My Baby Boy

Chapter 21 obedience is key

"So, uh, drack.. uhm..." I struggled to form sentences with him so close to finding out my biggest secret.

If he got whiff of Freddy's original scent and not the one I had imprinted on him, he'll start searching and eventually find him.

That's not good, especially since he's so close to actually not really quite hating me as much anymore.

So I can't blow it, I have to get him out of here before I regret it.

"I only wanted to have a talk with you, is all, why? Did I come at the wrong time?" Yes." No, not at all." I smiled, twiddling my thumbs nervously. I couldn't help glancing now and then at the figure on my bed, who hadn't moved an inch thank goodness.

"Is that so? You seem.. tense? Is something the matter?" He eyed me over, before looking over to where my eyes kept glancing.

"Y-yes! Uh.. I mean no! No, no I'm fine." I mentally facepalmed. Gosh, this is so bad, how did I get myself into this situation.
" It's just.. I wasn't quite expecting you of all people."

He nodded slowly. " Are you disappointed?"

I made an incoherent sound, shrugging slightly. I took another peek behind him.
Freddy was still, thank heavens.

"So uhm, what did you want to talk about? We could maybe... Go outside, take a stroll." He looked up at my suggestion.

" Yes. That'll be fine, I don't want anyone eavesdropping on our conversation. " He took a last look around my room, before he was on his way out.
I followed close behind, pulling the door with me after locking it.

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The sun was out today.

It made the morning look much more lively and vibrant.

We walked down the stone path to mother's flower garden. The daffodils were in bloom, and the snapdragons.

I refrained from plucking out one of the blood red roses. I knew how much mom cherished her roses, she'd fly all the way back from Angel Palace if she knew.

Speaking of which, I do miss the Angel Palace. I miss winter and I also miss James and spring. It's a shame we aren't supposed to be too buddy buddy with them since they're our enemes.

"What's on your mind?" Dracula looked to me, his red eyes weren't as intense as usual. It was soft and.. dare I say kind.

I shrugged. "Nothing." I took a seat on the bench, crossing my arms. "You said you wanted to talk, so talk. We're a long way from any eavesdropping ears as far as I know."

He took a seat,—a very close seat, might I add—to me. His smell was, damn, he smelled amazing. I don't know what kind of cologne he wore, or perhaps it's his shampoo.
I tried not to make it obvious I was sniffing to try and identify that scent.
It was musky, almost like sandalwood yes, and something else... Ah! Cedar, that's what it is. But there's another scent.. I know it, but I can't grasp it quite yet.
I leaned closer, pressing my nose to his chest to breath it in.
it was musky amber, sandalwood and sage.
It was absolutely gratifying.
I had to refrain myself from sniffing him like a rabid dog, only, a hand on my right shoulder, pressing me back, was enough to tell me that I was doing just that.

"I'd like to get started, if you don't mind, quit sniffing like a dog looking for it's bone." Dracula's voice was flat, with a hint of amusement.

I blushed, leaning back. I refrained from hiding my face behind my bangs, I knew he would notice that I was embarrassed.
I can't believe I just did that.
It's not like me to lose control so easily, but the scent.. the scent was something else.

I cleared my throat, straightened my shoulders. "So, what is it?" I forced myself to look at him, even though I knew my eyes were faltering slightly.

"I want you to move in with me."
I blinked. Was he joking?
He didn't look like he was bluffing, he had that bold and determined look in his eyes, he always looked that way when he threatens to beat my ass. Maybe he was just kidding.

" You're joking, right? " I laughed aloud, but then I realize he was still staring at me.
Ok, next option.

"You're serious?"

"When have I ever not been serious, jack?" He raised an eyebrow, making me swallow.

" uhm, never. You've never not been erm not serious about anything."

" Then you must move in with me. Pack up all your necessities and bring them into my chambers by tonight. I don't tolerate tardiness, so I don't expect anything out of place, ever. "

What in the actual fuck?

If this were me a few days ago, I'd have caused a fit and scream and yell and shout, but not now. I'm still on my plan to ruining his life just as he did mine, so what if he wants to keep an eye on me by moving me into his bedroom.
Damn he's such a control freak.
But I cant say no, I can't.

" Alright. I'll have my things moved in before you know it." I smiled up at him, doing my best to appear confident even though my insides were in a turmoil. He smiled, before ruffling my hair.

" Good boy. "

My smile faltered, slightly. Good boy?
I'm not sure how I felt about him calling me a.. a good boy.
There was something about the way he said it that made my heart flutter.
He has never once called me that... Have I finally made him proud of me.
Wow, all it took was for me not to go against his orders. So simple, right.

Just never say no to him.

How can I keep that up, if I have a feeling he may ask difficult things of me?

What? I have no idea.

I'm sure whatever it is, I'll do my best not to disappoint.

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