The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light over the room. I slowly opened my eyes, disoriented by the unfamiliar warmth against my forehead. A piece of cloth lay there, making feel uncomfortable. Attempting to lift my hand to remove it, I found it held firmly by soone else.
Turning to my side, I discovered Carla, her delicate fra seated on the floor, head nestled against the bed, her hand clasping mine even in slumber. A rush of conflicting emotions swept through irritated at the intrusion yet I felt warmth at her presence.
"Carla," I whispered softly, trying to rouse her, but she rely shifted, a faint smile gracing her lips in her sleep. "How are you feeling?" she murmured, her voice filled with sleep.
I smiled, watching her cute reaction,checking the ti to find it just past five in the morning, I slowly extracted my hand from hers, helping her settle back on the bed. Ensuring her comfort before rising from the bed,my neck, which had throbbed with pain the day before, now felt surprisingly better. "They actually tried drugging ," I muttered with amusent, rembering the needle’s sting as I stepped out of my car in the basent.
Initially, I thought I could manage, but my vision had begun to fade. I staggered back to my car, only to be t with an accident before reaching ho. The drugs’ effects still lingered,and the pain still crushing through my veins.
Leaning against the bathroom wall, I sighed, the weight of my situation pressing down on . I wrapped myself in a nearby robe,as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my skin marred with intricate, terrifying drawings. "Would she be scared of these?" I wondered, as I resigned back to wearing long sleeves.
As I dressed, the phone beside the bed vibrated, jolting from my thoughts. "Hello?" I answered, greeted by ominous silence.
"Return it, or I won’t just co after you," a voice hissed, sending a shiver down my spine, "but everything you care about."
I scoffed, defiance burning within . "Go for it, then, if you dare," I challenged, the weight of the threat only fueling my determination. They had awakened a demon, and now they would have to deal with him.
But for now, there was only one priority. Turning to Carla, serene in her sleep, I climbed back into bed, pulling the blanket around us and I watched as she stirred, instinctively snuggling into my arms.
"I’ll send you to a safer zone by any ans," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her smile against my own.
"Nix," she murmured, and I could feel my eye smile watching her closed once, as a contented smile danced on her lips. i gently sent back the strands of hair that laid on her face as curiosity piqued by her request.
"Do it again," she implored, her pout playful.
"You an this?" I teased, leaning in for another kiss, her response a smile that hinted at hidden depths beneath her calm exterior. "Go back to sleep, beloved," my smile not leaving my lips as I watch her every expression. Feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over I took the space beside her before slowly drifting into slumber with her warmth beside .
I knew that as long as she was safe, nothing else mattered. The world could fall into chaos, but I had to protect her with everything I had.
A persistent knocking roused from sleep, and I groaned, slipping out of bed with care not to disturb Carla. Opening the door, I found Ken
"You’re still asleep?" he exclaid, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
"Why didn’t you leave after dropping off?" I questioned, taking a seat on the couch.
"I did, but I ca back early to update you on the eting details," he explained, a torrent of words spilling forth as I covered my mouth with the back of my palm
"Shh," I hushed him, nodding towards Carla, still lost in peaceful slumber. "She’s resting." I added regaining my composure as he followed back into my room,he suddenly launched into the day’s plans like a programd robot, but I interrupted, my mind already made up before listening to him "Postpone the local investors’ eting," I instructed firmly, "and the flight. I won’t leave until Carla is on her way to Paris."
Ken stared at , incredulous, questions swirling in his eyes. "What do you an, postpone? This project is crucial! And why stay until Carla leaves? She hasn’t even signed.."
I cut him off with a wave of my hand, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Picking up a pen, I clicked it open and tossed it towards him, the glass shattering as it hit the floor.
"I wish I did hit you" I muttered, standing up decisively. "As for her passport and arrangents, it’s all taken care of. Book the earliest flight to Paris."
A mont of silence hung between us before Ken finally nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "So, you’re her mysterious sponsor?" he ventured, and I t his gaze evenly.
"Please, close the door on your way out," I said, exhaustion tugging at once more. As he left, I sank back onto the couch.
Waking to the familiar scent enveloping , I instinctively knew it was him beside ..Mr. Dean. Despite my inner turmoil, there was an undeniable allure in our closeness, a tension that lingered between us like an unspoken secret.
Though our words were few, our silent exchanges spoke volus, weaving a tapestry of longing and desire that neither of us dared to acknowledge. In the quiet monts, his presence was both comforting and suffocating, a paradox I couldn’t unravel.
No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, our paths were destined to diverge, leading to separate destinies that never seed to align. With a heavy heart, I attempted to slip away from his grasp, unwilling to disturb his peaceful slumber. But his voice shattered the tranquility, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Where do you think you’re going?" His inquiry hung in the air, laden with an intensity that rendered motionless, his eyes boring into mine with unwavering scrutiny.
"I... I..." I stamred, feeling a rush of warmth as he sat up, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.
"You?" His voice was a gentle coaxing, pulling closer until I found myself nestled in his arms, seated on his lap.
"When were you planning to tell about your trip to Paris?" His fingers lifted my chin, guiding my gaze to et his, but I couldn’t hold his gaze for long, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.
Trying to avoid his playful eyes, I was t with a knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. With a deft movent, he opened the bedside drawer, retrieving a small box. Without waiting for my response, he turned around, guiding my back against his chest.
My breath hitched as I felt the warmth of his body enveloping , sending tingles down my spine. I could hardly form a coherent thought as his fingers delicately grazed my skin, sending electric waves of anticipation through .
As I sat on the edge of the bed, Mr. Dean knelt before , taking my left leg in his hand. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his next move, but my eyes flew open at the sensation of sothing cold against my skin. His fingers traced the delicate chain, the diamond pendant shimring in the soft light of the room.
A mischievous grin played on Mr. Dean’s lips as he continued to explore the curve of my leg with his fingertips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss against my skin, just above the chain, causing my heart to flutter erratically.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt myself lting under his touch, my pulse racing with anticipation of what was to co. Lost in the mont, I couldn’t help but close my eyes, savoring the warmth of his lips against my skin.
"This is my gift to you," his voice was a whisper against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "For being such a wonderful investnt."
He brought my attention to his hand, revealing an identical chain to the one now adorning my leg. My eyes widened in surprise and delight, feeling a rush of warmth at his thoughtful gesture.
"Your flight to Paris leaves tomorrow," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "I’ll have Luna help you pack. But for now, why don’t you co down from cloud nine and join for breakfast when you’re back on Earth?"
A playful glint danced in his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, leaving breathless and wondering if he was indeed playing gas with my heart.
Pressing my teeth against my lips, I threw my head backwards as my mind flew back to those reports
"If they are truly yours then I wouldn’t argue with their conclusion because you truly are crazy" I said to myself before standing to my feet.
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