Chapter 4 Hard

Beca's words remained in Kamilla's mind for the entire week following their conversation. The two women's assumption about Samuel Petrov's motive in helping her is quite absurd.

Mr. Samuel Petrov is one of the heirs to the world's most powerful conglomerate. A man of high caliber and far from being ordinary to notice someone like her. Furthermore, he is too old to care about trivial matters.

With these thoughts in mind, she was convinced that he had a logical reason for bringing her to his home rather than simply providing her with the benefits of her father's death. She will know once she asks him.

For various reasons, she also hasn't left his place since she arrived. She is afraid to go outside without knowing what awaits her. Somehow, the emptiness of the place became her sanctuary. It gave her time to mourn her loss and heal her broken heart. Also, to gather her shattered pride.

Furthermore, she discovered that Cel and Beca are only there during the day to do chores and will leave once night falls. Once they had left, she would explore the luxury around.

Like the rest of the world, she is curious about how the Petrovs live their lives. She even dared enter Samuel Petrov's bedroom and inspect the massive walk-in closet that house all of his expensive wardrobe. The opulence of his residence has clearly proven how wealthy a Petrov is.

Despite the luxury that surrounds her, she is becoming agitated and bored. Beca and Cel are not helping either. The two women are causing her more confusion than providing answers to her perplexing questions.

To distract herself from boredom, she tries to enjoy her stay. Not until she realized it had been a week and Samuel Petrov had not returned after leaving without explanation.

"What now, Kamilla?" she whispered while blankly staring at the clear blue water. The chilly air did not bother her as she sat on the edge of the swimming pool.

As she had on other nights, she went for a swim when she could not sleep. The two-piece swimsuit she owns comes in handy. She bought it on a whim since it was on sale. However, due to its provocative design, she has not used it since. It is too skimpy for her personal taste to wear in public.

But since she was alone, she had the confidence to wear them.

She turns to the magnificent night view of the entire city, and she can't help but be amazed again. The view has never failed to distract her from her melancholy.

"Well, let's enjoy this while it lasts," she heaved a sigh while giving the magnificent scenery one last look before taking another lap in the pool.

She swam back and forth until she got tired. Afloat, she watches the night sky while relishing the silence. The water covering her ears blocks the noise of the traffic around.

"Perfect," she contentedly smiles before closing her eyes. The steady motion of the water around her soothes her nerves and quiets her racing heart from the strenuous swim.

She let calmness drift her to slumberland. She felt blissful until she caught a whiff of something that made her eyes pop open.

"Shit," she blurted out, having lost her balance. Water splashed everywhere while she tried to survive drowning and a huge chunk of humiliation.

"Need a hand, Kamilla?"

A voice reached her ears, but due to his embarrassing situation, she had no way to respond. She is nearly regaining her balance, but not her dignity.

"Shit," she kept on cursing under her breath after she successfully swam to the side.

She takes her time composing herself in order to avoid the towering figure standing not far from her spot. While doing so, she prayed that the man would leave. Since, her plans for tonight do not include looking like a fool while plastered at the side of the pool.

Her hopes were dashed, however, when he remained unmoving.

"Are you not cold, Kamilla? It's late and you're still in the water" his deep voice broke the silence between them.

"Um... I am fine, Mr. Petrov," she softly mumbled after clearing her throat and avoiding looking at him.

There was another moment of silence, and she could not help but look in his direction. She assumed he had already left because he had been so quiet for so long.

However, to her dismay, he is still on his spot with his two hands inside his pockets. He is looking at her with incomprehensible yet intense eyes.

After a week of not seeing him, she was surprised by her joy at his return. She hasn't realized she is waiting for him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Petrov" she tried to sound casual despite her excitement.

She is attempting to contain her emotions and the foolishness she felt while hiding her nakedness from his piercing gaze. The way he looks at her causes her heart to race.

"It's getting late, Kamilla. Get out of the water" ignoring her homage, his soft command reached her flustered self.

"I'm fine, Mr. Petrov. Don't mind me. I'm used to the cold" with a forced smile, she politely refused.

She swears she was not lying about being accustomed to the cold, but her limbs are proving otherwise. She was surprised to feel herself shivering.

Mentally, she was aghast by the realization. It's still summer. She should not be this cold right now.

"You are getting cold, Kamilla. Get out of the water" he insisted, narrowing his eyes on her as warning.

"You are starting to shake, Kamilla. Get out of the water now" looming above her, he bent down and effortlessly yanked her from the water as if she weighed nothing.

Startled, she hasn't made a sound while she was hauled in the air. She is too stunned to speak as she gape at the man who is now holding her inside his strong arms.

With one arm rounding her petite figure, she remained stiff as he casually removed his business jacket.

Except for Ivan, she is unaccustomed to being close to a man. More so, it's Mr. Samuel Petrov, a far from ordinary man she was used to interact.

His proximity had already comforted her in her frozen state. The heat radiated by his body keeps her warm, and the subtle yet intoxicating manly scent that fills her senses makes her languid.

She never imagined herself being so close to a Petrov. Despite her confusion, she likes the way his presence makes her feel.

"What are you thinking, Kamilla Laskin, swimming so late?" he muttered, wrapping her in his jacket.

"I can not sleep," she quickly explained after snapping out of her trance.

She just realized she was already wearing his jacket, which reached her knees.

"Am I that small?" she mentally asks herself as she carefully moves away to look at herself in his jacket.

However, before her gaze could travel down her body, her eyes were drawn to the large wet spot on his shirt. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the wetness of his white shirt, revealing the fine hair covering his chest.

"Oh my... I got you wet!" she exclaimed in horrified surprise.

Her heart is pounding hard from fear as she mentally chastises herself for bothering a Petrov.

"No, Kamilla, you made me hard," Samuel grimly countered, holding her agitated gaze with his dark one.

****Tbc****