra felt an unexpected sense of peace watching him from behind.
When he turned and caught her staring, a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips, and Myra felt her heart skip. He finished his phone call, hung up, and walked toward her.
“Awake, finally?” he asked, his voice warm and inviting.
She blushed, uncomfortable with how easy it was to be drawn to him. “I… I don’t know why I fell asleep,” she stammered, still adjusting to the new rhythm of things between them.
Tony’s eyes softened as he held her waist, guiding her to the couch. He kissed her forehead gently. “I’ve taken care of the box, don’t worry. I still have some business to finish. You should go ahead and make dinner for us, okay?”
His voice was so tender that Myra couldn’t help but agree, nodding as she stared into his eyes. “Okay.”
As he retreated to the couch, Myra couldn’t help but notice how magnetic he was, even while working. His focus was sharp, but there was something undeniably sexy about how he moved, how he looked at the screen, the way he tapped the table lightly, even when he smoked.
Shaking her head, she laughed at herself. Since when did she become so captivated by him?
As she began preparing dinner, Myra couldn’t deny how she felt: drawn to him, charmed by him, and—if she was being honest—starting to feel like he was already part of her life.
After dinner, Myra cleaned up the kitchen. When she returned to the living room, she was taken aback by the sight of a suitcase opened on the floor. Inside were Tony’s clothes and other personal items, clearly placed there in preparation for his stay.
Myra’s heart skipped. She suddenly recalled that Tony had mentioned he’d be staying over tonight.
She flushed, thinking about what Estelle had said: “A man and a woman in the same room…”
But before she could ponder further, she heard Tony’s voice from outside the bathroom, low and filled with anticipation.
“Myra?”
His voice sounded deeper, slightly rougher than usual, like he’d been waiting for her.
Myra’s breath hitched. “I’m taking a shower,” she called back, immediately regretting it. The way her voice had cracked must have been obvious.
Tony, however, wasn’t fooled. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and teasing. “I’ll wait for you to come out.”
After a pause, he added with a hint of mystery, “When you’re done, I need to talk to you.”
Myra’s heart raced. It seemed like tonight was going to be full of surprises.