Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

A ding~ sound of an oven makes the previously day dreaming Neva to gain back consciousness—informing her about the time that elapsed.

She abruptly places down the novel she had been engrossed in and gets off the white marble kitchen counter. Hastily wearing the oven mitts, she clicks a button to turn off the cooking cycle. Swiftly taking the tray out, the smell of freshly baked chocolate cookies, floats in her nose, tingling her senses tingle. She smiles, satisfied.

"I'm back~" Out of nowhere, a loud manly sing-songing voice resonates throughout the apartment.

She waits for him inside the kitchen, placing the hot cookies on a steel cooling rack. Laying it on the dining table to let it cool.

"Angel I'm back!" Rhett happily hops inside the kitchen, grinning seeing his beloved's face. 

"I see, I see," Neva responds, nodding casually.

Rhett's gaze lands on the fiery hot chocolate cookies.

"Is it done?" Rhett glances at her, to which Neva nods in response.

Rashly throwing around the groceries the bewitched man shuffles towards her.

Bending his back, he iinitially inhales them deeply, "Hmm, smells sooo good,"

Just when he curls his fingers to devour the appetizing cookies—Neva's hand slaps his own.

"Oww! Why?" He exclaims, rubbing his right dorsal hands with his left palmer side.

"It's hot," Neva warns. "Oh..." Rhett nods in realization.

"How long will it take to cool down?" He pouts.

"It will soon." Saying, Neva saunters towards the abandoned grocery bags, dispositioned on the floor messily.

"Have you brought everything I asked?" Neva probes, walking towards the dining table with the grocery bags in her grip.

"Yes!" He replies, nodding repeatedly.

"Angel, I can't wait. I want to munch on them now!" Rhett complains, just like a little boy.

"Have patience," she takes the groceries out, one after another—arranging the goods.

With her peripheral vision, she sees him drooling over the cookies. Hardly controlling himself from going all out and gobbling them whole.

She sighs, such a restless guy. Worrying he would burn his mouth she picks up a piece—all the while Rhett's sharp gaze trailing her moves.

It's still really heated. But nothing she cannot handle. She blows on it, for several seconds later. She brings the cookie near Rhett's mouth.

Who obediently hasn't touched any of them, yet...

"Try it," Neva apprises. His eyes brightens up, melting her heart like an ice-cream.

Closening, Rhett bites the whole thing in. His lips grazing her slender fingers, Neva feels shivers running down her spine.

He dramatically closes his eyes in delight, moaning in pleasure, the warm chocolate's wet moisture melting in his mouth.

"Is it good?" Neva asks, biting her lips. Rhett nods, appearing to be in daze.

"Took me to heaven!" He exclaims, licking his lips.

Neva chuckles, continuing rranging the groceries.

"Rhett where's the packet of rice?" Crossing her arms over the chest she glares at the clueless guy.

"Rice? It must be there," He shrugs.

"It isn't here. I've checked thrice! You! What will we have for dinner?" Neva rages, scowling at him.

"Did I forget? Well then, chocolate cookies for dinner." Rhett suggests, grinning happily.

Neva fumes irritated. "Go back to the store or else no dinner for you!"

Rhett's eyes widens alike a disc. "No! You're cruel! I'm worn out. Why don't we just eat cookies?"

The space between her brows crumples so hard in anger.

For a long while, the unnamed couple keeps bickering like an old husband and wife...

"You get nothing!" Neva concludes, preparing a jar.

"I'm sorry," Rhett falsely cries out.

---

After a lot of trouble and quarelling over who goes to fetch tonight's dinner. Neva finally makes a choice. 

"Why are you tailing me now?" Neva inquires while fixing her scarf.

"What would I do if some bad guys kidnapped you? Young lady, don't you fear?!" Rhett reasons with wide eyes.

Neva glancing at him huffs, exhausted to squabble for today.

Having made it to the convenience store, Neva is busy inspecting the variety of packed rice, as Rhett walks beside her close, pushing the cart.

Although, this evening, Rhett was unusually guarded. His prodigious senses alerting him of someone creeping in on them.

"Rhett do you need anything else?" Neva asks.

"No, have you finished?" Rhett returns.

She nods, she frowns, something was off about him today. "Is something wrong?" 

Rhett smiles at her and shakes his head. "If you're done, let's leave."

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Alas, Neva and Rhett reaches their apartment building. The whole way from the store to here, he knew someone was following them.

"You head back in first, I have to make a call." He says, opening the door for her.

"Alright, don't take too long or else the cookies will be gone." She giggles, sauntering inside.

"No fair!" Rhett exclaims, deception is what he feels.

After making sure she is inside safe, he trudges down the stairs of the porch. Heading towards a secluded area within the compound, he grabs out the hidden pistol out his jeans.

"Get out," He exhorts in a threatening voice.

A shadowy figure, concealed in the dark, slyly crawls out into the dim light. Covered in black, head to toe. His lowered head, and masked face hidden behind the hood.

"What do you want?" The firearm aimed straight at his head, he urges impatient.

The tall, slenderly built man pulls down his hood and removes the mask, revealing himself.

Rhett forrows his eyebrows. Lowering the weapon he sighs agitated.

"Explain Ace," Rhett demands harshly.

His lips curves up in the ends as he strolls towards Rhett.

"Damn Boss, did you get a girlfriend?!" The man named Ace asks, his grin widening, flashing all his pearly white teeths.

Placing the gun back Rhett sighs deeply. "Courting death?" He glares at him.

"Boss were you scared? Damn! Your woman's insane hot!" Ace exclaims, his blue eyes glinting.

With a glide of his hand to fetch the dagger strapped securely in the ankle inside his jeans he flings the blade at the blabbering guy. "Don't you dare!"

The dagger flying towards him, Ace doesn't spare a flinch, rather he lleisurely ceases the handle between his grip, avoiding the blade from stabbing his head miserably.

Hinting his anger, he raises both his arms in defense.

"I was just kidding, I don't dare steal a lover from Leader Czar." He shrugs his shoulders, still grinning.

"Don't fuck with me," Rhett spits out coldly, then he turns to leave.

"Wait Boss! Elk send me here," Ace says, halting his steps.

"I'm on leave." He remarks without turning around.

"The rest of us are here. Boss Elk won't let us be if you don't relent." Ace reacts, beseeching.

"I don't care,"

"Elk promised to pay extra." Ace exults, begging, almost tearing up. He's always squeezed between those two.

"Pawky Elk still thinks I'd lick his greasy nose?'' Rhett scoffs, he glances at Ace over his shoulder. "Inform the old man to kindly fuck off!"

The dumbfounded Ace left behind, he shakes his head—and pulls the hood over his head.

Glancing one last time at the apartment Rhett dissapeared within, he smacks his lips and turns around to leave the compound.

With each slow strides his mind battles, mentally preparing to defend himself with with his other Boss's oncoming rage.