10. A MAN OF GREAT CONTROL.

The POV of  Leo:

It was not easy to let her go. 

That day and even today. 

When I watched her, her life was a simple routine. I mapped out her schedule and stuck it to my brain cells. 

She would go from hospital to home and home to hospital. Very few times did that change and it was when she stopped by a grocery store or went to see that crazy friend of hers, Sophia.

So it came as a surprise to me when that evening, after being at Sophia's, instead of heading home, I saw her climb into her friend's car, all of her back exposed by the skimpy dress she had on.

It was a very startling sight for me as I have only ever seen her, unlike Sophia, in hospital scrubs, wide tees, round glasses, and pants. Never have I seen her in a dress and that too, the type she had on. 

And the shoes.

I was greatly amused when she struggled to walk in them. 

Curious as to where they were headed, I followed their car and it took me right to THE WREAKIN'.

I suspected it, halfway to the place. It was the only place girls will go dressed like that on Saturday night.

Watching her for months now, I haven't seen her drink as much as she did that night and I was even more surprised when she began to walk toward me. I had to feign ignorance like I didn't have my eyes on her all night.

Looking at her up close, with the make-up and the body she had on display, I felt something unwire in my brain.

But I kept my cool, hiding my surprise and the strange feeling away. However, I could not believe my ears when she asked me to fuck her.

I was taken aback and was even more so when she gave her reason.

Of course, I knew she was done with her housemanship. It was why I began to watch her myself because I knew it was getting close to the time. 

But to celebrate it like that?

It can only be Sophia's idea. That girl was unbelievably wild for the mayor's daughter. She must have put the ideas into her head and made her believe she needed them to become an actual woman with needs. 

Yes, I heard that. She said it out loud.

So what if she was 25 and a virgin? Although the thought did trigger my interest a little, I had to let her go, no matter how difficult it became for me. 

Most importantly, I was surprised by myself. I knew I cared about her and her well-being but what I felt that night, was not platonic. 

Her eyes battered something awake in me. Her lips were soft and inexperienced like she rightly said and it took me all of my willpower to hold back and not take her right there as she had asked.

I know. I am a man of great control.

So I let her go and prepared to go home. 

Thankfully, I was yet to leave when she ran into that bastard who watched and assaulted her.

It wasn't much but when I hit him, I made sure one or two of his ribs will be needing intense repair.

But I was greatly moved. For someone so tiny, she has a lot of energy, chasing and struggling with such a bulky guy like the pervert. 

What I didn't know was that I'd be caught on camera. That was not even a problem, since my face wasn't revealed. 

It was the raid that came after it.

I had sneaked into her house to retrieve my jacket but only after the raid had been done. 

I had a slight idea who it might have been and I went to confirm it.

Of course, I was right. They traced her thinking she was affiliated with me or she has what we were all looking for. They must have gotten hold of the CCTV footage from the police.

She did have it. I was nearly sure. Although, she wouldn't know what it was.

Currently, some of the men that executed the task we're facing injurious repercussions.

When I returned this morning, I only wanted to tell her to not move out of the house. If she did, these guys and even the police would suspect that she was running away.

It was dangerous but I already got the building owner to fix the lock with a better one. Now that they know that what they seek isn't at her place, they won't be coming again.

It would remain as though I had come to her home, ransacked it while looking for my jacket to avoid it landing in the hands of the authorities and so, she would remain the victim and not a suspect.

However, I didn't expect her to be dripping wet when I arrived. No, not in the way you're thinking. Okay, well, I made her wet like that some minutes after.

But she was initially wet from the bath she took and seeing her in that robe, the thighs I had caressed two nights before in full view, I could not help but be taken away.

The fear she had on her face severely hurt me. I was angry at myself that she felt fear upon seeing me when all I wanted was to keep her alive and safe from the sharks that were after her life.

But I relieved those fears, working on her body and mind with nothing but my fingers and lips, watching her lose all her guards in my arms.

Then that brother of hers came, disrupting the moment. 

It was hella difficult to let go of her and disappear.

Now, I wondered if I would have fucked her right there in her room. But I was bothered because it was unlike me to want a woman so badly. I have always had it easy.

Perhaps, it was the thought that she was untouched that has me this way. The thought of being the first person to hear her moan swam in my head. I wanted to see her sweaty and spent in my arms, squirming in ecstasy. I wanted to teach her the art of the most pleasurable sin and perform it together with her, while she looked up to me with a plea in her eyes.

But I also did not want to do that. I wanted her to remain pure, untainted, and clean. I wanted her blue eyes that shone through the lenses she aided them with to continue to shine, in innocence and sincerity.

I wanted to, first of all, get what I needed from her and then make sure she and that brother of hers is alive.

I shake my head to rid it of the dirty thoughts that were forming inside and take the glass of wine on the table to my lips. I gulped it down with one swig.

The watch on my wrist said it was past eight. I suppose by now, Deborah would have been hit with the new development. 

Standing up, I walked to the window side, looking at the city that lay before me in its night glory.

Her tiny voice came to me, carrying her questions. 

"Why did you help me?" "You steal?" "You're Leo?" 

I suppose it was best if she continued to view me as the infamous thief all the security authorities and agencies were looking for. 

If she saw me as anything else, then it'll become a hassle to stop myself from executing the thoughts in my head.

I hear heavy approaching footsteps behind me and so, I turn around. I am met with Walter, my aide.

"The chairman arranged another blind date, boss." He said, straightforwardly.

I shove my hands into the pockets of my pants.

"Who is it this time?." I ask, my voice lacking interest.

"The mayor of Hemsburg's daughter."

A smile made its way to my face. Sophia.

"Alright. Prepare for it." I order, before giving my back to him. I hear retreating footsteps and the soft slam of a closing door.

It was not a problem. I would attend a thousand and one blind dates and some more if that will keep my grandpa at ease.

What he should never expect of me though, is to get married to one of those young women he picked out for me like food on a restaurant menu.

Nope. 

I will not be obeying him. I am a bastard, in all ramifications but I am my mother's son still.

We are nothing if dogged.

And until I make my mother take a breath of fresh air and escape the hold of those crazy people, I will receive whatever dirt they throw at me and go to whatever blind date they set up.

I walk back to the table and pour myself another cup of wine.

When I brought it to my lips, it tasted like someone I'd be seeing soon.