(Arata)
"Are you aware of my parents’ story?" I asked rubbing the hard groves of his thick arm. He didn’t lift his head but his eyes swivelled towards .
"Yes, I have read a few articles. Seed like they had been through quite a lot," he apologetically said and I offered him an understanding smile before answering.
"My real paternal grandparents abandoned my father until he beca the CEO. I can’t even imagine the kind of life he led when he was sold at the re age of 10 to a fucking paedophile." Tears brimd up in my eyes but I held them back. My Baba was the strongest and the most courageous man I had seen in my entire life.
Karsten straightened up and angled his body, so he faced while I continued with this heartbreaking story.
"And look how he raised us. He never even raised his voice at . Goodness cos from within and I know under that hard exterior. There is a soft heart who cares for people." I pointed towards his chest and so of that grappling tension on his face evaporated.
"Your father is an upright man; I have flaws, Arata, and people don’t let you forget your roots. And when you co into money, all people see is the digits of your bank account."
I could only guess that he had spent his lifeti blaming himself for being born of a man who had committed such heinous cris.
I rubbed his hard arm, his body was extrely tense.
"My father has been through the sa, even we were picked on by people, calling us horrible nas because of my father’s past." I placed my free hand on my heart.
"But I am proud of my father and nothing anyone says would make think otherwise."
He simply closed his eyes, the long lashes kissing the upper parts of his cheeks.
"That’s a daughter’s heart talking. Not everyone will be that understanding."
Was that the reason he didn’t even object once when learning about my real heritage? Because he knew what it felt like to be ostracized on the basis of sothing you had no control over.
There were still many renowned families who didn’t like associating with us.
Boldly I stared into his chaotic whirlpools.
"Learn to trust, Karsten. Open your heart and the right person will co along and love you for who you are, not judge you for the sins of your father."
I couldn’t imagine a life without finding love. Although my heart was left in shambles but there had been so many precious monts and mories I made with Andy.
Being loved consud you in the best of ways. It squeezed into your soul, leaving an indelible mark that would refuse to leave.
I could only hope he would find soone who would make him feel whole, make him feel wanted not because of his money but because of who he was.
But my own words brought pain; like the scattered shards of broken glass, they pierced into my heart, crossing all barriers I had built. The thought of soone being with him tornted .
"That’s the thing, Arata. I don’t trust people nor am I interested in love. It brings nothing but heartbreaks." He slowly shook his head and asked with a dead seriousness. "Tell , have you ever been in love?" His eyes searched the depths of mine for truth.
His sudden question left slightly startled and I let go of his face. Dropping my hands to my sides in defeat.
The images of Andy holding that woman bombarded my brain and it hurt. Not as much as I had thought it would but still it did.
"It didn’t work out, did it?" His sharp gaze road my face trying to decipher the expressions I was holding now.
"If it didn’t work out for , doesn’t an it won’t work out for you," I said with a pained sigh, my chest deflating and aching. Even his calming scent did nothing to my frantically beating heart.
"That bastard hurt you, didn’t he?" His voice edged on madness as he reached for , grabbing my face with his calloused hands. The darkness so intense in his eyes that I felt like being sucked into it. His concern coasts over my skin like a warm spring gale.
I let out a ragged breath and closed my eyes, trying to hide the storms of disappointnt raging there.
The knuckle of his index finger knocked lightly on my shut lid as if asking to open it.
Slowly, I opened them, and he was only a hair’s breadth away now.
The red lines in his whites, the need in his eyes, the slight parting of his kissable lips, I could see it all.
"That’s why it’s better to not let people creep into your heart, Blue Rose. They will batter it and leave you broken. It’s better to keep it casual and have whatever you wish for without putting your heart on line."
His hot breath was on my lips now, making my blood turn into liquid heat and run through my whole system—burning the needy part between my legs.
Desperation. Passion. Desires. Lust. Need. Everything seed to have been put into a grinder, churned together and poured right down my throat.
My eyes had glued themselves on his half-parted lips, and I wished them on mine.
"Not everyone is like my fiancé. There will be people out there for both of us," I was barely able to utter the words for the need to be consud by these lips had kidnapped my brain.
In that mont, I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted him.
"I don’t know about that, Blue Rose. But right now I am going to claim your lips and show you why my thod is better than yours."
Before I could comprehend that this road had turned from dangerous to highly hazardous, his lips crashed on mine like a teor falling from the sky.
Hot and burning.
’Let’s burn together, Karsten,’ I thought before all thoughts evaded and I was left with only his warmth and desires.
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