Page 24 of Kings of Desire
There was something off. This wasn’t Ace’s doing and neither Michael’s.
A dimly lit hall was marking my path through a maze of doors and corridors, leading me to the place that I needed to be at.
‘Get inside,’ the guard had definitely skipped charm school, but at least opened the door for me to get in.
It was pitch black, and although I had just come from the shadowy hallway, my eyes couldn’t adjust to any clue of what was in the room.
A hurried beat was pumping in my chest, as the fear of the unknown was settling in, alarming my senses and bringing me to the verge of a panic attack.
‘You were late,’ a voice that I’ve heard before broke through the darkness.
‘I needed to change.’
‘Did I ask you to change?’ He asked as if I was to know what he had in mind.
In any case, I don’t think he would have appreciated my initial choice of clothes for the day. The dress I had on was more appropriate... for pretty much anything.
‘You wouldn’t have appreciated the type of clothes I was wearing.’
‘And do you think I appreciate these?’
What was he even talking about? He could barely even see my shadow, let alone my dress.
‘I don’t care what type of clothes you usually wear. If I did base myself on that, you wouldn’t be here today.’ The light in the room went on, revealing a face that has been haunting my dreams for more than a couple of nights. The man that I met in Randy’s office was standing right in front of me. Dominant. Powerful. Astonishing.
The memory of his image bestowed upon me that day served him no justice as I remembered him to be alluring, when in fact he was a sculpture chiseled by Michelangelo himself. A defined jawline was framing the perfect features of his face while the contrast between the raven hair and the two deep jaded orbs that glared at me was melting my kneecaps into some kind of jelly pudding.
He was too good to be true, and that’s because goodness was the one attribute missing from everything reflecting in his eyes. Evil, mastermind, tempter, dominant...but good -no. He was bad news, and I had no doubt about it, yet there I was, face to face with the most tantalizing danger.
‘Take them off,’ his tone calm, as he had done this a hundred times before.
‘Excuse me!?
‘Your clothes, I want them gone,’ he detailed the request, although I already knew what he was referring to. Just having a hard time believing his nerve.
‘I think you got the wrong person. I don’t accept those kinds of requests.’
‘I’ve got exactly the right person, Bea. Now take off your fucking clothes.’
He wasn’t giving me any room for negotiation and the anger hiding on his face was forcing me to comply.
But who was he?And what was he going to do with me!?
Unzipping the dress I had on, I pushed it down to my feet, remaining only in my underwear, drawing my arms around me so I could at least try and cover the exposed parts of my body.
Hot tears became rolling on the ground, as I was praying that he wouldn’t hurt me.
‘Cut the drama and put this on,’ he spoke, picking up a clothes bag from the couch and handing it to me.
‘What’s this?’ I asked while pulling on the zipper to reveal a beautiful golden dress.
‘I need you dressed....for now. Unless you want to put on a free private show for my men on the way to the car, I suggest you slip that on.’ I could tell that he wasn’t kidding around. He wasn’t the type to do that, on the contrary, he seemed dead serious in all of his actions, from the way he pronounced every single word to the way his body managed to remain completely still while he talked.
The dress wrapped around me in a blink of an eye, molding on my forms as if it was custom-made to fit me.
‘Can you please turn so I can remove my bra?’ I had to ask since the straps were showing from underneath the dress.
‘No.’
