Chapter FOUR

Chapter Four- Don't Shoot, It's Me 

I was deeply absorbed by my dirty thoughts. I can't believe that such an absolute hottie exists, like are you telling me that I live in one planet with this beast of a man?!

"Scarlett?" Ceska called out, picked up the magazine and snapped her slim fingers in my face. "You were literally not even blinking." 

"Yeah I know," I fanned my face with my hands, "he is really, really hot! That's the man of my dreams right there, he can bend me over the nearest surface he finds any day!" Okay, I might have sounded too thirsty. 

Ceska's eyes went over the cover before returning to me and she blushed deeply. "You are not the only one who thinks so! Imagine having to see him almost everyday." Her face deflated and this emotion I couldn't read washed over her. "Huh! I would do anything, give anything to have that man as mine… but men like him would never notice women like us."

On that depressing note, Ceska placed the magazine in her bag, stood up and took the corner after her work phone rang.

A few minutes later dad arrived and announced that it was time to leave and I decided to heard to the bathrooms and freshen up again. When I was at the threshold, I was welcomed by an orchestra of soft moans and heavy breathing.

Stealthily, I pushed my head forward and peeked inside. My jaw dropped at the unholy display. Ceska had her skirt pulled up to her waist, her leg on top of the countertop and her fingers lodged deep inside her. She was getting off to a short, recorded audio which was playing on repeat.

"You have done a great job, keep up the good work. Now, I do not want to be interrupted. You may leave." The man on the recording's voice was powerful and delicious, I won't lie. 

"Yes sir...mhmmn… make me yours, tell me I'm yours, I only want to please you, make me your little slut…" Ceska's moans became more passionate, she was in her own world.

 

I decided to turn back before I get caught ogling like a creep. 

'Wow that woman has it bad.' I thought to myself as I accepted dad's hand and he helped me up the jet's stairs.

The private jet was nothing short of luxurious and magnificently phenomenal. The service was great, the entertainment was incredible and the weather was dulcet enough to permit a smooth flight. I felt like the best of royality for the three hours, but by the time we landed, the jetlag had hit hard and I wanted nothing but to duck my head under the covers and call it at a night. 

We spent fifteen minutes on the road before the SUV stopped in front of a large, morden castle like, shimmering, white building. It was now close to midnight in Bassa and I was too exhausted to be awed by the beauty of the hotel. I waited for the others to get out and tried to follow suit, but Dad's hand grasped my wrist and he stopped me before I could get out. 

"Wait, hun, this is not where we will be staying."

 

"Really?" I whined. "Not another journey! I just want to sleep."

 

"Hold on now miss grumpy," dad teased, pulling me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me, "we will be there in five minutes give or take." 

I was almost dozing off when the car stopped in front of a lit, three storey villa. So the five of us: dad and I and two other male executives and a female one, will be staying here.

 

Perking up from dad's chest, I made a lively remark. "Wow! Looks like paradise." 

"Come on, let's get you to bed before you get all crabby and moody." Dad dragged my sluggish self out of the car and when we stepped inside the glorious house, we found our suitcases already waiting for us and three maids ready to assist.

Well not that much, one of them looked just as drained as I was. I asked to be the first to be escorted to my assigned room and the mentioned young woman offered to help. She seemed to be a bit hazy- minded as she read the tag clipped to my largest suitcase.

"I should've taken my reading glasses with me." I heard her mumble to herself under her breath. 

"Please, follow me. Let me help you with the bags." She offered and helped me carry my excessive luggage up the seemingly never-ending stairs and we stood in front of a white door. "According to your tag, this should be your room," her hand went over her lips as she yawned, "forgive me, it is only my second day, I have had a long day, couple that with a new born who cries like crazy."

"I get you." I yawned as well. I liked her.

Launis, as her name tag read, dialed in a code and swiped her access card to unlock the door and after the failed attempt, she pushed down the handle and discovered that it was already open.

 

"It wasn't locked…. that's weird...." I heard her mumble to herself, before pushing the door wide open and the largest room I have ever seen came to view. 

It was simply stunning, the bed was enormous, wide and high and the furniture around the room was placed strategically to make it look the most regal it can look. All I could see was white, royal blue and gold. There were even three gold-plated pillars almost framing the bed in a semi arc and giving the room unnecessary support. The bedroom was fit for a king making away with country riches. I have been to so many extravagant luxury homes, the master bedroom at my home is quite impressive as well, I've always thought of dad's room to be a jaw- dropper, but this one takes the cake. The art, the sculptures, there are barrel chairs, loveseats, wingback chairs, only a Greek God or an imperial Emperor should be sleeping in such a bed. I know many people who would dream to have an apartment the size of this bedroom. I was not awestruck to the point of freezing in place and taking my time to admire the overly lavish yet beautiful room of intricate designs, because I was so worn out. I will definitely be doing more exploring tomorrow morning. Dad mentioned a rooftop terrace with a pool, a private spa, yoga studio and a jacuzzi room. 

Luxury at its best. 

"Thank you, Launis." I left my luggage by a beige accent chair. 

"This is me for the night, if you need anything, Lexana will be here, just call. Have a great night, miss, bou na barna." She bowed her head slightly and gave me a lazy grin.

 

"Bou ne e'barna." I exchanged her my sweetest smile and waited for her to leave before launching myself on the bed like a little kid.

This thing is huge. The textures beneath my skin were amazing, so soft, velvety smooth and fine. It doesn't get better than this.

I feel like a QUEEN. Maybe dad was right, this is just what I needed. 

I took a quick shower in heaven and I went to dad's room after he texted directions to me. His room was big,  with a lavish interior as well, but it was NOTHING compared to mine. Maybe I just got lucky or daddy dearest planned this. 

"Awwee, you're so cute sometimes dad." I threw myself at him and compressed him in a bear hug as soon as he was within arms reach.

"Sometimes?" He pretended to be offended, detaching from me. 

"I know the room was your idea, I absolutely love it!" I squeaked and squealed as quietly as I could and kissed both his cheeks.

 

"What?" He stared at me quizzically, with confusion that was feigned for sure. 

"You're the best, you know that? Good night, dad, love you always." I pecked him on the lips and cherished his warm smile. I love seeing him this happy. 

"I love you too bumblebee, sleep tight."

 

I turned off the lights for him before leaving so he doesn't get on his computer, he's too obsessed with work. By the time I made it up the stairs, I was finished, but I still had to change out of the bathrobe. 

I was in a palace so my attire had to be fitting of such royal elegance, so I took out my most expensive nightgown: a white chemise style silk night dress Becka bought for me last year on my birthday. It has never been worn and it is super sexy and is definitely a piece a woman would want to get for the wedding night. 

A navy blue robe draped over the armrest of a wingback chair caught my attention. When I felt the fineness of the silk under my fingertips, I knew I had to put it on. It was way too big, but I've always loved oversized clothes. It was very beautiful and certainly overpriced and I loved the intricate gold details on it, especially the dragon head embroidery on the back. 

If these are the benefits of being Mr Blackwood's employee, then, I must tell dad that I have changed my mind about the internship. Maybe the mighty Damien Blackwood is not that bad.

I felt like her royal highness as I slipped under the silky sheet and the material made sweet love to my skin.

 

"Night light on." I laid the command and sighed contently.

The night light went on and its luster was passionately romantic and soft on the eyes. The dimmer red glow encompassing the room was inspiring of hot, long love making with your lover. The bed was so comfortable, I knew I was going to have a hard time getting out of it in the morning.

 

Becka's words came back to me- there was not a single person who has tempted me to break my fidelity to Gage. Becka was so wrong, there are no hot men here, and rehearsing my "I told you so" speech was the last thing on my mind before I succumbed to sleep. 

But not for long.

I am a light- sleeper, so as soon as that abrasive click sound sliced through my ears at close range, I was rudely roused from sleep. 

My first response was a chain of grumbling croaks and grumpy groans, then my eyes fluttered open and I got the biggest fright of my life when I saw the muzzle of a gun pointing at my face.

 

Charged and fueled by a rush of adrenaline, I shot up and was on my feet in lightening speed, gaining the advantage of height now that I was standing on top of the bed.

Then he moved his arm up, aiming for my head yet again. Thinking he was going to pull the trigger, I screamed and blurted out the first thing that came to me.

 

"Don't shoot, it's me!"

 

My heart hammering my chest vigorously, I held up my trembling hands as if I thought I could catch the bullet before it hits me if he shoots. 

That's when I finally sized the assassin and my mouth fell ajar and my mind went kaput- the man wielding the open was very tall, with the physique of a warrior, hulking and also VERY NAKED!!! There was not even a patch of fabric on him and I was so horrified, yet in the same sense pleasantly shocked, I could not stop myself from staring. I could not make out his facial features perfectly due to the dimmer lighting, but that didn't matter because his face was not where my attention was. 

"Get down." He ordered in the most beastly voice, a dark, powerful voice saturated with annoyance, that suited his beastly looks all too well.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Please…" I did not waste another breath, I slid down the bed as quickly as I could and whimpered and yelped when the cold metal pressed into my forehead. 

"Who the fuck are you and what were you doing in my bed?" The coldness of his voice and his icy stare chilled me to the bone, but I couldn't help but think I had heard his voice somewhere before.

"Eyes on his face." I chanted mentally. 

My entire body was rapt by tiny tremors, I was quivering like a naked man trudging through thick snow amidst a raging snowstorm and I could barely formulate comprehensible words. 

"I- I- I th- thought t-t-this was my- my room-"

 

"It is not." He cut in sharply, making me feel like the biggest imbecile in the world. "What is your name?" He demanded impatiently, his arm not wavering even slightly.

It would've been so much easier to think had he not had a gun to my head… the nudity was a factor as well.

 

"S-scarlett Sage Ross." I said breathlessly, just praying that he removes the gun from my forehead before things go south. 

"Ohhh.." He drawled as if coming to some realisation, then he lowered his hand to his hip, and I exhaled deeply, letting go of a breath I didn't even realise I had been holding. "You are Christian's daughter," he gazed at me so intensely, I felt like a criminal for existing, then he stretched out the armed hand and pointed to the door, "next time do not ignore the initials."

 

I whipped my head to the door and I barely saw the letters in gold on the upper middle of the door; DB. I didn't notice them before. 

"DB- for Damien Blackwood." My eyes returned to him when he started speaking. "Let me not find you in here again, little one, or you will not walk out of this room the same. Get out!"

 

I looked at him, then looked at my luggage, then back at him and he addressed me sternly again. 

"The maids will bring your belongings to your actual room in the morning."

 

I timidly nodded my head and he placed the gun on the night stand and sat on the bed edge. The movements drew my attention to his lower body and I endeavoured to resist the urge to gawk at the area above his strong, muscular thighs.

 

"Can I help you, miss Ross?" His deep voice snapped me out of whatever trance I was in  because I flinched and I was immeasurably mortified that he had caught me staring.

My eyes were definitely where they shouldn't have been. He could tell my dad about this encounter. Shit! 

Lowering my eyes in shame, I stammered. "N-n-no si-sir- I- I am sorry-" I was quickly cut off.

"You should leave, otherwise there will be serious consequences." He warned in this menacing tone that depicted him as the most dangerous, cold- hearted bastard in the world.

 

I didn't wait for him to tell me twice, I quickly spun on my heel and strutted to the door, but I did not cover even half of the necessary distance before his searing, deep, velvety smooth, beautifully matured, villainous voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Miss Ross?" Chilly shivers shot up my spine and I told myself that I was not going to tilt my head back and face him. 

"Y-yes Sir?" There was a brief pause before he uttered curtly,

"The robe. It stays behind." 

Shit!

 

He must think I must have some audacity- I was even wearing his robe! You have no fucking idea how grateful I was that I had decided not to sleep in the nude like I sometimes do!

 

"I- I- I am so sorry, sir- I-" I hastily unfastened the robe, took it off and carefully laid it on the beige accent chair, then I made the exit faster than you could say "get out". 

Holy fucking shit!!

I looked back at the white door incredulously, absolutely flabbergasted- 

What the fucking hell just happened!!

And that's when it clicked!