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David's POV. 

Thanks.” I let out as Irene quickly helps me to remove my suit. She hurried over to the very moment 

she heard  driver sweep into the garage of the mansion.

“My pleasure, sir.” She whispers in response, a smile flavoring her words. She tries to step away and take the suit to my room but my question  makes her stop.

“You haven’t gone home yet?” I ask, wondering why she’s  still in the mansion. Usually, she goes home once it strikes ten p.m and now it’s 

already 1 a.m.

Irene’s in her mid-forties, just a few years older than me. She’s  married to one Andrew White, who works as a cab driver.  

They literally  got married  just a few months ago and she’s  been caring for Andrew’s two children.

Initially, Irene was a live-in maid but things changed when she and Andrew got married. She requested 

to still work for me and so to make things easy for her, I asked her to no longer be my live-in maid.

Hence, every day Irene ends her shift around 10 p.m.

She turns to face me with a touch of smile on he face. “Andrew went to visit his parents with the kids. So I decided  to sleep over. I hope it’s  still accepted?” She drops her voice at the last sentence.

I give her a shrug, I don’t 

mind her staying the night or however 

long it takes. She thanks me again and skid away to tuck my suitcase and suit in my room.

I huff a short breath as I pad into the house. My eyes search for Andrei. I know by now Vee would be asleep. Yet, my blood pulses to go and check up on her.

At that conclusion, I wander up the staircase  and hightail it down the hallway  to her room. I get of glimpse of my room door ajar and Irene’s  there tucking my sheets perfectly  into the edges of the bed.

When I get to Vee's door I stop briefly with my eyes closed. I want to tamp my feelings down before I venture into her room.

Fuck, it hasn’t  been easy for me to have Vee around since the moment 

she turned eighteen.

I always find myself 

fantasizing  about having her as mine. That’s the fucked up reason I don’t  want  her to have a boyfriend. No matter how much I try to convince myself  I’m hoarding Vee away from men because of my fear of the mafia wanting to lay hands on her, I know it’s  not entirely true.

No, I damn want to keep the little  angel for myself. To make her mine. It’s being my greatest  fantasy but I sure as hell knows it won’t  happen.

This is reality and I can’t 

slip ‘cause if I do…it won’t  bode well in the end for my status, my life in general  and most importantly  hers!

Vee is a gem I promised to shield, to protect  until she’s 

old enough to make her own decisions.

I shake away the mind-pinning thoughts and dive my hand over the door handle. I gently swing it and the hook leaves the safe, fluttering the door open.

That instant, her fucking sensual flora scent snap into my nostrils, working it’s  way to my blood stream. I grit my teeth as I see her lying in a spoon position  on her queen sized bed. Her left hand is tucked between  her thighs.

The blanket hangs loosely around her waist, not completely  covering her up. I gently  push the door further open, careful not to wake her. The hinges sing in a warbled manner as I slide inside the room.

My feet slam on the floorboard as I reach her in six short strides.

Up-close, her scent harasses me more. I take her in, her olive skin dusted with  little hairs gleaming as the bedside lamp strokes against it.

Her wavy hair cascades over the pillows behind her. I lean closer and smell her. My fingers work gently in her jet-black 

hair and I relish the silky texture of it.

Careful not to wake her, my fingers skid over the hand lounging between  her thighs, intentionally hovering a little over her groin.

Fuck!

Shock grips me the moment 

she jerks and I draw up and back away. I could swear I noticed the light pur that light her lips and it sends blood rushing to my cock.  I look more closely and see goosebumps splurge against  her skin.

I’m hard…so fucking hard. I step back while my eyes peg her in place. This is how I battle my emotions 

for the past one year.

Shit, the girl suddenly 

grew flesh in the right places, drawing my attention. So…I just can’t  help but be drawn to her body.

I rake my hand through my hair as I fight the need to curl up behind her on that bed and sink my cock deep into her body.

There, she rolls over to her side and I stall, holding my breath. I don’t  want her to see me here nor find out the truth I’ve been holding back.

I can’t  do this here. I can’t  hurt the girl who's been calling me dad for over ten years now.

I turn around as the last string of voices hover around me and take my leave. I've made it my priority 

to stay away from Vera as much as I can.

I want things to be the way they used to be. I don’t  want to ruin our relationship. I snake away from the room with a raging hard-on and stealthily  shut the door.

Just as I aim to pad down the hallway to the kitchen  where I can grab a bite to eat, my cell rings.

I put my fingers into my pocket  and fish it out. Claire?

Why is she calling? We literally  separated 

a few minutes  ago. Is she in some kind of trouble?  I wonder.

I swipe my finger over the screen and then voice out.

“Claire, are you okay?” My voice holds a shred of concern while I speak.

I hear her sigh. “My car broke down sweetie.”

“The heck? Why don’t 

you call your dad’s  men to pick you up?” I walk downstairs while I converse with her.

“Shit, David. My battery’s low and you’re  the first person that flashed through my mind, so I opted to call you.” She literally 

speaks like a damsel in distress.

I’m no knight in a shining armor  but it’s 

already dark and the August mid-night must be chilling her bones. Plus, I’m the last person she was with. So if anything  happens 

to her, her father will gun me down.

I don’t  want  that. With a huff of breath, I utter. “Where are you?”

And then Claire tells me her exact location and I quickly send my driver to pick her up. As I make it to the kitchen, I clamp the fridge open and grab some milk and cookies.

While on my munching feast, Andrei walks up to me. The man only grabs a few minutes sleep and is back on guard.

I didn’t  bother checking up on him before because  I knew he'd be asleep.

“David.” His bass voice gets to me and I grin at him.

“Already awake?” I ask, taking a gulp of milk from the glass.

“Yeah…”

“Tell me about her day?” I demand, interrupting  his words.

It’s  my ritual every day. I always make Andrei recount all that Vera did during the day out. I feel a sense of satisfaction  knowing her whereabouts and shits.

It gives me the assurance she doesn’t  cheat nor mess around. And mostly that she’s  safe from the men wanting to get her. I grimace at the last thought.

Andrei  sighs and says. “She’s  angry…at you.”

I pause, knowing she'll be. I disappointed  her on her day.  Andrei looks at me and huffs.

“What’s there to look? Make it up to her.” He advises.

Andrei has been with me for years so he knows me front and back. He knows fully my feelings for her.

I’m fucking  thankful he takes my side and wasn’t  judgmental that I have feelings for her like I did for her mother.

“I'll try. But you know it’s 

not that easy, right?” I probe with a sagging shoulder.

Vee can be one strong-headed girl. Nothing begs to differ between  her and Helen. Like mother like daughter.

“Anyways…” Andrei’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I gaze up at him. “She went to her friend’s 

pool party. A debauched one.”

A line forms between 

my brows at his words. How could he have allowed her to attend such parties, dammit! I curse inwardly, only to realize  I literally 

voiced out my curse words.

“I didn’t know she was heading there. You know how She could be? She didn’t  make it known it was something of that nature she was attending.”

Whatever else Andrei was intoning  didn’t 

permeate through my fuzzy mind. I all but picture  these high school  boys touching what’s  mine to keep and I growl inwardly. Too bad, the growl fizzed outside too.

“Did someone touch her?” I ask and upon Andrei's nod, I stand on my feet and launch myself at him!

 “How could you fucking let that happen?” my blood boil as I fuss over him, tightening my fist around his nape as anger rain down on me.

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