Chapter 59: Chapter 59

CADDIE

May 16th 2018

"What are you doing here woman?" He questions in a rich velvety tone drenched in his thick Greek accent.

My entire body is a tingling mess and I doubt I will ever get tired of staring at his beautiful face.

His sun-kissed skin is a dream come true for all pale women, like me.

He has a crew-cut hairstyle that accentuates the scar that extends from the shell of his ear to the nape of his neck.

He has gorgeous almond-shaped eyes that captivate me as his luscious lips curve upward into a jaw-dropping smirk. I quickly realise he is fully aware that he is sexually affecting me.

And to be honest, I couldn't give a rats ass.

"Thisavrós!" (Treasure!) He snaps.

I shake the fog of eye-fucking him from my head and I clear my throat as I step towards him.

"I came here to see, Mal. I'm worried about her, Vanko." Distress laces my words. "Please, I just want to see how she is. You don't have to tell, Amar, if it will upset him. " I gaze at him with pleading eyes.

"Óchi." (No.) You know I can't do that. Even if I wanted to, I can not." He reaches out and touches the tips of my hair before he steps back and places his hands behind his back.

"I didn't come all this way and go through the trouble of waiting two hours outside in the cold to sneak up here, just to be turned away," I mutter.

"Your friend is fine. There, now your trip wasn't a complete waste of time." He says in a cocky tone.

I step around him and walk to a set of doors. I stand there with my hand in the air getting ready to knock on one. It's just a matter of deciding which door.

"I said you can't see her."

"Shit!" I am lifted into the air and savagely tossed over his shoulder. "Put me down you big lug!' I start pounding my closed fists against his firm ass.

He grunts and his steps don't falter as he marches us towards the elevator. He presses the button and like magic, it slides open straight away. He steps inside the car and I continue to hit him.

"Please, Vanko! I plead again. "Just give me two minutes, I just need proof with my own eyes that she is well and safe." My voice cracks as a feeling of complete helplessness consumes me.

I feel like a failure. My entire journey to this point has been in vain.

As the doors close, he gently presses me against the cold steel wall. Tears slowly roll down my face and I wipe them away with the palms of my hands in a violent manner.

He slips his fingers under my chin and raises my head so my eyes meet his. "You are still in pain. I can see it in your face when you walk, thisavrós." (Treasure.) He says in a soft voice. "You shouldn't have come when you are still healing."

I sniffle, the words coming from his lips sound strange in a males voice to me.

No one has ever expressed concern for my well-being before. Not even my father and my heart tightens at the idea of someone else caring about me besides Nan and Mal.

"I'm fine," I reply.

He inserts his key card into the side panel and the elevator car comes to a complete stop. "Don't lie to me, I am a trained killer and I can smell your fear lingering in the air between us." He reaches out and caresses the side of my face.

"You are misinterpreting my feelings of contempt for fear. There's a big difference between the two, you big lug." I shift my gaze from his.

He is close, too close and the smell of his exotic cologne is intoxicating. All I can think about is slamming him against the wall, stripping him naked, and riding him raw like a psychotic zombie hooker.

The prospect of a barrier between us causes my tummy to flutter and my lips to tingle in anticipation of being touched.

He leans in closer, sniffing the air between us. His lips brush across the outside shell of my ear, and he lets out a low growl from his chest.

"I can smell the arousal soaking your panties thisavrós (Treasure). Or am I being misled by a different sense of contempt?" I can hear the amusement drowning his words and a part of me wants to push him away and the other part...

Well, we both know exactly what I want to do to him. But, that will never realistically happen.

"Both," I whisper. "I want to slap the shit out of you and I want you at the same time," I confess unashamedly.

He brushes his lips against mine. "You have clouded my mind from the day I met you. I will have you, agàpi mou." (My love.) He exhales loudly. "One day soon, you will be mine when I believe you are ready for me. Until then, I need you to rest up. If you are not 100% how will you be able to look after Jaxson or Mal?" He asks me and I feel utterly nonplussed.

"You know my baby boys name?" I say against his lips with a ghost smile on my face.

"I know everything there is to know about you. I have kept my distance and tried to remain silent where you are concerned but I can't and no longer will." He crushes his lips against mine.

The kiss is rough; our teeth collide as we desperately kiss one another like we are reliant on air to survive.

There is nothing sweet about the kiss we share, his hands are rough, demanding and I am quite content with that. The sense of him kissing me as if he has been deprived of my touch, makes me want him more.

He pulls away, and my soft cries of abandonment fill the car. "I will bring Mal around to see you tomorrow." He says in a promising tone that holds no room for me to second guess him.

"Okay." I sigh, touching my swollen lips with the tips of my fingers.

"But first, you must promise me that you will go straight home?" His eyes search mine like he is looking for the answer he seeks.

With a big smile on my face, "I promise." I reply, feeling like a giddy teenage girl.

He then removes the key card from the panel, allowing the car to go down to the bottom floor. When the doors slide open, I glance up at him and snap a metal photo of him until I get to see him tomorrow.