Her Arms, His Sanctuary

Chapter 5

The drive back to the city was full of mixed emotions. Her body was telling her yes but her mind was against it.

Few minutes ago she was throwing herself at a man, “such a wanton behavior!” She grimaced.

She hardly knew him enough to go all the way. She had always been termed old school based on her traditional values. Courtship for her was of paramount importance.

She was grateful to the gentleman that Kay was. His abrupt change saved her from herself.

She did not know whether to cry or laugh but in the end she sighed in contentment, this was way bigger than she could fathom. The best way was to give in and trust fate.

Although she could not shake off the feeling that there was a shroud of secrecy where he was concerned, that was a topic for another day, the bridge would be crossed if they did get there.

With that thought in her mind she got home.

The first thing that came to her mind was taking a shower. She felt uncomfortable with the wetness from her arousal. She headed straight to the bathroom.

Back at the farm house, Kay slumped on to the nearest couch. He sat quietly for a while, staring into space.

What kind of spell did she use on him? He remembered how she continuously passed each and every test he set up for her.

His earlier plan backfired when he was economical with the truth about his car.

He was glad that he managed to touch base with his driver before getting into her car. He grabbed his mobile phone and called his driver.

“I am alone, arrange for the drop off.” He threw down the phone.

He reclined on the couch and closed his eyes. Earlier events replaying in his mind.

He was afraid, not only for her but for his state of mind as well. He could not give her the world as she knew it. His world was full of uncertainties, it was dangerous. It was not a place for someone like her.

If she knew the life he led, would she still want him with such abundance of passion, would she react the way she did a while ago when she was in his arms?

One thing was clear, he wanted her so bad it hurt, at the same time he wanted to protect her from himself. What was a man to do in a situation like that?

He needed to calm his nerves. He got up to roll himself a joint.

He liked it fresh.

He was a canna-connoisseur as such he was very particular with his joint. It had to be beautifully structured, not only that, from the mix, shape, filter, firmness as well as the sealing.

After he rolled it and was satisfied with his work, he opened the sliding door and stepped into the garden. He sat by the sun lounger to enjoy his joint.

He was a homme fatale; seductive, dangerous and a player devoid of feelings. She deserved better. Was he willing to change his ways for her, the only life that he knew?

The euphoric feeling he sought after smoking was not happening this time around. Instead he was hard as a rock, his reaction was causing him discomfort. He had to quench his desire. He thought of going back to his house in the city for a rendezvous.

This particular day was the first time ever to bring a woman to his haven, it was too special for him. He did not want to share it with anyone. Only those who were very dear to him, his mother and sister.

His security officers were staying further away but within the farm, even though they were far but he knew they were closely watching and guarding him.

Unbeknown to her, he did have four of his security men inside the restaurant, whilst his driver was waiting by the car, guarding it.

The farm measured eighty-five hectares and was fenced. Within the fence there was yet another electrified fence covering only a small space of four hectares. There were two more houses built within this fence but further away from his house.

He chose to live a quiet life. He was hardly extra, this was to avoid drawing unnecessary attention on himself. He kept it simple and that was how he managed to stay under the radar.

Even the scores of women, they would come and go because he did not want any attachment of some sort. Besides, none of them had captivated him to a point where he lost his mind.

All of a sudden the trip to the city was not appealing anymore. The thought of touching someone else other than her disgusted him. He wanted no other but her.

Her fragrance was still strong in the house. It was not loud and overpowering but rather feminine, clean and fresh. It smelled of red roses combined with a clean scent of musk. He inhaled deeply at his Dashiki where her body got into contact.

He retired to his room and sat on the bed. Sleep was not going to be easy.

He buried his head in his hands. He needed to vent out all the bottled up feelings, just to blow off some steam, for his sanity.

Just then, he remembered her business card. He reached the back of his pocket and found it. He stared at it, if only it was a picture of her. She made him feel alive, even feelings he thought were dead…

She was a breath of fresh air. She was real and genuine. Once in his life, he had a chance to experience real emotions in fact, all the true basic ones; happiness, anger, fear, sadness. He had been devoid of some, but after tonight he could feel a glimmer of them.

He realized how cold blooded and dark his world was. He needed some warmth, light and she was that light. He was going to have her, one way or the other.

He was a master strategist. She was the goal and a plan was needed.