POV: Lianne Dievin
We went back to the mansion after we made a short stop at the police office. I did have a hard time with the police’s interrogations but luckily I managed a good alibi. I just can’t disclose them all of what happened! If I did, I’m pretty sure they would think me crazy or some daydreaming woman. I didn’t press any charges also, just so I could keep myself from any more pressure with these uniformed men. One gun-wielding man was enough for me.
Luckily, Alona and Rachel’s family connections with the resort owner made us stay for four more days. Now, I could at least make up with my friends after stealing their vacation time inside the hospital.
And surely enough, Jen immediately left me to date with her boyfriend. It was after lunch when Alona suggested we visit the resort’s famous cave and hot spring at the foot of the mountain on the west forest. It would require an overnight stay in the resort’s luxurious cabins if we were to go sightseeing the caves though, so we had to prepare some change of clothes before the bus leaves at two in the afternoon for the camp site.
I went to my room to freshen up and change into a proper getup. I wore a short black denim skirt, a beige-colored off-shoulder blouse, and some hiking boots. I admit I’m excited about our activity for the day, but my mind kept returning to my memory of the last day’s encounter.
Due to this, a wild thought crossed my mind. Would it hurt if I check that room once again? With what had just happened back there, I guess I’m crazy to even think about it, but still, a certain pull wanted me to return.
Should I take chances? Should I? And what if I would run into that merciless man again? What would I do then?
I shook my head to clear my doubt away.
Maybe I should… just in order to meet Ruen and finally ask him a mountain of questions.
But, what if this time, he wouldn’t be lucky enough to survive? That man named Cain made it a clear point to kill him.
“No, I can’t take any chances, ” I told myself, feeling determined. “For him, for his safety and mine. And besides, I don’t have the key to that room anymore.”
But I truly wanted to see him… God knows how much I wanted to.
My cellphone’s alarm clock rang at one-thirty, hinting that I should get going. I shoved the memories into the back of my head and grabbed my small backpack resting at the foot of the bed.
For now, I intend on enjoying myself and stop thinking about those two men. I needed this break after what I had been through.
I turned towards the main door with a smile on my face, but the moment I opened it, my smile fell and was replaced with utter awe.
Standing in all his glory was my mysterious man, Ruen. His brown-green eyes were riveted on me like I’m some sort of a rare creature.
He was wearing a crisp gray shirt and paired it with what looked like designer pants and black boots. He wasn’t wearing a coat at all – an accessory that I have quite grown accustomed to seeing him with.
My mouth was agape. I couldn’t help but just stand, motionless like a Greek statue. I never expected to see him so soon and even here!
He was always the mysterious one. Appears unexpectedly like so, but then vanishes the moment I approach him. However, now, clearly, his actions changed.
His lips curved into a small grin and I was definitely taken aback.
“Ruen…” my voice somehow returned, “you’re fine.” He didn’t seem surprised that I actually called him by his given name.
“I’m happy that you’re well yourself, ” he stated, his voice sounding lethargic. Admittedly, it sent a delicious kind of reaction all over my body.
“Oh, vaso… vasovagal syncope, that’s what… the doctor said, ” I stammered.
My hands went clammy as I took in the atmosphere of the space between us. The gap was unbearable. I actually wanted to run to him and check out his gunshot wounds to make sure he was really fine. He was not wincing of pain at all. He was even standing regally like he had no injury.
“How were his kisses?” he bluntly asked together with his eyes turning cold.
I furrowed my brows, unsure of what to make of his question. “His… kisses?” I asked, returning his words.
“Cain, Lianne. The one who tried to kill me. Don’t act as if he hadn’t done something to you in the King’s room.”
My breath hitched. I certainly don’t want to relive that particular memory again, but because of his words, I did and it wasn’t good. I remembered feeling the sensation of his kisses. It was both pleasurable and painful.
I shifted my eyes on the ground, ashamed to look at him, and when I answered, I found myself stuttering again.
“I… I do… uhm I… do I have to answer that question!?” I blurted out without even thinking.
I shouldn’t lie to him, but I, of course, couldn’t tell him that I somehow… a little bit… just a little bit… enjoyed Cain’s kisses.
I looked back at him only to find he was now inches away from me, looking at me like I’m some piece of morsel ready to be devoured.
The closeness did startle me so I instinctively stepped back once opening up a bit of space between us.
My eyes widened as he quickly reached out to me, his hands snaking around my waist and then pulled me closer to him.
I was ultimately trapped.
“It hurts me to know that you’re being touched by another man other than me, Lianne. You find his kisses pleasurable? I’ll show you what a real kiss is.”
With those words out, my mind went blank. I stiffened when his face inched nearer and then, without a moment’s pause, our lips touched.
Sparks flew in my mind thereafter.
I couldn’t explain the feeling, but I honestly thought I was in euphoria. His lips massaged mine with finesse and ohhh… I didn’t care anymore if I was breathing or not.
Instinctively, I reciprocated his kisses and traced his perfect jawline towards his nape with my hands. I couldn’t explain but there was this longing feeling inside me. A strong longing I couldn’t deny myself. The moment he first kissed me in my apartment, I honestly wanted more. Was that even our first kiss? Or have I kissed him many times before just like my dreams numerously suggested to me?