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“She wanted to walk by herself,” it was Jacob who spoke first. I breathed in relief at his response.

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as you think, I can actually walk,” I added.

Antonio walked up to us, his face expressionless. It was difficult predicting what was on his mind.

“I would take it from here, get me the first aid box from my room” his voice sounded like a low growl. Jacob bowed, stepping aside. He reached for my hand, tugging it between his arm and shoving me towards my bedroom door.

“I can walk,” I protested. He kept moving, ignoring the fuss I made.

He lead me to the sofa in my room and made me sit. “What was that between you and the guard?”

“Excuse me? What was what?” I feigned, feeling irritated by the tone of jealousy that emitted from his voice.

“Never mind. Let me see your leg,” he settled at the edge of the seat.

I raised my feet unto the couch, watching as he unbuckled my shoe, pulling them off. He pushed the gown up to my thighs, exposing the injured knee. His hands moving so carefully on my skin sent butterflies down my belly. “Does it hurt?” He asked.

“Ermm, not so much.” I stammered. How could it, when all the while I was focused on the shape of him. It was strange how easily i felt lost in his presence and how every cell in my body gets facilely aroused by his touch.

Jacob came in through the door, holding a small box. “Here boss,” he handed the box.

“Excuse us,” Antonio demanded.

Jacob bowed and left as quickly as he had come. I was internally grateful that he hadn’t mentioned his suspicion to his boss. Although there were just suspicion, it could make the boss have extra eyes on me, and if that happened, it will be difficult executing our plan.

Antonio’s hands were working frantically on the objects in the first aid box. He held a piece of cotton wool, soaked in antiseptic solution, at the edge of a tweezer using it to wipe of the trail of blood. He glanced up once in a while, checking my reaction. I tried as hard as i could not to flinch from the hurting sensation the antiseptic sent through my body.

He finished up with a plaster bounding the wound. He had done it all neatly and carefully that I was tempted to ask if he had by any chance studied medicine. But with Antonio, it was hard starting a conversation, as he was mostly quiet, making it difficult to read his mood.

“You should be able to go to school with this done,” he stood up, strolling towards the bathroom.

I limped from the couch to the bed, not responding to his comment. I could make out the sound of water pouring from the bathroom. He re-emerged, wiping his hands on a small towel, all the while his eyes not leaving mine.

“Thanks,” I muttered, when he strolled to the foot of the bed, where I was seating.

“I hope that heals fast enough. You would have a dance to perform tomorrow night.” He pushed my hair behind. It had become a habit, I noticed.

“Do you have anything to say?” He asked, looking down at me.

I felt small, like a nursery school kid, seating there and looking up at him and he appeared to be a young giant from his standing position. I thought of the way he had carried me in the sitting room and how tiny I had felt.

“I take your silence to mean no. In that case, I would leave you to rest.” He turned and walked out through the door, closing it behind him.

I listened carefully as his footsteps disappeared in the distance outside the corridor. I suddenly felt lonely. Flipping myself on the bed, I dragged the duvet over my face, fighting the urge to scream into it.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I kept turning and shifting, listening for approaching footsteps. At a point, I walked towards the window, peering into the dark night. The castle was fully lighted, there were guards on patrol, walking through and fro the length of the house.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

My phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up immediately, studying the content. It was Charlie. “Hey babe, how’s it going?”

“I’m in his castle. Would see you at the apartment by tomorrow,” I typed back, pacing the room.

“Thanks for doing this for us. I love you,” his reply came.

I was going to type back that I loved him, but then I stopped, wiping off the letters and throwing the phone on the bed. Things have happened so fast in the last twenty-four hours. I wasn’t sure what I felt anymore.

I climbed the bed again when I was tired of pacing. This time, I forced my eyes to remain shut. It worked like magic, as I was out within a few minutes.

***

Sunlight sneaked through the window drapes into the room, I could feel the reflection of it rays on my face. I blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the light and my environment. The bed was strangely large and soft beneath my skin, the duvet was thick with quality. It took a moment for my brain to register the events of the previous day, reminding me that I was away from my apartment. I was in Antonio Bernoti’s castle. I sighed at the realization, yawning lazily and unwrapping myself from the thick sheet.

“Holy shiii…” I staggered back to the bed in fear.

How long has he been here? How did he get in? Oh, i had forgot to close the door last night. He turned slowly, registering my presence. He wore a long sleeve that was left unbutton, over a pair of joggers. His hair fell over his face in that way that made him look extraordinarily sexy. He had a magazine resting on his crossed legs.

“It’s a nice thing you finally decided to wake up.” He rose from the couch.

“You should have knocked, are you always this creepy?” I asked.

“Creepy? I didn’t want to wake you, but now I regret that I didn’t, cause you snore terribly and I had to endure that,”

“That’s not true, I don’t snore, I have never snored,” I defended strongly. But what if I did snore? I hope I didn’t.

“Suit yourself. I would be at the dining, do not keep me waiting,” he dropped the magazine, “Try to wash up before coming down. You don’t want to scare my guards with that face,” they was a smirk on his face as he made his way out.

I rushed to the mirror the moment he was out. The image of me was demoralizing. My hair was a tangled mess over my head, I had forgotten to wipe off the lipstick on my lips and now, it was scattered over my cheeks.

It wasn’t enough that he had to see me snoring, he also had to see this shameful side of me. I ambled into the opposite door which was the bathroom and allowed the water crawl over my skin.

“That took like forever,” he groaned when I joined him at the dining room, his face was buried over his phone.

“Am here now,” I smiled, feeling satisfied at my look. I had taken my time to brush my hair, applying the conditioning that stood on the dressing table. It was now falling over my shoulders in a cascading manner. My brows and lashes had also received special treatments, adding a glow to my look.

“I…” He started, then paused as his eyes landed on me. He was looking at me for the first time since I came down, his Adam’s apple pushed up and down in a quick swallow.

His jaw hung losed for a moment, I could see the admiration in his eyes, it made my body warm. But it disappeared as quickly as it had come, without a compliment, he picked up his mug, sipping at the content.

I chewed on my bugger with disappointment. How could he have noticed my worst look but not my best look. For a spilt second, I wished it was Charlie sitting in his place.

“What would you do while am away?” I asked, breaking the canopy of silence that had enveloped us.

“Work,” he answered.

“What kind of work do you do?” I pushed.

“A lot of different things that I can’t mention,”

“You mean smuggling, racketeering, drugs?” I asked, keeping my face down, avoiding the glare that I was sure would come. The silence that followed was thick, almost like he was not there. I was forced to look up from my dish.

I was met with dark eyes that swarm with angry venom. The burger got stuck in my mouth, I couldn’t chew, couldn’t swallow, couldn’t avert my eyes from his. He looked like he could kill me at the moment.

“Jacob would drive you to school,” he dropped his mug with a thud, pushing the chair behind in a noisy manner, he left the dining room.