The guard, dressed in black, walked toward the table to grab the knife. “Who sent you to her?”
“No one, I swear, no one.”
“Hm. Then where were you taking her?” The guard asked, playing with the tip of the knife as he slowly approached the man.
“Just somewhere…” he said, crying, unsure of how to explain his intentions.
“You’ll be able to talk after feeding your toes to the hyenas,” the man said, squatting down before him. The sight made the prisoner tremble in fear as the guard grabbed one of his toes.
“I will talk! I will talk!” he shouted quickly in fear, nearly wetting himself.
“Go on,” the guard gestured, still squatting before him.
“I saw the iPhone with her while she was riding at the park. It was a very rare iPhone worth millions, so I thought if I could rob her of it, I’d be very rich,” he rushed through the words, truthfully.
“Is that all? You could have just stolen it, right?”
“Yes,” he nodded, guilt and fear evident in his eyes. “She was a very beautiful lady also, so… l… l…”
“Go on.”
“I wanted to sleep with her too,” he admitted, crying uncontrollably.
“The audacity! You shouldn’t have…” the guard said. “You’ve dug your own grave.” With that, he cut off the man’s smallest toe, causing a deafening scream of pain to escape the prisoner’s lips.
Gael decided to wait for Christian, but since it was getting very late, he was given one of the rooms to stay in, under the belief he would be able to meet him the following day. The mansion was huge, and even if Christian had arrived already, Gael wouldn’t have known unless one of the maids came to inform him.
Just as he was about to settle for the night, he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in,” he permitted, smirking when he saw who it was. She had her shoulders slumped, and her eyes were fixed on the floor.
“Look who it is, Miss Pink.”
She groaned inwardly when he called her that.
“Why have you come?” he asked, sitting down gently with his legs crossed.
“I came to apologize for my rudeness and mistakes. I’m so sorry, Mr. Gael. Deeply sorry.”
“Oh, are you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But I’m not seeing any gesture of you being sorry.”
She fell to her knees, clenching her fists, but she remained humble. “I’ve made so many mistakes towards you, and I’m very sorry. Please don’t tell my master or my lord about it. I can’t lose my job. I have a sibling to take care of,” she said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes.
Gael felt his heart soften, but he wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “Fair enough, but you’ll have to earn my forgiveness,” he said nonchalantly.
“I’ll do anything, anything, my lord.”
He laughed as she called him “my lord,” especially after she had called him a crazy stalker only hours before.
“Anything?” he repeated, nodding and smirking mischievously. Seeing that devilish smirk on his face, she knew she was about to face hell.
He began making numerous requests, ordering her to cook different types of meals. After eating to his satisfaction, he told her to massage his feet. With no choice, she did as he said. But that wasn’t enough-he ordered her to massage his back as well. She was fuming, glaring at him, feeling like knocking him out with a stick, but Gael wasn’t done yet. When she thought it was over, he told her to tell him stories until he felt sleepy.
He made sure her night was nothing but hell. (4:09 am)
Clarisse did not have a good night. She woke up early, disturbed by her restless mind and a hungry stomach. She stood up from the bed, touching her face, which felt rough against her palm. She frowned and walked to the dressing table, rubbing her face with a smooth white cream. Her face was pale, almost ghostly, and her lips stood out starkly against it. Once done, she decided to check the kitchen for something to eat, feeling incredibly hungry.
It was still very early in the morning; the time was past four, so there were no maids around. She quietly walked to the kitchen and saw a figure standing in front of the fridge, facing away from her. She recognized the figure as Christian and was about to call out to him when he turned and shouted upon seeing her.
The feeling of thirst had woken him up. Needing to quench it, he stood up and went to the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of water. After gulping down enough to satisfy his thirst, he turned to put the bottle back when he noticed a presence behind him. He turned quickly, only to see what looked like a ghost-her hair was disheveled, her face pale, and she was dressed in white. He screamed and jumped back in fright.
“It’s me, it’s me,” she quickly said, rushing to him and covering his mouth with her palm. Recognizing her face, he looked at her in surprise and gently lowered her hand from his mouth.
“What are you doing? What’s this on your face?”
She was tempted to laugh at his expression but tried to suppress it, although unsuccessfully. “It’s a smoothing cream. One of the maids told me the other day that it’s for when your face feels rough,” she explained, smiling. “Why, then, are you sneaking around?”
“I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to disturb anyone.”
“What are you doing here at this time?”
Feeling embarrassed, she held her stomach. “I was hungry.”
Christian sighed, looking at her cute, shy demeanor as she averted her gaze. He wasn’t quite comfortable with the way she was looking at him. “I’ll get you something to eat, but first, you need to take that stuff off your face,” he said.
“Why? Does it scare you?” she asked teasingly.
“Me? Scared? Never,” he replied quickly.
“Oh, it doesn’t look like that,” she said, nodding at his face with a mocking chuckle.
“I said I’m not scared. I was just shocked,” he insisted.
“Oh,” she mouthed, and suddenly shouted, “Ghost! Ghost!” Her face looked so terrified that it made it so believable he jumped at her, startled.
He looked where she was pointing, but there was nothing, and then he heard her laughter. Turning back at her in disbelief, he asked, “Was that… a prank?”
“You need to see your face; you nearly jumped out of your wits,” she said, laughing so hard.
Unable to believe he had just been pranked, he felt the urge for revenge and knew the perfect way to do it.
“I’ll let this go, but let me get you something to eat then…” he started, but suddenly stopped halfway and shouted with so much fright, “King spider!”
It felt like it was on her as he shouted that, and she screamed, jumping on him and wrapping her arms and legs around him, looking terrified.
“Ahh!” she cried as she held him tightly, but then she heard him laughing and slowly calmed down.
She looked at him, still clinging to him, and asked, “Were you… lying?”
“That was a prank,” he said amid his laughter, and she hit his shoulder so hard.
“Ouch! Ouch!” he feigned the pain of her punch but still couldn’t help laughing. She grew angry and tried to get down, but he held her closer, grabbing her thigh and pulling her closer to his waist. She gasped as their eyes locked.
Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath. The feeling of his strong hands holding her thigh sent a wave of heat through her, and her face flushed. She couldn’t stop staring at his handsome face. She felt him move, and suddenly, her buttocks landed on the kitchen table with him between her legs. Her face turned red, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She noticed his gaze fall on her lips, immediately reminded of what his lips felt like on their wedding day, causing her to subconsciously lick her lips.
“Don’t do that,” his deep, husky voice warned as he continued staring at her lips, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
Her gaze fell on his lips as well-those soft, pink lips, how wet they felt when he kissed her, how soft they were when they touched hers, and the way his tongue slid against hers…
Their lips were so close, almost touching when her stomach grumbled, jolting her senses back to reality. The heat that had been building between them was immediately replaced by her flushed face, embarrassment creeping in.
He smiled, “Let me get you something to eat,” he said and moved away to prepare something for her.
Drooling as she watched him flex his muscles while cooking, Clarisse couldn’t help but admire the way he moved. He looked so sexy and hot; she never knew a man could look so attractive while cooking. She cleared her throat awkwardly when she realized what she was doing. Feeling embarrassed, she scolded herself inwardly.
Since the day she went to deliver the files to his office, her impression of him had gradually changed. She found herself thinking about him more often, and questions began to stir in her mind.
“Done,” his voice interrupted her thoughts as he served the omelet.
“Hmm,” she inhaled the aroma. “This looks delicious.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.