Chapter Eleven: Don’t Mention Your Fiancé
994 Words
Tara Blakewood
Kaiden pulled the car to the side of the road. It wasn’t exactly a proper parking spot. His gaze shifted between my tearful eyes and my thigh, still marked by his fingers, but he paused on my eyes. His sharp look didn’t scare me, it felt almost apologetic, a silent sorry his lips didn’t speak.
I didn’t return his gaze with tears. No way. After wiping those damned tears yesterday, I refused to show him weakness.
I followed the path of his hands as they moved toward my face. Both palms rested gently on my cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the remaining tears.
"I warned you, the remnants of your words in front of me, would never benefit you. Don’t mention your fiancé."
I thought he might apologize for what he did to my poor thigh, but instead, this is what he said.
He pulled his hands away harshly. I folded my arms and shifted my gaze elsewhere, placing my bag on my lap.
"Don’t toy with me, Kaiden. Damn it."
Using a little rudeness was necessary. His actions pushed me to the edge.
"Who said I’m toying?"
"You!" I shot back sharply.
"Move that bag."
I looked at him as he commanded me. His eyes were frightening, carrying a threat that made me obey, moving the bag behind my back.
I watched his hands reach for the car drawer. He opened it and took out a small jar of ointment. My mind raced. One: he might put it on my thigh. Two: it’s not an ointment, it’s lubricant. Could he be planning to take me now?
He dabbed a bit on his right index finger and moved his hand toward the area still marked by his fingers. Relief washed over me. That second thought wasn’t happening.
"Disobey me again, and I’ll place these marks somewhere much more sensitive."
I didn’t reply, still stunned. He meant my ass.
His finger, cold with ointment, pressed on my thigh, spreading it slowly, the sensation sending sharp tingles low in my stomach.
His movements felt like teasing, and the worst part—his eyes, dark and intense, fixed on me, watching every expression I made.
I turned my face away, but he continued. I was forced to look at him, staring into those deep black eyes. The touches on my thigh made it impossible to keep my eyes relaxed.
He was intoxicating me with his touch.
"Kaiden, stop. That’s enough!"
I was surprised. This time, he really listened. He stepped back and returned the ointment to its place.
He started the car again, and we moved forward.
About fifteen minutes passed. We talked about random things. I always started the conversation; he was a man of few words.
"I see you don’t talk much, Mr. Kaiden."
My position in his car wasn’t exactly proper, but it was comfortable.
He glanced at me and returned his eyes to the road.
"The best words are few and meaningful."
True, but sometimes his sentences were long—and always had a provocative edge.
"You didn’t like talking. Why hire a lawyer? You could have chosen a judge who just watches and speaks, but Mr. Kaiden…"
I turned to the side, avoiding embarrassment.
He sighed, a sound I couldn’t read—sad? Angry? I didn’t know. The man beside me was mysterious, hiding everything behind his enigmatic eyes. Perhaps this was part of his charm, his power.
We arrived.
He didn’t want to discuss work. I respected his wish, a conscious, understanding gesture.
I stared out the window, having rolled it down all the way. We were in a secluded forest-like area. The air was fresh, the place serene, and not frightening. Perhaps it was because I was with Kaiden.
He stopped the car.
"We can’t go further."
He got out. I just watched him through the windshield.
He opened the door, and I followed. My feet hit the paved ground. We walked in silence. I looked around at the beauty of the place. Further ahead, white lights guided a path to a house or rather, a mansion.
Beside it was a vast, large lake surrounded by lights and shrubs. Clearly, this belonged to Lord Jory.
The mansion had no gates. Its wood-like appearance made it seem natural.
We approached, and its beauty became clear. Glass walls revealed the interior design and furniture.
"Mr. Kaiden, what is this place?"
I asked, wondering why such a mansion existed in the middle of the forest, and if he liked being here alone.
"You know that place where one finds peace?"
"Yes, I do, Mr. Kaiden."
"This is that place for me. I call it My Blue Heaven."
He spoke calmly, his voice a melody I loved. His gaze met mine, and I stopped walking.
I don’t know why, but I liked how he looked at me. His eyes shifted between mine and my lips. He wanted to kiss me. I knew that look well.
"Forget the word ‘toy’ that slipped from my mouth. You are more than that."
He said it and continued toward the mansion door.
"Why call it your Blue Haven, and why bring me? You like being alone here, don’t you?"
"You’ll know later."
I wanted to know now, but I would show patience this time.
He turned to me. He had been watching me all along.
"This place is beautiful."
"Follow me."
He led the way up the steps. I followed.
"I’m glad you like it."
I held his hands with a gentle smile.
"You can sleep in this room, and I’ll be in the next one if you need anything."
He looked into my eyes. His gaze wasn’t intimidating; it made me feel calm, in a pleasant way.
"Thank you, Mr. Kaiden."
He stepped toward the door, serene. Perhaps the place calmed him too. He murmured as he reached it:
"Goodnight, Tara."
"And you too, Mr. Kaiden."
He closed the door after hearing me.
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