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Chapter 7 And So It Begins

  • I blinked twice, thrice. Many times actually. Until my mind registered that I was truly back in my room. Eriol was still holding my arm, so I yanked it free quickly.
  • Lucky for me, he released it but I had the notion that he was hesitant to do so. He cast me a dark look, so intense, so burning that I began to believe that phase one of his threat was on the move. What else would I think? Of all the places we could go, why in my bedroom right?
  • But wait, how did we get here in the first place anyway?
  • “Ho-how did we?” I sputtered, my voiced laced with disbelief. I wasn’t dumb not to notice that something supernatural had just happened. I certainly don’t believe in vampires but I feel that this was the case. Yeah, me and my brain, and I owe it all to my True Blood and Twilight fangirling. How crazy was that?!
  • “Milady, could you so much as explain to me why you are babysitting that pathetic of a man?” he asked, ultimately disregarding my question. I stepped backward as he inched nearer. Still he emitted the jealous aura. Why was he even jealous? He was just a butler, not my boyfriend!
  • “I wasn’t babysitting him. Aunt Marcella asked me to accompany him because he just got a serious stomachache all of a sudden,” I answered, slightly irritated. I don’t think that it was compulsory explaining this to him, but it was kind of a reflex I did so.
  • He scoffed silently. “Serves him right, but maybe I should have used a heavier force. I would have delighted to see him unconscious.”
  • Now that was cold. Even though I didn’t understand what he was talking about, for some reason it raised the hairs in my skin, especially now that his eyes were gleaming murderously.
  • “What are you talking about Eriol? And more so, you haven’t explained to me how we got our butts here in just a split of a second?”
  • Did I sound too calm? Too accepting with this weird sudden location change? I hope yes. Just so that he wouldn’t find me weak. But I tell you, I am not even one slightest bit calm right now. My knees shook and my palms feel like they have just massaged a seriously gross, oily fat man in a spa.
  • His eyes turned soft. His face turned soft. Exactly not the same cold, I-fucking-don’t-care facade. “Milady, it’s complicated to tell you, but you should know that you are safe with me. Trust who I am.”
  • “Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in my chest. “Like I would feel safe with you after that threat in the stairs.”
  • “Hmmm...” He smirked and chuckled. He freaking smirked and chuckled! My inner psychologist immediately told me that this wasn’t good. So not good!
  • “I love it that you remembered my promise, Andrea,” he continued, the soft expression he had earlier gone and replaced with that of a perverted, ready-to-fuck face.
  • Promise?
  • Oh... so that was a promise. Great. Now, I honestly feel like bolting out of the room just so I can get away from him. I can’t believe that he was planning intimacy with me already. We have just known each other yesterday for Pete’s sake!
  • “NO, you won’t be able to get away from me, Andrea,” he said it so casually like he had just read my mind.
  • Oh no. Edward Cullen? Are you in there? Can you hear my thoughts sweetheart? I know I am cracking up right now, but this was all I could do to lessen my fear.
  • “What are you..? Does Aunt Marcella know?” I made it sound soft, pleading and I was hoping he would get the gist. I seriously wanted to know who this man my Auntie has hired as a butler. And I also wanted to know if my Auntie knew about him. What a surprise would it be if that was the case.
  • A vampire - that was my first suspicion, but not that please. I don’t want the gory suck-my-blood system. I don’t want a man-turned-bat with flipping black reptilian wings. But what else would I think? I have already confirmed that he ain’t a member of the human race. Being a vampire was the closest to his damn sexy good looks.
  • He closed his eyes and took in a cleansing breath like he was calming himself. I wonder if he was feeling nervous too. But, then again, he could just be controlling his simmering temper directed towards me.
  • “You will know in due time,” he stated and then in just barely a second, he breached my personal space more than I could ask for and cupped my chin. I clenched my jaw and darted him a cold glare. I was ready to stand my ground if ever he would advance to phase two.
  • He looked unaffected with my fire though and that pissed me.
  • “What’s important now is you and me.” He stressed the pronouns like it had a damn soul.
  • “There is NO you and me,” I spat, giving no meaning to it. I willed myself to distance from him by stepping back but his other hand captured my slim waist. He pressed his body to mine and Gods, I could instantly feel something protruding down his abdomen, poking deliciously against my belly. This was uncharted territory for me obviously so it was no surprise I shifted a little to avoid IT.
  • My eyes unconsciously landed on his mouth - his parted, luscious, lip-pierced mouth. A bullet of sensations instantly fired inside me then. I need to escape this temptation, my sane brain planned, but for some reason, I actually anticipated the collision of our mouths.
  • He leaned his face closer and stated warmly near my cheek, “Andrea, I miss you so much. You don’t know how many centuries I have waited for you.”
  • Still... I did not understand what he was saying but centuries? He did say that right? Clue number one of him being a vampire.Yheeyy! What a lovely day for me!
  • Nope. I’m dead.
  • “You are not seriously going to rape me now are you?” I asked sternly, but my voice actually shook. Screaming now won’t do any good in a big house. No one would hear me. And considering we - flew? teleported? used the Asgardian Bifrost? - our way here, no one knows I am back in the house.
  • “No, rape is certainly not the issue here Andrea. I don’t do rape because I know you would willingly give yourself to me. You want me as much as I want you. You can’t deny that. I can feel your desire.”
  • Amidst how dreadful it would sound, I have to admit, he got it right on the spot. I would be lying if I say I didn’t feel the attraction between us. I would be lying if I say that I am not affected with his charms or whatever that was called. He was a hot butler. A hot man in totality. Who wouldn’t be attracted to him?
  • I am still a virgin. I should be cowering right now for a possible deflowering but hey, even the members of the Society for Never-Been-Touched Virgin Maidens dream of experiencing a crazy, hot, sweat-covered best sex of their life! I have a feeling that this man in front of me can deliver that. Why? Because of his kiss.
  • I was cut off from my thoughts when Eriol pressed his lips on mine. And then the bullet was shot. I felt lovely sensations run through every fiber of my being immediately. I was supposed to slap him of course and ran away, but this ultimately stoned me on the floor. His kiss was creating havoc in my brain. I couldn’t process any other reflexive responses other than to part my lips more and give him a wider access of my mouth. It felt unusual at first to have the lip-piercing touch my lips but after a few seconds, I adjusted.
  • His right hand wandered into my head and threaded the locks of my long, auburn hair, while the other one, pulled me even closer so that I would be pinned in his body.
  • Oh. No. No. No. Not this again. I am feeling IT poking at my belly once again and this time, I can’t deny that I want to poke it back!
  • “Yes, kiss me back An..dre..ahh...” he said ever so sensually when our lips briefly parted. I was already panting, feeling like I had ran a marathon race while he looked like he was just in a casual walk around the park.
  • I noticed him smirk, no doubt reading my thoughts.
  • “I will make our first night slow for you, don’t worry. I will fuck you like you are just sleeping,” he explicitly declared whilst unzipping the back of my dress.
  • I unconsciously bit my bottom lip in response.