Chapter 58: Chapter 58

Edith

I open my eyes and find I am not in my room but in Sandro's. For a few moments I felt disoriented but later I start remembering everything that happened yesterday night my cries, my fits of anger that turn the room to a chaos and finally the kiss. His kiss...

He kissed me without warning without permission without even deciding to do it but simply because he couldn't have done anything else to stop my cries. He is my first kiss. Like a fire within my bones, like a soul has returned to water every part of me that came from the dead star was alive again. The way I felt when been kissed by him for the first time, words fell short in my vocabulary to express my feelings about the warm canoodle. He needed the breath I was holding. It belonged to him and he wanted it back.

His hands went around me like I was his possession. I felt perfect in his arms like his hands were solely made to hold me. He felt like my shield guarding me from all sorrows of the world and finally when I look into his eyes the warmth that was held in them was unprecedented. He moves in closer and I could inhale the scent of his alluring perfume accompanied by the smell of whiskey from his breathe which felt oddly inviting. He was drunk and I could clearly see it in his eyes but being with him did not bring in me fear or agitation. It evoked in me the desire of proclivity.

Sandro tenderly touched my cheek and the light touch ignited in me the sparks of intimacy. He starts giving soft feathery pecks like worshipping the skin on my face. Leaning closer in a hairline he tilts my head up so that my lips were aligned to his. My heart starts thudding intense and my breath was rugged. I moisten my lips rolling the tip of my tongue on them. He sends me a knowing smile that does wonders and then his lips softly press on mine at a corner. My nerves went on a strike unable to function in the moment and he pulls me closer to him placing his hand around my back. My chest collides with his and my heart felt it would come out of its ribcage. His lips then shift to the centre in a pleasant kiss.

"Damn Benjamin" he mutters between the kiss, I did not know why and he sucks on my bottom lip. I was by then a trembling mess and his hold on me goes firmer so that I do not slip off his arms. His moist tongue rushes on my shaking lips. The kiss then goes desperate, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip fingers twined into my hair moulding to fist in a sloppy lick into my mouth as if he can't get enough. I was electrified in a way I never thought I could and slowly start following his tongue moments.

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Walking out of the stupor, I reach the dressing table beside the bed and touch my lips with my trembling fingers. I gulp heavy and find a taste of alcohol on my tongue. His taste.

Looking down I find my dress changed from what I put on yesterday for my collage. A smile immediately tugs my lips. He helped me to change. Giggling like a small girl I had no control on my emotions when I think of him. He was my fantasy earlier too but now he is my aspiration, my love and the man I wish to get married.

I walk to my room for a shower. After soaking my body for complete half an hour in soap bubbles, I ease my nerves and towel dry my warm body.

Looking at the clock on one of the walls, I made a note, I was already late to collage and hustle on dressing up. I put on a chiffon pink top that had a slit at the centre on both the sleeves and matched it with blue denims. Side plaiting my stark black hair that I inherited from my father I step down the stairs meeting Allesandro at the centre of the living room.

His hair was trimly cut combed and gelled just above to suit the strong panes of his jaw line. He had a light stubble grown which could max be a day old accentuating a rugged look to his maleness. He was putting on a crisp and perfectly ironed striped green shirt and matched it with black pants. His white coat was resting on his left arm and the stethoscope was hanging around his neck.

He was typing furiously on the phone in complete concentration that he did not take notice of me. Even when Sandro is angry he oozes sexiness. What gets him so furious this early in the morning? Better not to play with the hunk when he is in a monster mode. I taught myself and cautiously reached the dining table to have my breakfast.

"You are up? Are you alright?" He asks me still typing on his phone as soon as he heard the clinking of porcelain wear on the dining table. I did not reply and serve the bacon and eggs to my plate. Within a leap of my eye he was beside me looking at me furious. "When I ask you a question you need to reply me and not answering the queries of someone who is concerned about you is termed going discourteous. Do you understand?" His voice raises in an octave as I look at him in pensiveness.

He just kissed me yesterday. Did he forget all about it? "I'm alright" I answer him blunt and strong keeping my face emotionless to the white plate in front of me. He cannot see me in peace not even for twenty four hours. I can't least in a dream be bestowed with such happiness but my stupid heart.... I shake my head in despair. Why do I keep falling for his charms? He is devil under the pretence of an Adonis and he will continue being that.

Without getting graduated I cannot be absorbed in a decent job of any reputed firm. And for graduating I need to stay in this house under clutches of the wretch. Six more months Edith, keep patience and you are out of the beast's den. Occupied by my own thoughts I did not know I was constantly tapping my leg to the ground until the predator rests his hand on my knee. "Shaking your leg constantly like that..." He points to my knee with his eyes. "Is unlady like. Learn some manners."

"I wanted to tell you the same." I murmur rather to myself but had no courage to look at him. The attraction towards him will die down in a couple of months and everything will become history after this year passes. If he was caring and sympathetic then it would have been a tough situation to conquer. But if he continues to be an asshole getting rid the infatuation for him is just a piece of cake for you Edith. Thank him he is helping you to keep the reigns of your heart in check. I giggle unknowingly at the little talk I did with my brain and meet his eyes that were gazing down at me in curiosity.

"I'm sorry I will keep my legs in check." I point to my feet with my eyes and giggle once again at the things that I thought earlier about him. He scratches his forehead at the top of his eyebrow with the tip of his forefinger and looks at me controlling his smile. "Edith, I studied psychology in medicine but you are always a puzzle to me. You never fail to mesmerize me with your unexpected stunts. What goes on in that petty head of yours?" He asks me tapping the side of my forehead with his finger and pulls my plait a little in a tease.

I scowl at him and mutter. "Out of sight, out of mind." He gives out a half suppressed smile and asked me perplexed. "What was that?" I finish chewing the toast in my mouth and shout loudly "nothing." He chuckles drops the mobile in his pant pocket and wishes me, "stay safe and happy. Samuel will drop you in the collage and will be the incharge of your security from today onwards."

The spoon which was held between my lips falls down as I look at him stunned. He circles his eyes around the room trying to control his titters in a suppressed smile. Cocky bastard I thought in my mind and ask him too sweet but in a sarcasm. "Dear Mr Allesandro Martin, could you please bless me with knowing the answer on why Samuel will take over the duty of James Peterson?"

"Do not smile too much. I know its fake." He goes back to his poker face. "James couldn't do his duty on safeguarding you properly. So he is replaced by Samuelson." He reaches me and gives a peck on my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. I scold my crazy heart that begins to beat fast and see him walk out to the exit without turning back.

As soon as I step my foot at the collage corridor I notice a tumult in the staff and confusion between the students. "What happened?" I go and whisper in the ears of my best friend Regina. She turns to the side and looks at me surprised her hands automatically reach to her lips covering her wide mouth. "You know that pig Benjamin who tried to rape you yesterday...Some one attacked on him and beat him black, blue." That's the happiest news I heard in 20-21. My heart wanted to dance in joy but I looked around at the serious faces of students, staff and controlled my laughter. This is not the place to celebrate. But I think Regina caught me. "His battered dead body was seen hanging to one of the ceiling fans on the top floor classroom. The attainder saw it and immediately called the principal." She gives me an evil smile and winks.

"A two minute prayer service is to follow shortly and today is declared a holiday mourning the death of Benjamin Franklin." This time my smile wouldn't seize to stop. It busted out of my lips and my acting attempt failed. The teachers and co-students look at me like I had gone crazy but who cares, this is my day to enjoy. "Does your boyfriend have something to do with this?" Regina whispered very low in my ear eyeing me suspicious.

"Boyfriend?" I scowl at her suddenly losing all the happiness. "Allesandro is not my boyfriend. He is only my caretaker." Looking at the features on her face, I knew she did not believe in me and I walk out absentmindedly out of the crowded corridor.

Does indeed Allesandro have something to do with Benjamin's death?