Maggie sat in the car, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts, her emotions in turmoil. The events that had just unfolded played vividly in her mind, much like a movie. She couldn’t help but dwell on the part she had chosen to hide from Aldrich, weighing heavily on her conscience.
“Maggie, are you okay? You look pale,” Aldrich handed her a glass of water, concern etched on his face.
“Thank you, I’m just a bit tired,” Maggie took a sip of water, and Aldrich smoothly took the cup back, setting it down. Their interaction flowed seamlessly with these small details.
“Maybe you need to close your eyes and get some rest. I’ll wake you up when we get home.”
“You wouldn’t do that; you’d secretly carry me to the bedroom,” Maggie quipped.
Aldrich sensed Maggie’s vulnerability and playfully replied, “Impressive, clever Maggie. You’ve already figured me out. So, what reward do you want?”
Maggie held out her hand, “I want you to hold my hand and never let go.”
“Alright, I’ll do that right away.”
Under Aldrich’s protection, Maggie slowly closed her eyes. However, instead of feeling drowsy, she began to see the dangerous scene that had just unfolded in the flower shop.
As the memories of the attack resurfaced, her heart raced within her chest, matching the pace of her frantic thoughts. She shivered and couldn’t shake the feeling of residual fear. The image of the woman attacking her with hatred and malice was imprinted deep in her mind.
She loudly demanded of the woman, “Who are you? What’s your purpose…”
However, this woman, blinded by intense hatred, lunged at Maggie, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation. Maggie witnessed the woman’s eyes change from a deep red to a startling blue.
Her anguished cry caught the attention of Mrs. Jenkins, and the older woman rushed over to help her. However, driven by her determination, the attacker forcefully pushed Mrs. Jenkins aside, causing her to stumble and fall.
Maggie’s trembling hands fought back against the assailant, desperately grasping the woman’s arm that was closing in around her throat. But in that heart-pounding moment, something out of the ordinary happened. As their skin made contact, a brilliant white light burst forth, enveloping both of them in a radiant glow. The woman let out a blood-curdling scream, instinctively covering her head, and then abruptly retreated into the shadows, leaving Maggie bewildered, searching for answers.
It was only at this point that Maggie’s bodyguards, who had been following her, realized something was amiss. They rushed into the room, finding flowers strewn on the floor. Maggie sat on the ground, breathing heavily, and Mrs. Jenkins struggled to stand, checking Maggie’s injuries.
The assailant had entered through the broken window, and the bodyguards exchanged glances. They quickly gave chase, but the elusive figure had disappeared within the flower shop.
Maggie fell into contemplation, raising her hand to touch the mark left on her neck by the woman. She could still feel a faint warmth, a residue from that extraordinary encounter. This experience burdened her with an inexplicable weight, filling her with both awe and confusion. As she realized that something beyond her understanding had awakened within her, she felt a mix of excitement and unease.
Mrs. Jenkins stood nearby, her gaze fixed on Maggie’s trembling hands. She widened her eyes in disbelief, reflecting her astonishment in her voice as she spoke. “Maggie, what was that burst of light? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Maggie’s mind raced, trying to make sense of these bewildering events. She extended a hand to help Mrs. Jenkins up from the ground, struggling to find the right words to explain, her voice mixed with amazement and uncertainty.
“I… I don’t know, Mrs. Jenkins. It’s as if something within me awakened, and that burst of light… it happened when I touched the assailant.”
Mrs. Jenkins’s eyes sparkled with caution and curiosity as she urged Maggie to keep this extraordinary event a secret. Her voice was hushed, conveying concern and the need for further understanding.
“No one else must know about this. Tomorrow, act as if nothing happened and return to the flower shop. We need time to understand what exactly happened to you.”
Maggie felt trust and connection surging towards Mrs. Jenkins and slowly nodded. She knew she could confide in the older woman, who seemed to understand her uncertainty. Maggie firmly responded, “You’re right, Mrs. Jenkins. I’ll keep this to myself for now. Once I have a better understanding, I’ll explain everything to Aldrich.”
Following her agreement with Mrs. Jenkins, Maggie chose to temporarily conceal the powerful white light emanating from her. She had a premonition that Mrs. Jenkins knew more than she let on, but time didn’t permit them to exchange more information.
Now, Maggie closed her eyes, her mind filled with the fierce and deadly expression of the woman who had attacked her. She shivered all over, desperately trying to escape the nightmare but unable to fully wake up.
Aldrich noticed Maggie trembling when she held his hand, feeling her pain. He gently reached out, pulling her into his arms and kissed her furrowed brow, his face brimming with concern. His touch was warm and reassuring, like a balm to her troubled soul.
“Maggie,” he whispered softly, his voice tender, “you’re safe now. I won’t let anything harm you.”
The car safely arrived at Barrett Manor, and Aldrich kissed Maggie’s forehead, attempting to ease the pain that had weighed heavily on her. “Dear, we’re home now,” he said in a lover’s gentle voice. He carefully cradled Maggie, his powerful arms enveloping her entirely as she pressed against his chest. She felt his heartbeat until he gently laid her on the bed, and Maggie’s emotions gradually began to calm down.
Night fell on Barrett Manor, casting a layer of anticipation and unease over the estate. In their shared space, Maggie’s soul had turned into a battlefield of restlessness. The woman’s sharp gaze and malicious intent invaded her mind, causing her to twitch and sob in her sleep. Her intense crying awoke Aldrich from his slumber, and his heart raced with worry for her safety.
Aldrich was eager to soothe her; he rushed to her side, treading lightly on the floor. “Maggie,” he called out, and his voice provided comfort amid her nightmare storm. He gently woke her, his touch reassuring her. “It’s just a dream, my dear. I’m here with you.”
Maggie opened her eyes wide, disoriented and blinked back tears, her breathing labored. When she saw Aldrich’s familiar face, a sense of relief washed over her, mingled with residual fear. “Aldrich,” she said, her voice trembling, “I… I couldn’t escape her gaze. It felt like she wanted to devour me.”
Aldrich’s expression softened, and he gently brushed a few strands of hair from Maggie’s forehead. “You’re safe now, Maggie,” he reassured her, his voice filled with tender caresses. “That woman is no longer a threat. I won’t let her hurt you.”
As Aldrich’s comforting presence enveloped her, her nightmare gradually lessened. She leaned against him, finding solace in the strength of his arms. With each beat of their hearts, the fear dissipated, replaced by a sense of security.
In the dimly lit room, their gazes met, their faces inches apart. Maggie’s hands encircled Aldrich, and their breaths quickened. Their lips met slowly and tentatively, driven by wordless desire and unyielding passion. Maggie nibbled Aldrich’s lower lip, making him groan and igniting a fire in his soul, threatening to consume all reason.
Their kiss deepened, driven by an unspoken longing and undying passion. Maggie quivered, and Aldrich’s hands gently explored her body, his fingers tracing hot paths across her skin. His long, thick fingers slipped beneath her panties, moving back and forth, their speed increasing until Maggie was drenched, her lips releasing sweet moans. They teetered on the brink of surrender, the world around them becoming inconsequential.
“Maggie,” Aldrich murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire, “I want to ensure your safety forever.”
Maggie’s voice was filled with longing, her words like soft confessions. “Aldrich, I’ve never felt like this before. When I’m with you, I feel complete.”
After Maggie was pleasured, she gazed deeply into Aldrich’s eyes, kissing and biting his neck, moaning against his skin. She leaned down, running her hand over his trousers, caressing his shaft and feeling its warmth and girth. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down on his manhood.
Aldrich, who had always been dismissive of sweet nothings, blushed slightly and groaned, “Me too.”
After a while, Maggie’s voice broke the ambiguity in the bedroom, “Just now… it was our first kiss.”
Aldrich held Maggie’s shoulders tighter. “Not just our first kiss. I explored more, and you make me want to go mad, Maggie. But I think we can’t cross our boundaries anymore…”
“Aldrich, you’re an emotional charmer.”
“I’m absolutely loyal to you, and Selene can testify to that.”
“You said you’d let me go, not cross the boundaries, but your body tells a different story. You don’t really want me to leave.”
“Maggie… you’re Selene’s divine punishment to me, bringing me joy and sorrow…” Aldrich sighed in resignation, slowly loosening his hold on Maggie.
Maggie chuckled softly, and as Aldrich prepared to let go entirely, she quickly grasped his hand, refusing to let him leave. “Don’t go, Aldrich. I like you holding me. Your presence gives me security.”
“Don’t say such things to me anymore, Maggie. My self-control has its limits.”
“Hmm? What are you hesitating about?” Maggie raised her head, and suddenly locked eyes with Aldrich, his deep gaze filled with love and infatuation, causing her body to go weak.
She turned her face, and said softly, “Aldrich is the emotional charmer.”
Aldrich paid no heed to Maggie’s words; he gently embraced her, restraining himself, and ran his fingers through her hair.
In that stolen moment, their worries and doubts vanished. When they sought comfort in each other’s arms, the darkness held no power over them. Fatigue weighed down Maggie’s eyelids, signaling her to sleep.
Aldrich held her gently, his touch caressing her cheeks. “Rest now, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice like a gentle lullaby. “I’ll watch over you while you sleep.”