Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Inside the car, I chatted up Mandy, to inquire if she had reached the yacht and to give me updates. She wasn't responding, though she was online. I dumped my phone and looked around the victorian styled car setting.

When he led me to the car, I hadn't had the luxury of checking it out being that it was dark and I was really nervous. But from the inside, the car looked more like a mini sitting room as averse to a means of transport.

I held on tight to my bag as if it was going to disappear any minute more because I was scared of the whole arrangement. Going to see a man I haven't met before made me feel a little gutty.

The car soon pulled over a fancy restaurant and the driver, being the hunky guy that took me from the house, alighted to open the door for me. I came out and straightened my red short gown before following behind him.

The doors of the restaurant slid open and we went in. I stopped at the entrance and allowed myself to take in the wide expanse of the spacious Victorian-styled culinary home. I was elated without knowing why.

Abruptly noticing the bodyguard cum driver waiting for me, I sped down with him, my not_so tall heels clicking loudly on the dark marbled floor.

I stopped, almost colliding with him as he abruptly came to a halt and motioned down the hall to me, where I saw another guy in a similar suit waiting.

Just great. Now I have to be passed from hand to hand like some puffy bear on the unfortunate day of meeting its enthused, owner.

Just like the first, the second person started moving without a word to me, what the heck?. Are they kind of dumb guards or what?

He stopped in front of a door and gently pushed it open for me to pass through. And that was how I was delivered to the Lord of the Ives for final sacrifice.

I took a deep breath and exhaled ‘You can do this’ I rehearsed the long-formed mantra. I looked back to ask the guy what next, to find out he had disappeared without no further direction.

“Ms. Briggs?” I swung forcefully to the familiar voice in trepidation. How come I never noticed a figure lurched in the red divan before? That is because you were busy having so many grimy thoughts.

“Hy” I squeaked out and took a bold step forward. I was holding my bag in front of me like a young school girl meeting her first boyfriend.

He chuckled. A rich tempo filled with promising rumbles. “I don't bite Ms. Briggs.”

Exactly the point. By now I was standing close to him. He stood and ushered me into the couch directly opposite of him. “Sorry for how I had left the other day, I was about to leave when you walked in with your friend. You caught my attention and I was like, dang it! What would it take me to have something this beautiful writhing beneath me while I have my tongue___”

He stopped and looked up at me, meeting my astonished posterior. My eyes were widened and my mouth slightly fell open. My chest was already skydiving in a royal tumble at how bold he was to me for the first time he is meeting me.

What manner of man is this?. He didn't even wait for me to relax from the long ride before he was already wreaking havoc on my mental sanity.

I wanted to be disgusted. I wanted to rise up and smack the rugged carriage off his arrogant sweet face. I wanted to tell him what a rotten cad he is. But, on top of it all, I wanted everything he said and more. I wanted this man with the face of a god and the lips of medusa to ravage me just as he has spouted.

What is wrong with me?

He abruptly busted into laughter, effecting a deep rouge in my cheeks as I felt he indeed has held my thoughts. The sound of his laughter could be compared to that of the gritty_gratter of the gravel on a tornado storm__scintillating.

I pushed my legs closed and swallowed my spittle as my thought finally caught up with me making my pussy hush in need.

He leaned towards me and squinted his eyes, which I noticed on closer inspection, were periwinkle green with a mixture of summer. He certainly must be a Gemini with such mischief glistening off them “Are you okay, Ms. Briggs?” I swallowed aloud this time and nodded frantically.

“Yes,” I breathe out and choked on my words. Was that my voice? I was already feeling wet just by looking at this man. What is happening? Why am I feeling this way? What is he doing to me? He must be a mystical creature that without even a touch, I was already melting.

This is a bad idea. I stood abruptly with my bag coming in front of me as if for protection.

“I have to go, this is totally a bad idea. Please let me go” I rushed out and made to move away from the couch but the next second, he was by my side. Wrong move. He held my arms and halted my movement.

“Stay” one word. A million reactions.

I gasped and stepped back, he reached out and tipped my chin up to meet his face. Maybe it was due to the proximity before, that made me not catch a clear glimpse of his visage, but the man standing before me was certainly one of the angels cast off from heaven.

Lord! Now I'm beginning to feel remorseful. Maybe God has finally decided to punish me for eluding all the chances he sent my way through Donald and has now sent one of his angels to be my undoing.

“Sit” he gently pushed me back on the couch. He didn't need to stress it. I was already down.

He is somewhat an older man, agreed. He had a squared face with pointed mean cheeks that seem to cause every other man to look like ridicule to God's creation.

To say I was captivated would be an understatement. I was hypnotized. He smiled down at me before going back to sit on his prior vacated sofa. His evil smirk was still in place. He picked up the tab on the brown oak table sitting in between us and dialed in a number before placing it back.

“So Ms.__”

“Valeria” I spouted out forcefully and instinctively. He appraised me for some time and then he did the mistake of smirking again. That is it. I tightened my legs feeling my horny pussy squishing for attention. I could literally feel my laps becoming sticky. And he hasn't touched me. Yet.

“Valeria” he more like tasted my name. It sounded like spring. Or like the gushing water from the fountain at Penbrooke. How can my name sound so sweet on the lips of a total stranger?. “I saw you dance that day.” okay? So? “It reminded me of daffodils in Atlanta” What a weird comparison. “They seem to dance in the weirdest of seasons” great!

The waitress came in with the menu which she passed to me. I noticed how she bent so low to expose her not-so-visible frontage to him. I cleared my throat impulsively. She gaped at me and straightened with a false smile.

Claiming territory already, girl. Yeah. Such a shameless slut. “Maybe you may need a little stitch to your cleavage seams, those unripened pawpaws are looking to swoop out. I was seething in anger as she turned to Cameron who wasn't showing any interest, to hand him a menu.

“Here, Valeria” I swallowed again the name coming out more sultry than it's supposed to actually sound. The girl stoned me a petulant glare and I pretended not to notice her deviance.

I skimmed through the menu for some time, finding it difficult to choose, since I wasn't used to these forms of posh culinary displays. Getting frustrated, I settled for something that sounded familiar, a Chicken sandwich recipe, crispy and juicy with Disney corn dogs. For juice, I went for strawberry and watermelon smoothies.

I looked up and pointed them to her. She batters her lashes and faced Cameron who selected a simple cuisine of Apple harvest salad and Pan seared scallops.

“Anything else sir?” she still had the disgusting flirtatious smile. Making me want to snack my shoe across her face. Fuck off skinny ass bitch!

“Just the orders and make it quick. Thanks” He told her while looking at me. I was working so hard to maintain a civil facade meanwhile inside of me I was boiling. If this is the way bitches in this restaurant behave, there is no way in hell am damn stepping into them again. Oh, I miss my main girl, Mandy. If she were to be here, this bitch wouldn't dare ogle my man in that fashion.

I flushed red and fumbled my hands in my laps dragging my gown down unconsciously. Why am I fuming in that manner? My man? He hasn't even said anything, apart from using his eyes to make love to me.

He chuckled. Again. I raised my almost red cheeks to look at him. “I like you, Caleria”

“Valeria” I corrected. He didn't respond.

“I could literally see your thought in your face. Mandini can be that way, she means no harm.” He knows her name? No damn way.

He isn't even mine, yet and I'm being protective over him.

“I don't know what you are talking about” I looked everywhere but at him. He leans across the table and picks up my quivering hands. “Look at me” I didn't. I knew I was red in the cheeks and I didn't want to give him the glory to feel he had my emotions in chains.

“Now, Valeria” I looked up instantly. Something in his voice brooked no argument. “Look at that gold specks dancing in the rifts. They could do little to nothing to hide any mystery concealed within” I was shivering. He was holding my hand and had me looking into his hypnotizing depths.

If I dare to stand up from my seat, I swear to God, I know I would be dripping in my own juices. This man could be any woman's Achilles.

I snatched my hands away and retrieved them back on the couch. I averted my gaze to the door as the waitress came in again. This time bearing a tray which she sexily placed on the table and served us.

After she reluctantly left, we ate in silence, apart from a random perusal thrown my way which I knew was his form of unsettling me and proving to me what a horny wastrel I was.

If I could feel this way when he hasn't laid a finger at me, that means if he dares to touch me, I would completely surrender to his mercy.

“Eat, Valeria. You have barely touched your food and that doesn't show comfort. Do I scare you? Or you don't like the food? We can go to another restaurant if you want”

I shook my head vigorously. “I'm fine” I began eating in earnest, ignoring him and pretending he wasn't seating across from me.

Sometime later, we had finished eating, and the plates were cleared. A bottle of chilled champagne was placed in a bucket of ice on the table with a glass perched in my hands as I gingerly took a sip. I caught him checking me out through the rim of my glass, and almost choked.

“I'm not a man of many words, Valeria, which is why I will get on to the point and tell you why you are here” he paused for some time and peered intently at me.

The next words that exited his mouth both shocked and coiled my toes.

As I said, I feel this is God's punishment on me for all the time I ran from Donald, the only difference is that this angel might finally send me to hell.