Selena’s P. O. V.
Mom told me today that she and Dad are going on a business trip, which means I have to live with James Luther for more than a month.
At least it shows they care about me, and that makes me feel good. They want to ensure I’m safe, especially after what happened a few months ago. I was attacked, and since then, they’ve started paying more attention to me, making sure I’m protected. Though it’s frustrating sometimes, I can’t deny that their concern makes me feel loved.
But staying with James isn’t going to be easy. How am I supposed to live under the same roof as him, knowing I can’t act on my desires? Knowing I’ll spend every day wanting something I can’t have? Damn! It’s a big challenge for me.
I sit on the bed, packing my bags with Lily’s help. My mind keeps drifting to James-his smouldering gaze, his sharp jawline, and the way his mere presence ignites something within me I can’t seem to control.
For the past week, I’ve done nothing but fantasise about dirty things with my father’s friend. Why can’t I just get him out of my mind? Why is my desire to be fucked by him growing stronger? And why can’t I just have him?
Maybe it’s because I’ve never met someone with whom I can’t have sex. James is forbidden to me, and that only makes me crave him more. The fact I can’t have him drives me crazy.
As my packing gets done, I hug Lily. “I’m going to miss you.”
“Sweetie, I’ll miss you too.” She pats my back and pulls away. “Please take care of yourself, okay? Eat on time. You’re so careless when it comes to yourself.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take proper care of myself.” I assure her with a small smile. “You also take care of yourself, okay?”
She smiles back, nodding. “Okay.”
“I’ll call you daily to annoy you, so you won’t miss me too much.”
We both laugh at my words.
***
When I arrive at James’s mansion, a well-dressed man opens the door, giving a polite smile.
“Good evening, Miss Selena. I’m Mr. Den, the caretaker of the house,” he introduces himself, bowing slightly. “Mr. Luther informed me of your arrival. Please, come in.”
I step inside, taking in the grandeur of the place.
“Let me help you with your luggage.” He offers, lifting his hands to take my luggage.
“Oh, it’s alright.” I quickly pull the bags closer to me. “I can handle it myself. Just show me to my room.”
“As you wish, Miss. Your room is the first door on the right upstairs.”
I nod and head up the grand staircase, dragging my suitcase. When I reach the room he directed me to, I step inside and close the door.
Thank God! I reached the room safely and didn’t have to face Mr Luther.
I open the zipper of my bag and pull out my nightwear, deciding to change myself into something comfortable before getting some rest.
Just as I remove my top and reach behind to unhook my bra, I hear the creak of a door opening. My heart stops. Slowly, I turn around, and my blood runs cold when I see James standing in the doorway of the attached bathroom.
Fuck! What is he doing here?
His intense, burning gaze is fixed on my tits covered behind my lacy black bra, causing my cheeks to turn pink.
“What are you doing here, little miss?” He asks in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. Why does he have such an effect on me?
“What are you doing here, Mr Luther?” I stammer, trying to cover my chest with my hands.
“This is my room.” He steps closer, his gaze filled with desire heating my skin.
What? This is his room? Fuck!
“I-I thought this was mine.”
“You thought wrong, Selena.” As now he stands a few inches away from me, my breath becomes heavy. His proximity is making me weak on my knees, and the way he’s looking at me… it’s as if he’s undressing me further with his eyes.
Right now, all I want to do is grab his face and kiss him until we’re both breathless. But I can’t. He’s off-limit. He’s my father’s friend. I can’t cross that line with him again, no matter how much I want to.
“I’m sorry.” I quickly grab my top and slip it on as fast as I can before rushing out of the room without another word.
As I leave, I can still feel his gaze fixed on me, and it burns my body.
Shit! He just saw me half-naked. Why is this happening to me? First the kiss, and now this?
Leaning against the wall in the hallway, I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
That’s when Mr. Den appears and asks, “Miss Selena, is everything alright?”
“Y-Yes. But I think I was given the wrong room.”
“Oh, my apologies. Your room is the first room on the left. I must have misspoken earlier.”
I glare at him but don’t say anything. I just nod and head to the correct room, still flustered.
When I get there, I slam the door shut and collapse onto the bed. My heart is still racing, and my mind won’t stop replaying the image of James standing there, his heated gaze locked on me.
‘What are you doing here, little miss?’ His husky voice echoes in my mind, making my face burn with embarrassment-and something else I don’t want to admit.
God, how am I supposed to face him after this?
And damn! He looked so tempting, as always, in his grey three-piece suit. I wonder how hot he’d look without clothes.
“Selena, for God’s sake, stop it,” I shout at myself.
A knock at the door startles me, and for a moment, I panic. Is it James?
No. No. It shouldn’t be him. I’m not ready to face him just yet.
The knocking comes again, and I have no choice but to open the door. Thankfully, it’s just a maid with my luggage.
“Thank God,” I mutter under my breath as I let her in to put it inside.
As she leaves, I shut the door close.
It’s frustrating me because I can’t stop the image of James’s piercing gaze from flashing in my mind again.
God, how am I going to survive this month with him around me? He is so damn hot and irresistible.
Why does he have to be my father’s friend?