Mr know it all

　　Irena's POV

　　I woke up to find Alexey awake, watching me.

　　“you're a fucking creep,” I said, my voice was a little hoarse from sleep. Was calling him a creep for watching me, when I spent some minutes watching him while he slept. I was a fucking hypocrite. I checked the time, it was past one. I have been asleep for three hours, interesting.

　　He smirked and I curiously waited for his reply, expecting two things; one was that he was about to say something stupid, or two he knew I watched him sleep.

　　“I'm very sure you watch me sleep,”

　　I snorted. “and what makes you think so?” I plan on totally denying his claims.

　　“I know so,” he emphasized the word 'know' as if it was some sort of correction or proof of his sureness.

　　“And you know so because?” I was very sure that he was going to say something to annoy me.

　　“I know because I am a man you can’t resist and I kinda caught you staring at me while I slept,” oh earth! Open up and swallow me now, I would rather be somewhere else than here at the moment.

　　“No, I wasn't,” I quickly denied. I keep doing this thing where I instantly deny his claims, further proving him right.

　　“it's cute how you try to deny these things,” he was smiling at me fondly.

　　“I'm not trying to deny anything Alexey, and I'm not about to have another couple,” I made air quotes when I said the couple, “banter with you,”

　　He smirked, “oh, so you see us as a couple yeah?” It was as if everything says fuels him.

　　“heck no!” I dismissed it quickly. “the last thing I see us as is a couple,”

　　There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but he was quick to hide it. “why?”

　　I sighed and rolled my eyes in frustration, “do I have to repeat all that again? I've told you before and repetition is not something I'm fond of,” he was being annoyed and in a way the way he has been acting towards me lately made me have second thoughts. What if he’s changing? Would he actually change because of me? Or no; is he changing because of me?

　　“I understand,” he deadpanned.

　　I hummed in reply.

　　He came out of the sheets and stood up. He yawned and stretched, flexing his muscles in the process. I had forgotten that he was completely naked under the sheets and my face heated up when my eyes landed on his flaccid dick.

　　My, my! I would always be impressed by how huge he was.

　　I have seen naked men all my life and still couldn’t explain to myself why I was blushing after seeing Alexey naked. I felt so many things that I didn’t understand around him and it was frustrating because the more I try to fight these feelings, the more they intensify. How will I be able to stay away from him after today? This happens to be the last day and last time I would spend time with him or see him, I cannot afford to put his life in danger.

　　“Like what you see?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.

　　I realized that I have been staring at him for long seconds now. He was such a corky and confident bastard, but to be honest I loved it.

　　“fuck you,” I retorted, trying to hide my blushing face.

　　He smirked even more, “I plan to do that later,” his eyes ran down the length of my body, even though I was completely covered by the sheets, I still felt naked under his lustful gaze and I love the feeling of relish it gave me.

　　“Would you put on some clothes?" I requested, laughing. I secretly wish he wouldn't, I would enjoy seeing him walking naked.

　　He looked at me, with a false hurt expression on his face. "Are you saying that you don't enjoy seeing me naked?" He placed his hands on his chest.

　　I stared at him in disbelief, "it's amazing how you managed to come up with that conclusion," dramatic fuck.

　　He picked his joggers lying carelessly on the floor along with the rest of our clothes that we had taken off in the rush of the moment.

　　He gave me a knowing glance as he wore his pants and I smiled and shook my head, having nothing to say to him.

　　"I'll go get us something to eat," he said heading towards the door.

　　Great, I was already feeling hungry.

　　After he left, I stood up and tore my t-shirt. I couldn't wear my shorts because they were stained with my pussy juice. I needed to pee and take my bath, and so I went to his bathroom. The bathroom smelt like Alexey and I subconsciously kept on inhaling.

　　After peeing, I took my bathroom, intentionally bathing in his bathroom because I wanted to use his body wash and shampoo. I wanted his scent on me for some time.

　　When I was done bathing, I wrapped myself with one of his large towels and stepped out of the bathroom. I felt too lazy to go back to my room which was just next to his to get a change of clothes, and so I decided to remain wrapped in the towel for some time.

　　I walked around the room, looking at pictures on the wall. Almost all of them were pictures of Alexey's younger self, and the only other pictures were still of a younger version of himself surrounded by children who were probably of the same age or younger.

　　There were no pictures of his parents or relatives. He told me that he was from Belgium and was adopted as a kid, but he never told me what happened to his parents.

　　I had many questions, were his parents dead then?

　　What about relatives? Weren't there any of his relatives willing to take care of him?

　　Judging from the fact that there were no pictures of Alexey's parents or relatives on the wall, it was only safe to assume that his parents were dead, and he was never close to any of his relatives. Or maybe he never had relatives, I've seen many situations like that.

　　I walked to the table in his room and found a drawer, which I opened. There was a picture of Alexey and a very beautiful lady, she was planting a kiss on his cheek.

　　I wonder who that is?

　　One of Alexey's exes?

　　"What are you doing?"