Chapter 03.

Catherine's Pov

Alarmed, I creased my brow and immediately spun around looking at the figure who had just opened the door.

Looking at the person who entered, I froze for a moment as I stared at him. I immediately swallowed the curse that was about to erupt out of my mouth.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I just wanted to ch...ch..." My stuttering was hushed down when he raised his hand.

It was the same sexy man that brought me in, even now... He's looking so hot and so... So, familiar but to who?!

‘Focus Cathy, just focus.’ My good inner voice cautioned.

I gulped down an empty air and stood still as he headed towards me with meaningful strides, his eyes were focused on mine and despite the little sanity left in me asking me to lower my gaze, I couldn't. His looks are mesmerizing me.

He halted a few feet away from me and asked with a frown, "What are you doing here, young lass?"

My heart began to beat violently against my chest and I was sure that if he was listening well, he'd hear it and probably smell my anxiety.

"I'm... I'm really sorry, I didn't intend to come here, my child spilled some food on my clothes and I decided to change them." I replied, trying hard to slow down my heartbeat and my trembling.

His scowl deepened and I wish I would have reason and go back to the servant for help.

God help me.

"I'm sorry..." I breathed out the word and lowered my head, his presence was so suffocating and the gaze he was giving me was bringing ideas into my head.

Despite the tense unwelcome situation, my body was reacting strangely to his presence.

What was wrong with me?

"Young lady..." He began but immediately paused before he ordered, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, lassie."

My head immediately shot up to look at him, he was alive, tempting, handsome, and those eyes... That thick long lashes that seem too long for a man.

"You can enter any room in this villa but this one is forbidden! Did you get that?!" He asked and I nodded immediately.

"Now get your things and leave!" He added sharply and I immediately bent down to pick my top, however, a disaster happened.

My strapless bra snapped and freed my boobs as I bent to pick my top, "Oh no, what more could happen?!" I let out a horror squeak as I stared at my damaged bra on the floor.

With speed, I rushed to pick it up, however, I felt a hand drag me up and I whined in pain due to the tight grip. I looked up only to see his burning gaze that seemed to be gazing into my soul.

Oh Lord, help me, I promise to donate to the church.

"You... You are..." He began but immediately stopped.

My chest was hurting badly when I saw something I had seen only once in a man's eyes while naked... Lust.

"I'm sorry... I'll leave immediately." I apologized trying to free my wrist but he held on to it tight that it hurt.

Slowly, his gaze began to drift to my boobs, and purely on instinct, I used my free hand to cover it, a poor choice because it did little covering.

"Take your hand away" A raw command that sends shivers down my body spurts out of his mouth.

Despite the intensity of the command, I didn't listen, I just stared at him. No one gets to boss me around.

"Now!" He gruff and I immediately dropped my hand.

"Beautiful..." He mused and his hand began to reach for my boobs.

"Ohhhh!" I let out a soft moan as his hand caressed and fondled one of my boobs. It was as though I was not in this world again.

Slowly, he let go of my wrist and his free hand landed on the other one, as he played with the nipple, the pleasure doubled. He was so good at it that I couldn't hold back.

‘What you're doing is wrong, Cathy, it's very inappropriate...’ The cautionary voice in my head was interrupted by a low groan.

I looked up and our eyes locked, his hands left my boobs and began to trail up slowly, and soon, his hands were on my head.

With my heart beating fast, my femininity lit up in flames of need, I waited for his kiss.

He was going to kiss me... With slightly parted lips, eyes drifting closed, I waited for his firm lips to claim mine in a hungry kiss that would add fuel to my raging body of desires.

I desire to be touched... I want to be touched.

"I'm sorry..." A haughty voice muttered and my eyes flew open, almost immediately, his hands that were cupping cheeks left and I felt empty and vulnerable.

"I'm so sorry... I have no idea what came over me." He apologized and veered around, his broad back facing me.

"I'm sorry, I should be the one apologizing... I'm so..."

"Enough! Take your clothes and leave, the servants will attend to you." He said coldly.

I immediately shook off the trance I was in, I took my top and bra from the floor, wore the top, and rushed out of the room without looking back.

What on earth have I done?

Trying to make out with a man who was kind enough to give me a listening ear in this wild city.

God! How could I be so stupid?!

‘It wasn't your fault, he touched you first.’ That crazy inner voice in my head comforted me and I smirked.

I halted and tried to regain control over my disorganized self.

Taking in a deep breath, I mused to myself, "It was just an accident, an accident that wasn't even my fault. This never happened..." I took another whoosh.

"Yes, it never happened... It never happened." I kept assuring myself as I walked down the long stairs to meet my kids.

I hope he'll forget everything if by chance we see each other again... How's that temptation of a man related to the father of my twins?