I woke up as sun rays fell on my face through the window, I groaned while getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. I took a shower and got dressed into a Pink and White colour-blocked woven blouson dress, it has an off-shoulder neck, three-quarter sleeves, button closure, and flared hem, it was a simple dress. I was so tired and sore down there, I didn’t bother putting on makeup and just combed my hair.
At every step I took, my core ached and I could hardly walk. I reached the kitchen and saw that Arthur’s breakfast was already placed neatly in a tray with his coffee. The butler handed it to me as he saw me walking into the kitchen, I took it and made my way to Arthur’s bedroom.
I knocked on his door, but there was no response, I knocked again, “Come in,” came his deep morning voice.
I pushed the door and walked inside, I glanced at him and saw him sitting up while rubbing his eyes. He leaned his back to the headboard and looked at me, I quickly averted my eyes and placed the tray on the table on the big balcony.
I began placing everything down well aware that his blue/green eyes are watching my every move, “Your breakfast,” I said looking straight into his eyes.
“Come here,” he said, looking at me with a calm expression on his face, I gulped down and slowly walked towards his side of the bed.
I stood in front of him, and glanced at him, he was looking at me intensely making me gulp hard, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I gasped as my breasts squeezed against his chest, his arm wrapped around my waist possessively as his blue/green eyes stared into mine.
I placed my hand on his arm and tried to remove it from my waist, he was so strong that I couldn’t do anything. Tears rolled in my eyes as I struggled to get myself out of his strong hold,
“Please,” I cried while pulling his hand, his intense stare was boring into my skin, but I refused to look at his face.
“Please, let me go,” I sobbed while placing my hands over his hard chest and pushing him with all my strength.
“Let me go!” tears were streaming down my eyes while still refusing to meet his gaze, I no longer trusted myself with him. I don’t want him to use my body! I don’t want to be his toy! I don’t want all this.
“Davina,” he called in a threatening way.
“No! Please,” I cried out loud hitting his chest, he removed his hand around my waist and flipped me over, he climbed on top of me and pinned my hands over my head. I shut my eyes tightly and continued to cry, I could feel his gaze on my face and still refused to meet his gaze.
“Please, I’m… not a… whore!” I cried and last night things flashed in front of my eyes, I cried and cried without opening my eyes.
“Please, I-I can’t!” I cried, I slowly opened my eyes while still sobbing, and through my blurry vision I saw him looking at me with a different emotion, his inner eyebrows are raised and I noticed pain in those beautiful eyes but before I could clearly see what it was, he masked it up.
Is it Guilt?
All of a sudden he removed his hand and moved away from me and climbed off the bed, I stopped sobbing and slowly sat up while looking at him. He was standing in front of me with his back to me, moving his hand through his hair I heard him curse under his breath.
“Leave!” he said quietly,
I blinked and stared at him in surprise, did he just? Or is it my imagination?
“Leave! before I change my mind!” he said angrily, without turning around and moving his hand through his hair making it messy.
Get up and run away before he does something! My subconscious yelled at me.
I hurriedly climbed off the bed and walked towards the door with my heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. I grabbed the knob and pulled the door and before I could step out of the room something in me screamed at me to look back at him and I did.
I see him looking at me with something in his eyes, it confused me! His eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together, his lips pressed together in a thin line and my eyes moved to his hands and saw him fisting his hands.
I turned around and blinked before stepping out of the room and walking towards my room.
Did I just saw guilt in his eyes?
It wasn’t my imagination!
Was it!
No!
It was guilt!