CHAPTER 183: MY HEARTBEAT.

"Come on, babe, stop teasing me," Charles purred, placing his hands between his legs as he forced himself to rise from his seat.

Swiftly, he walked over to a young female waitress, who smiled and directed him to the restroom.

After fixing himself, Charles returned to the dining area, where Augustine sat waiting, a mischievous spark still dancing in his eyes.

Charles sank back into his seat, a strained smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Shall we continue?" he asked, voice laced with mock innocence.

Augustine nodded, eyes gleaming. "Absolutely."

They resumed their meal, playfully teasing each other between bites, laughter soft and secretive as if the whole restaurant didn’t exist.

Eventually, with nearly every dish devoured and only scraps left behind, Augustine exhaled deeply, his gaze still locked on Charles.

"Do you want dessert?" he purred, arching a brow with a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

Charles quickly shook his head, a look of surrender flashing across his face.

"If I eat anything else," he said with a faint groan, "I might just throw up right here on this fancy table."

His tone was honest, but the playful glint in his eyes never faded.

"Ohh... so does this mean that you’re going to throw up if you have me for dessert?" Augustine teased, his voice low and laced with mischief.

Charles’ lips curled into a shy smile as heat rushed to his cheeks, staining them a deep crimson.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly before he exhaled a shaky breath.

"Well... if I’m having you for dessert," he whispered, eyes glinting with a daring spark, "then I guess I can make a little room left inside of me."

"W-what? Pookie, do you literally know what you’re saying?" Augustine asked, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement.

Charles nodded with a confident smirk. "I know exactly what I’m saying, babe. And besides, I’m starting to enjoy teasing you. I’m not insecure about it anymore... so I really don’t mind having you for dessert."

Augustine parted his lips to speak, but no words came out. He was completely tongue-tied, his whole body suddenly ablaze with desire as his heartbeat quickened.

"I... I don’t know why you’re doing this to me," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he fluttered his lashes, visibly flustered.

Charles smirked, slowly lifting his leg from beneath the dining table and stretching it toward Augustine’s knee.

He started by tracing soft, slow circles around it, his movements deliberate and teasing.

Then, with a glint in Charles eye, he let his foot slide upward—traveling slowly, sensually—toward Augustine’s thigh.

’Inhale!’

Augustine drew in a deep, shaky breath, his fingers tightening around the edge of his chair as if anchoring himself.

Charles winked, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "How does it feel to get seduced in such an exposed environment?"

He dragged his foot slowly along Augustine’s thigh until it pressed against the heat of Augustine’s throbbing length, even through the layers of his trouser—sending a wicked shiver down Augustine’s spine.

"Pookie... I can be a jerk sometimes, you know," Augustine rasped, his voice thick with restrained hunger as he fought the urge clawing at his resolve.

"I could bend you over this dining table right now... make you scream my name so loud the whole room would watch in stunned silence—with nothing but heat in their hearts."

Augustine’s gaze darkened, lips twitching into a dangerously tempting smirk.

’Scoff!’

Charles let out a small, mocking laugh, his gaze still locked onto Augustine with undeniable challenge. "Well... I dare you to do that," he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief as his brow arched playfully.

Augustine chuckled, clearing his throat as he tried to hide the flare of desire in his eyes. "Umm... umm," he muttered, his lips curling into a smile. "Let’s go and dance." He suggested, effortlessly changing the topic with a sudden change of pace.

Augustine’s mind raced, knowing that if he didn’t shift the mood now, he might lose himself entirely.

His grip on the edge of the chair tightened, the desire surging through him stronger than before.

It took every ounce of control for Augustine to keep himself composed, but the tension was nearly unbearable.

’Well... perhaps I might lose control today,’ he thought, swallowing hard as the thought of surrendering to the moment tempt him more than ever.

The feet of Charles was caressing the cock of Augustine in a teasing circular motion, and with a swift motion, Augustine drag his chair a bit backwards before rising up from his seat.

He stretched his hands over to Charles. "Come pookie... let’s dance." Augustine murmured, his voice low and inviting. "Let’s make it our moment," he

"Babe, there’s no one dancing so why should we dance? Besides if we do, the eyes of others will be upon us."

Augustine nodded in understanding. "Their eyes might be upon us but that doesn’t mean we have to let that beautiful melody from the piano by that young lady play in vain."

The reply of Augustine sounded quite reasonable, so Charles sighed as he rose from his seat. "What if someone takes pictures of the both of us?"

"Pookie, I don’t care about that. All I care about is dancing with you."

Charles took a deep breath, his hesitation melting away under Augustine’s unwavering confidence as he took Augustine’s hand in his. "Alright, alright. But if we end up all over the tabloids tomorrow, I’m blaming you," he teased, his lips curving into a playful smirk.

Augustine’s laugh was soft but full of warmth, his fingers tightening gently around Charles’s. "Let them talk, babe. I just want to hold you close."

With a shrug, Charles nibbled his lower lip, pinning it beneath his teeth as Augustine led Charles over to the middle of the restaurant where an area had been created for diners to dance.

The soft piano melody swirling around them like an invisible force drawing them together.

Augustine gently placed Charles’s hands on his shoulders before firmly settling his own hands on Charles’s delicate waist.

The crowd faded into the background as Augustine’s hands pull Charles more closer to himself.

Charles relaxed, letting himself sink into the moment.

"Look at me," Augustine whispered in a commanding tone, and Charles’s body responded on its own accord, his eyes lifting until his gaze was locked onto Augustine’s.

They stared at each other for a few split seconds that felt like minutes stretching endlessly.

Then, slowly, they began to sway side to side, their bodies moving in rhythm with the soft melody of the piano.

Their legs shifted gently from one side to the other, never breaking the intense gaze locked between them.

The lady at the piano caught sight of Charles and Augustine swaying together, and a tender smile bloomed across her lips.

Captivated by their intimacy, she let her fingers dance more deliberately over the keys, weaving a richer, more romantic melody that wrapped around the couple like a warm embrace.

"Pookie," Augustine called out, his gaze locked on the amber depths of Charles’s eyes, made even more alluring behind his medicated glasses. "I booked this restaurant on the first day we met. I originally planned to come here for my birthday, but my schedule got crazy." Augustine explained warmly. "Later that evening, I was told I had to book it in advance," he explained softly, not wanting Charles to stay in the dark any longer.

"Also," Augustine continued, his voice low and intimate, "I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you."

A soft blush crept up Charles’s cheeks as he bit his lower lip, his fingers on Augustine’s shoulders slowly intertwining behind his neck. "You did say you felt something... but you weren’t sure if it was love," Charles murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with meaning.

"Yeah," Augustine purred, his voice thick with emotion. "Now I’m certain—what I felt for you was love at first sight, pookie. I love you so much it scares me... and yet, I’m endlessly grateful that fate brought me to you."

"Are you sure you love me that much?" Charles teased, one brow arching as a playful glint danced in his eyes.

Augustine nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I have companies to run, and I worry constantly about growth, profits, expansion—every hour, every minute. But with you... I’m scared, yet certain."

He drew in a deep, shaky breath, then added, voice low and raw, "You’re literally my heartbeat, pookie. Without you, I don’t think my heart would even know how to beat right."

Charles blush as he lean closer to Augustine face, his lips mare inches from that of Augustine’s. "And I love you too babe." He purred, before sealing the lips of Augustine with a kiss that made his heart skipped a bit.

Warning...

Note: The following Chapter contains explicit mature content and is intended for readers aged 18 and above only.