His Devious Rule

Making her way towards Alvin from the ensuite, Anya tugged his sleeves. Without high heels, she couldn't reach his ears. Alvin glanced at her slender fingers on his sleeves and looked at her face. He understood she wanted him to lower or sit so that she could speak with him in a low voice.

When was he so obedient?

He held her slim waist with both of his hands and lifted her. Anya gasped, she quickly grabbed his broad shoulders when her heart pounded in her chest. He spun and made her stand on the couch making her taller than him.

"Alvin Ma…" She almost choked on her words and questioned angrily, "Couldn't you ask permission before holding me?" She forgot she could climb on it if he had asked her to.

Alvin looked at his shoulder where she was still clutching him, digging her nails into his jacket. Anya quickly lifted her hands and reasoned, "I-I held you because you lifted me."

"Oh…" was all he responded. He pretended to be leaving and she pulled him back in reflex.

Anya saw a sly smirk appear on his face and felt like slapping her own face. "Never mind." She will conserve her energy instead of arguing with him. "So?"

"So?" He behaved dumb and continued to irritate her.

Anya couldn't understand what was going on in his mind that he was in the mood to play with her. She asked through her teeth with her voice low, "Alvin Matthews, did you perhaps hit your head?"

Alvin was purposefully doing it so that it could help them put on an act of an angry, fighting couple as if they weren't a real couple. But this goofball kept her voice down without showing her anger.

He cleared his throat, he couldn't understand how she managed to speak in such a low voice. Then he tugged her closer and his little force was enough for her to stumble and hold his shoulder afraid of falling on him.

Hearing her snort near his ear, he tried to keep his voice down, "Another one is at your right at the ceiling." The second camera covers the whole room including the door of the bathroom and the entrance of the room.

Anya had expected Harper's team wouldn't leave a blind spot so easily and realized her guess was right. The camera at the night lamp was to record a couple on the bed whereas the other two cameras were installed in a way that leaves no blind spot. So they have to choose her plan or cook up a new plan quickly.

'Ahem,' She cleared her throat thinking about her plan. She couldn't believe she came up with that plan, but that is what a suitable plan she found with a quick brainstorm.

'Anya Owen, you can do it. Bear with it once more.' She encouraged herself to behave as if it won't matter to her.

Sensing her hesitation to speak, he pushed his head back and looked at her face. He was curious why she was pink in shame. Before he could realize he was too close to her pretty face, her eyes widened she went back and uneasily stood.

'Holy-' Anya who recalled him in her bathtub felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. What was her sin? Her five years of struggles felt nothing in front of this sea of awkwardness.

Alvin patiently watched her every reaction. What could make her go pink to red? He was cent percent sure she wasn't blushing in shyness for being close. He guessed it might be because she was thinking about something.

Anya forced herself to stay calm and again coughed lightly to clear her throat. She wanted him to turn around, asking him was of no use, she reluctantly reached his shoulder and turned him around. To her surprise, he didn't protest.

Seeing him standing like an unmoving statue, she had to go closer behind him and tried to stay calm and asked in a low voice, "C-could you take a shower?" She paused and breathed for completing the first part of the plan. The most embarrassing was coming next.

Alvin: "..."

Alvin wanted to check if his ear was functioning right. Did his Little Donut ask him to shower for something naughty? He quickly brushed off the thought. She wasn't like that.

Does he smell anything odd? He itched to smell himself but controlled.

He turned to her as he asked before she could continue, "Little Donut, your words mean a lot of things. So which one are you referring to?"

'Mean a lot of things?' She was curious to know what those were as she just asked him to shower. What else was there in it other than the literal meaning?

Anyway, seeing the playful smirk on his face, she concluded as he was teasing her. Since the next part was harder, she forced him to turn around and breathe through her mouth.

Alvin was smart to realize the next part was more interesting so he waited for her sweet voice.

Anya continued, "When the steam fills the room, it will blur the camera lens installed in the bathroom. I will sit near the bathtub and hack the network." Although she managed to say in a monotone, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

Alvin's eyebrows lifted hearing the main part, she will have to be inside the bathroom when he will take shower. He didn't know if he should laugh at her or get angry for being sacrificed in front of a camera.

Before he could react to it, he sensed her hopelessness in her tone to change the topic. "The camera is at the opposite end so it covers the bathroom and the door leaving no blindspot. We can't intentionally cover it there or here." She ended her words in a sharp tone, pretending to be unbothered.

Alvin tried to turn but she suddenly held his head to stop him. He accepted being a sacrificial lamb and wanted to laugh at her state where her body was reacting to her emotions and her voice stark contrast to it.

In the mood to tease, he snaked his left arm around her waist, swiftly rolled her down to his arms, cradling her head in his right palm.

"Ahhh…" Anya involuntarily shrieked, unable to discern what just happened. She squeezed her eyes shut while waiting for the pain.

Her body was steady on his strong arm as if a baby was cradled in arms. Her legs were barely touching the sofa so she couldn't stand back.

Annoyed for being played like a toy, she opened her eyes and he summarized her plan, "In short, you want to watch me shower."

Anya: "..."

Anya's face flushed bright red as though all the blood rushed to her face. She wasn't a pervert to have such thoughts. Flustered, she didn't know what to say, "W-who the hell w-wants to see you? I-It's the p-p..." She stumbled at her words yet remembered she shouldn't say anything out loud which might raise suspicion for the people who might be watching them.

Alvin tried to control but throaty laughter slipped his lips looking at her state. He was amazed that she could think rationally for her work when her mind was in a complete mess with just the thought.

Red-faced, Anya felt her heart skip a beat hearing his hearty laughter. He wasn't faking it, she could see his genuine lightheartedness on his face. Nevertheless, she was buried in awkwardness. She lightly punched his chest and challenged, "Fine, let me hear you."

Alvin helped her stand on the floor as he gave a thought to avoid her being embarrassed to death. Since there is one camera in the ensuite and two in the bedroom, it was better to choose the ensuite. Also, the devices and laptop were in the ensuite.

The camera has to be covered in an unintentional method to avoid suspicion, since the camera was installed on the wall, they couldn't just throw a cloth as it will fall. How else could they cover the camera lens?

They could pretend to be throwing water at each other, but why would a newlywed couple do that?  And it would be odd for them to act like that.

Froth? For that, he or she has to use the bathtub. Sending Anya was out of the plan without question. He wasn't a kid to play with the soap foam.

Likewise, he thought for a whole minute with different options while she eagerly waited for a better plan. Alvin felt her plan was the best as the cabins in the ship had proper air vents.

When he looked at her, he saw her hopeful gaze turn somber, showing her reluctance to her plan. He tried to change her mood, "Let me sacrifice myself for you." He sounded like he was going to die for her.

He went towards the ensuite and heard her mutter under breath, "I am the one who is being tortured."

Why does she have to be around him again when he will be naked?

Why doesn't he have any shame? She couldn't believe he agreed to take shower when she had to be in the ensuite.

Recalling something, Anya squealed before he could step inside the bathroom. "Wait…"

She ran inside the ensuite hearing him tease, "Are you planning to join me in the shower, Little Donut?"

Anya: "..."

She grabbed the robe and turned to him. She recalled Krystle's dialogue and snickered, "Why not? If you don't want your precious thing to be safe, I will help you make it disabled."

Alvin: "..."

Her every word and tone was of Krystle's even though she didn't shout like Krystle. However, he didn't know if Krystle could do as she said, but this little woman could surely do.

She threw the bathrobe at him and commanded, "Change it and come inside." She shut the door on his face.

Alvin stood speechless at his thought, 'Was she going to be in the bathtub?'  Not just her, his thought ran back to the time he put on the nightdress on her, the feel of her supple skin against his palms.

He furrowed pondering what was wrong with him that he was recalling about what he shouldn't. She will run away if she ever feels a little unsafe next to him.

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