Chapter 10: Flat Moments
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What am I doing here? What they had before he came back could hardly be labeled a relationship.
They had not been dating and they not had been intimate in a biblical sense. Yes, he pleasured her once. That was it. He was gone the next day. But now, she knew why. She had easily forgiven him, too.
Her hand firmly on his grasp, resting on his tight, she stared at him openly. Her professor's face was stoic, she could hardly discern his thoughts.
Nicholas driving in silence made her ponder her decision. What the hell was she thinking? She barely knew the man and now she agreed to be staying with him. Indefinitely.
As if sensing her distress, he kissed her knuckles, silently telling her that this was okay. That he got her.
She bit her lip and looked away. He was making promises again.
Noticing the change of scenery, she got distracted. They call this part of the city, Knightsbridge, reserved for the opulent and wealthy population in this country.
Sinclair looked around her. The neighborhood he was living in was a far cry from where she came from. This was the affluent side of the Metropolitan where the rich and famous converged. More of an exclusive part of London.
She had never been to. The same reason she shouldn't be here.
Too late. They arrived at his home while she was contemplating.
Her fingers securely tangled in his, they walked hand in hand from his garage to the front of his house. He had yet to let her go.
Nicholas's modern townhouse was no exception. One could not even call it properly a bachelor's pad because it was not. It was a freaking three-story high-end modern structure.
It was still early in the evening. This type of neighborhood didn't have people milling about outside their flats. And it was too quiet.
"Nick," she squeezed his hand. He stopped and turned to her.
"Yes, sweet?" He arched his brow.
"Are you sure about this?" She bit her lip nervously. His eyes darkened, his thumb released her lips from self-torture.
"Very sure. You belong here. Now, come." Following his long strides, they reached his front steps. A man severely dressed in black opened the door for them.
"My lord." His butler bowed respectfully, "Miss." She jerked from Nicholas's hold. How could she have forgotten one important fact?
"Bennett, this is my girlfriend, Sinclair. Please have someone get her things from my Audi." Nicholas instructed. The man again bowed before them.
They continued to walk inside the house. At the grand foyer, before the metallic modern staircase, a distinguished-looking woman was waiting for them.
"My Lord, Miss," she inclined her head and smiled fondly at both of them.
Sinclair returned the gesture nervously. She had no idea how to act with people above her station. All she wanted to do was go back to her old and dilapidated house in Rose Hill, however, she was not sure if Nicholas would allow her.
"Mrs. Dee this is Sinclair, the one I've spoken to you about." He held her by her waist, pulling her closer to his warm body. "Sweetheart, this is our wonderful housekeeper."
"Ma'am," Sinclair smiled tentatively.
"Oh, my dear. None of that. Call me, Mrs. Dee. Everyone does." The kind woman grasped Sinclair's hand, squeezing gently to covey her happiness, aging eyes dancing in merriment.
"I trust everything is ready?" Nicholas asked.
"Yes, my lord. Do you want me to show Miss Yuan to her room?" Mrs. Dee offered.
"I'll do it." He responded.
"What about supper, my lord?" The kind woman asked again looking at the new guest with excitement.
"We will go down after," Nicholas answered.
Wide-eyed, she bobbed her head once more at the kind lady. Her short legs tried to keep up with Nicholas's stride while climbing the stairs.
Everywhere around her, from expertly painted walls to masterpieces of antiques screamed rich.
She didn't belong here. She might break something. She was too awkward at times. "Nicholas," she dug her heels into the carpeted hallway to make him stop.
"Yes, sweet?" He queried. Patient as ever.
"I don't think...I can't be here." Her voice shook. What he was doing was overwhelming her. She was not ready.
Gazing down at her with concern, his two fingers on her chin, he raised her face to him.
"I know this may seem sudden to you but please give us a chance. I just want you safe and comfortable. I want to give you the best, Sin. Let me. You can have a separate room if you want."
Imploring, his face was a taut mask. Waiting. She was pretty sure he rarely begged. He was the kind of man who arrogantly did what pleases him and haters be damned.
"I want to sleep with you." She blushed at her own words. Damn! She couldn't believe she said that.
His tension broke into a rare smile. Surprising her, he hefted her in his arms effortlessly, making her gasp. She wrapped her arms around his neck, afraid she would fall.
"Thank you, sweet. I promise you are safe with me. And you will be happy here." He pecked her lips, her nose, still grinning down at her.
They proceeded to navigate the long hallway until they reached the double doors at the end.
Juggling her, he placed his palm on a scanner after which they both heard a click from the inside.
"You have a secure bedroom." She jested in awe. Her soft brown eyes were everywhere.
"Yes. The household and I usually retire at the estate during the summer, we have to make sure no burglar will be able to access all the parts of the townhouse. We need to submit your biometric later, so you will have entry to anywhere here and the mansion at our estate." He said it casually but she didn't agree with it.
Nicholas placed her slowly on her feet, pulling her into his arms once more.
"You can't trust me that easily, Nick. What if...what if..." Her words died when he pressed his finger to her lips. She opened her mouth, nipping the digit.
His eyes darkened with desire, he growled. "You shouldn't have done that."
She gulped. His erection was so prominent on her belly. She still couldn't believe he wanted her that much.
"Why?" Her confused gaze went to his lips. She licked hers. Nervous.
"You know why, sweet." Closing the mere inch of distance between them, she felt his words on her skin, warm lips cruising her neck, making her shiver in anticipation.
"Tell me." Heavy lids, at half-mast, her whole body taut with eagerness, she waited.
"I want to make love to you...so badly." He confessed on her cheek.
"What's stopping you?" God! She almost didn't recognize her voice. So full of desire for the man holding her possessively.
"You are not ready." Nicolas's voice firmed, though she could feel his lust, she knew he would not cross the barrier he had suddenly erected between them. Huh?
"Why?" She had just landed herself a very complex man. He wanted her. She could feel and see it, yet he didn't want to. Not yet at least.
"Until you learn to trust me, we can only have this." Sinclair whimpered at the feel of his firm lips crushing hers. Ravishing her. Owning her.
She would gladly take whatever this was. And happily give him more. All he had to do was ask.
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Somewhere In London
"I have an eye on a new candidate." Muscled blondie announced. He was evaluating the risks but he needed help to gain more intel.
"Who?" Their leader asked, seated at the head of the table, his face covered in a black mask, unreadable to his peers.
"Someone from uni. She lives alone. No family. Easy pick." Again blondie bragged.
"A hope your prospect will secure us a hefty amount." Authority echoed from their leader's voice.
"She will. A virgin perhaps. If we are lucky. We could test-drive her before she's caged." A cruel smirk graced his lips.
"Hmmm...as a leader, I always go first."
"You will have first dibs. As always." Fuck! No one would know. He intended to break protocol. He was fucking hard ever since he laid eyes on the delicate beauty.
Nonetheless...the code. Yes, they have strict rules they need to follow at all times.
Their group was just starting with the business, nonetheless, they were slowly gaining status from the bowels of London's unsavory.
Always careful. Always vigilant. No one should know. Especially their families. Or they would be disowned.
Human flesh. Kidnapping innocent beauties was the epitome of challenge. They thrived and succeeded. Now, they have hidden brothels for their very select clientele.
Money was pouring. All those bitches and young children snatched from the streets were never found.
Blondie smiled cruelly. Imagining all the things he would do to his prospect before his frat brothers have a taste of her innocence.
You will be ours soon. Very soon.
Maybe he would visit a certain diner tonight. Rubbed one out while he watched her graceful movements. The last time he was there, he could barely restrain himself from grabbing her.
But there were too many witnesses. The timing was not right.
So he had to be a little bit patient. His plan was solid. Lure the bitch in with his innate charm then struck when she least expected it.
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