Chapter 106: Chapter 106

Chapter 106

~Painful lust~

The muscle car drove into the compound and halted once the engine died off.

“Please Brian don’t do anything stupid as we go in. I beg of you, sweetheart.” She didn’t notice the sweetheart leaving her lips. But she noticed the comfort that accompanied it; the freedom of a chick on the wings of an eagle, knowing its burden belonged to someone else now. She was aroused to lean on his shoulder; wished to charm Brian to turn on the car and drive her to the farm where she felt secured and fulfilled; she wanted to be locked in his heart and remain close to his heart beat. As for making Brian her man there was no stropping her, rather she was ready to stop anybody that would come in between them. Brian was her addiction; nobody could tell her anything less. She wanted more from love; more from destiny and happiness; more from respect. Brian was more. “Do you understand me? Please don’t stir the still river. As we get in there keep to yourself, no bickering, no fighting. I know you can do even more for me but please that asshole is a beast. When you are gone dealing with him, he will descend on me and I am afraid if I will survive his poison.”

“What if he confronts me in ways I distaste because I am going to lie I hit you with my car,” Brian inquired, catching sight of the fear that devoured her eyes, the uneasiness in her tone.

“That is it. It then means you are at fault and so could act as one. Please don’t convince him through your reaction that we have something in common, because he knows you as granny’s grandchild.”

An idea hit brain in the head and he clicked his finger. “On the contrary what if I claim I saw you on the road side where you lay helplessly after being a victim of hit-and-run.”

Ella clicked her fingers, “perfect. In that case he has no trace of suspicion, even he would be grateful to you, that’s if he would.”

Brian jerked his head in the affirmative. “Shall we go in now?” He squeezed her fingers, and they were as fearful as she was; sweating and warm even with the misty wind of winter that dominated the atmosphere.

“OK let’s go,” she whispered and let an express breath of nervousness before giving pitiable look at Brian.

***

And where are you coming from?” the fierce, voice of the billionaire groaned from somewhere around the sitting room the moment they ushered in.

Brian could see Ella startle and from his sight her whole body was trembling hugely. “Good evening,” he repeated , but his receiver ignored him still avidly focused on Ella whose arms were folded as she came to a standstill, staring at her husband who was gorgeously donned in tuxedo jacket and Italian pant. He stood up from the stool in the wine bar where had been all day sipping at a half-drunken bottle of whisky.

“I am Brian as you know,” Brian sounded in a gentle yet unpredictable voice; taking time to choose his voice and words.

“Where the hell are you coming from, biddy? I thought I have warned you not to leave the confines of this mansion. I have worked hard to achieve affluence and I have provided you with all you need.” His oxfords knocked on the marble floor as he stepped forth like robot, his flute of whisky handy. “And what is that on your head?” he had noticed the white bandage that wound round her skull. He dimmed his eyes bending his neck to confirm his sight, “What happened to you?”

Brian cut in, “That is the reason I am here.”

“I didn’t ask you, dirty weed. She is adult and can answer for herself,” he barked, looking away Brian and throwing his gaze to the wall snorting and stroking his hair in one moment of restraint

Ella stole a glance with the corner of her eyes and noticed the unrest on his face; the impatience to explore and talk sense into her husband and then walk away even if possibly they wouldn’t be a fight. By some random chance, she looked at Brian and their stares met, giving her the privilege to pamper his impatience with a wink of her eyes.

Ella’s lips parted dryly to answer for herself. But she found it uneasy because her gaze was still on Brian when she suspected he may go mad at her husband any moment.”

“Talk, bitch!” he yelled and his receiver got startled and focused her gaze on him.

“I –I was a victim of hit-and-run while having a stroll down the street. I lay helplessly on the roadside until he came to my rescue. He took me to the hospital, paid my bills and brought me home. If not for him I would have been dead.” her voice was crisped and collected and within herself she doubted if she could keep to a word without stuttering right now.

Casting his gaze upon Brian, he said, “I know you,” and shook his head as though he just noticed him. “You are the motherfucking grandson to the billionaire oldie.”

Brian stared at him quietly, fighting back the irritation and disgust that built in his head; he would have to leave his presence as soon as possible because his fury was getting up his sleeves. If care was not taken he could get mad at him and put Ella in trouble. And he wouldn’t want to do that.

“Remind me your mocker name again,” he demanded.

“There may not be need for that anymore. I may have to take my leave. Thank you for your time.” Turning his gaze to Ella he added, “Do take care of yourself, Ella.” He had a walk.

The door banged – Brian had gone.

And the billionaire let an uneasy smile, gulped his whisky, grinned and, to Ella he shot a quarrelsome face, “Meet me in the bedroom.” He took the staircase, his oxford knocking as he went up the stairs

Ella’s countenance fell – nothing had been so audible and disturbing than those words of his; meet me in the bedroom.

She was about to have a kiss at painful lust…