Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 36: The Meeting

Chapter 36: The Meeting
KIAN
Can people develop a habit in two days? If so, then I have developed a forbidden habit in two mornings. The habit is: cuddling Lain.
Well, I have conflicted feelings about this. Lain feels so nice and warm against my skin, and he fits in my arm so perfectly that it almost feels like he was tailor-made for me.
I have never thought that I would be interested in sleeping—much less cuddling—with someone after I am done fucking them. But there is something about Lain. He has the most delicious scent I have ever smelled. He is softer than half the female population. He is not too tiny like most other women. He is just the perfect size.
In other words, sleeping with Lain brings me comfort. I can’t deny it.
I bury my head in the crook of Lain’s neck, breathing in the soothing scent of cherry blossom and fresh spring. My arms tighten around him for a smidge before I pull away and let go. Lain is a heavy sleeper. He wouldn’t wake up until I woke him up, and I won’t do it.
The warm sunlight is filtering through the curtains and spilling into the vast expanse of the room, warming it up. I can hear the faint chirping of birds in the distance. The upper part of the fortress is still silent as ever. Nobody is allowed to come to this part of the fortress because it is my personal quarter. Every work is taken care of on the main floor.
I have an early morning today because there is the military parliament meeting today at the fortress. I will see my father again there, but hopefully,, my aunt will be there as well. I will just avoid doing anything suspicious in front of Victor.
Jennifer is the prime minister of the military parliament and my father is the speaker. Both are two individuals I can’t avoid even if I want to.
I wash up and get ready for the meeting. I look at myself in the mirror. It’s weird. Witnessing myself to change. The changes are small yet prominent. As if someone is changing my soul from the core. And the person responsible for these changes is lying on my bed, sleeping peacefully.
It’s funny how he feels safe around his predator and funny how I make him feel safe around me. It’s not intentional. It’s natural.
I walk out of the room after I am done checking for flaws—finding none as usual—and close the door behind me with a soft click, careful not to wake him up. I look up and I am instantly met with the sharp blue eyes of Jennifer.
"It’s you." I acknowledge, my face and voice neutral.
"Good thing it is just me." Jennifer says in an admonishing tone, "What do you think making that boy sleep with you in your room? What if someone sees you?"
"What about it?" I answer half-absent-mindedly as Jennifer and I start to walk toward the dining hall. She is very tall to be a woman but she is still a few inches shorter than me.
"Are you that clueless, Kian?" She looks resigned, "Lain is supposed to be your captive, you can’t get...too close with him like he is your friend or something."
"He still is just a captive, and he will stay that way in the future as well." He is going to be anything but my friend though I have a feeling that he knows and understands me like nobody else does. "You don’t have to be worried about it, aunt." My expression is blank, showing nothing of what’s going on inside me. I, too, can’t put a finger on this restless feeling storming inside my chest. "I have it under control."
Jennifer asses me for a bit before nodding, "Alright, just don’t come begging for help when something goes south or your father finds Lain. He first executes then thinks."
This is the reason I don’t want my father to see Lain. He is a captive, which means the moment he sees him, he will execute him without mercy. Not that he has any, anyway. And if he gets to know that I strive to be the reason for Lain’s fall, he will hold it over my head and use it to get me to do anything and everything. I can’t let that happen. I am the most powerful person in this Kingdom and I plan to stay that way.
After breakfast, the meeting begins. The military officials act like this is some sort of huge deal and make a fuss over it but in reality, counting the lines in my palm is more entertaining than attending this meeting. All old flocks trying to figure out some trivial matters that concern only them. They are nothing but a bunch of selfish rotten old people who think about nothing but their luxury.
There are sometimes a few major issues of the citizens of the Kingdom that are discussed. And thanks to my aunt—the prime minister—and me the problems are solved without too much effort.
However, today’s topic of the board is: the tragedy of Mr. Norlen’s estate. And all I can do is sit at the end of the long table with a stern face and resist the irresistible urge to roll my eyes and say, ’Fuck it.’ and go to my room and dive inside the sheets with Lain. But hell, I am not supposed to do that.
Time passes and I zone in and out of my own mind as the officials discuss something among themselves. I can’t even decipher what they are saying at this point. I know I will be in trouble if someone asks me any questions about it. But still, I couldn’t care less.
"What do you say, Commander?" Mr. Fisher, an official, refers to me, and I am pulled back into the thick-aired meeting hall.
I don’t show it though. I look at Jennifer across the table, seeking my last resort. Jennifer takes the hint, carefully hides her face with her palm, and mouths, "The cult."