Cruel Attraction

Chapter Five: The unspeakable!

She made her way into the room, he was sitting at the same chair she had earlier found him but this time, the chair was facing the entrance while he rolled it repeatedly to both sides.

His gaze followed her to the other end of his room where he also had a little dinner. He watched her place the tray on the moderately high table that had two highly decorated vintage dining chairs facing each other. It was a set.

It was quite unusual to have a dinner in a room, but there was nothing usual about the man who owned the mansion or the mansion itself. This exquisite mansion was designed by six different architects like the stories told. His room was large, it was like a full apartment in there. He had an office space by the corner, a mini dinner that was mostly for the fun of it because he barely used it.

His king-sized bed in the middle of the huge room, decorated with a fancy Lacey canopy that didn't cover any reasonable part of the bed. The bed was layered with different coverings, rounded off with a light brown Gucci duvet. About 10 feet away from the other side of the bed was his closet which took the full length of the room. And just after the wide closet, was a little Walk way that led to the bathroom.

The room was covered with light brown colors, decorated with darker brown wallpapers and marbles. The room lighting was not as bright as she had earlier met it, it was dim now complementing the room color.

The floor of this exotic space was of pure marble, the finest she ever walked in. The room interior designer must have been going for a retro look when this room was decorated because it gave off retro in every aspect. Like it was a bedroom that belong to someone of royal background in the 80s.

"Now seat" she heard him say, but the truth was that she wasn't quite sure who he was speaking to.

She had never sat in his room or asked to, matter of fact, she had never sat anywhere around the premises where she was not supposed to seat.

"I don't particularly enjoy repeating myself," he said as she noticed a little change of tone in his voice. At this point, after not finding any other person who he was likely speaking to, she realized that she was the one he was referring to.

She reached the shiny highly decorated heavy chair as she tried raising it or dragging it back to create some space so she could seat. But she guessed that the prize of a quality highly decorated oak Oak chair was that you might need a towing van to move the chair to another position.

It was too heavy, she couldn't lift or raise it off the ground.

She noticed him move towards her, he stopped beside her, one of his hands passed behind her, reaching to the chair, and pulling it with just a try.

Sofia wasn't quite sure how to feel about that, she dropped her gaze to the floor a little too awakened by his closeness.

He stood beside her, his hands still behind her on the chair. She felt the weight of his gaze on her but she made sure to not stare at him.

"Now sit."

She sat as soon as he commanded because she need a little space from his closeness. She noticed him moving away from her, as he walked just opposite her to the other side of the table. Pulled his chair, and took his seat. His gaze was on her the whole time, only taking it off to reach for the dish.

He opened the tray, the oysters were served differently with chicken, waffles, and Cobb salad also served differently too but on the same tray.

He dished a fair amount of the dish, moving it to her before instructing her to eat.

'This was getting weird, if not out of hand,' she thought.

Why was he doing this? Why was he taunting her? she swallowed before finding herself able to speak.

"I'm not hungry." She said with a soft but clear tone.

"It wasn't a request," he said as his gaze unpleasantly narrowed at her and for a second, little wave of fear went through her body.

"And what if I don't?" She fought through her fears managing to ask that question.

Dennis didn't like to be questioned and especially not by a person who was half his size. He couldn't imagine anyone else who could seat across there reluctant about doing as he instructed. Why did she not fear him like the rest of his workers? Her tender eyes could look into his, questioning his instructions without flinching?

Bold of her to ask that question, she had so many things at stake if she didn't do as told and he could stake it all.

"You don't wanna find out." He said before proceeding to fold his hands together, relaxing further on the chair.

He watched her take her first bite of the waffles, she ate slowly as her face glowed over the dim light. She took a bite from the chicken which left her lips oily with a little piece of chicken beside her lips.

He was a little tempted to take it off, but she looked a little funny with it and he preferred to be amused.

She was beautiful, her little tiny lips were alluring with that much oil on them. She didn't look twenty three, she looked younger and he at least hoped she was honest about her age.

"I don't like to eat oysters," she said. She sounded a little genuine, but he wasn't ready to let her go yet, besides he enjoyed the view before him.

"That's the favorite part, get to it," he commanded.

She took one oyster and from the way she held it, he realized she wasn't very familiar with it.

She did her best, sucked on it, but then started to chock on it.

She was coughing, and almost turning red.

He took a bottle of water, moved over to her side, picked up an empty glass cup on the table, and poured some in there before handing her the glass. She took a little water and she now seemed alot better.

He reached for the glass, took it from her, then dropped it on the table.

"Next time, you take it off with your fork first, that's the only right way to do it."

"You are done here for now," he said as he watched her get up from her chair, but that chicken piece was still sticking to her cheek.

"Wait," he said as he moved to her, his hands gently gripping on her tiny waist.

She paused as her eyes looked up at him in what seemed like a little shock.

Their gaze locked on each others as Dennis reached her face while his other hands were softly on her waist. He cupped her cheeks with his full palm and then he used his thumb to remove the food particles.

Their gaze was fixed on each other's, and their eyes stared into each others soul.

Sofia just wanted to be out of there, she was done playing his games, or so she thought. His hands on her face had her uncertain about this game she spoke of. His gaze was cold but set up a flame within her. His touch warm but sent chills through her body. His gaze on her had her self discipline tossed somewhere away from her because she suddenly had a new orientation that had nothing to do with fighting this sweet burning flames Mr, Devil had ignited in her.

"You have something on your cheek," she heard his husky deep voice say before he proceeded to rub his thumbs against her cheek while the rest of his palm cupped her cheek. She noticed his face now closer to hers, too close if you asked her. His gaze was still on her, but it had moved to her lips. His eyes darkened, for some reason he clenched his teeth, causing his cheek bone to become even more visible, and his aura more dangerous, but unsafe was far from what Sofia was feeling. Her lips which had suddenly dried up had parted and she subconsciously swallowed.

His expression had softened as his gaze found her eyes again, he leaned in towards her and joined his lips with hers.

She froze, disappeared, and vanished for a split second before finding herself again. The unruly Mr. Devil was kissing her? And then again her old self vanished in his kisses as soon as she shut her eyes. She had surprisingly begun to kiss back. His kisses were nothing like him if not the exact opposite. They were slow, soft, and tender. Their lips entwined in what seemed like a mutual agreement, he tasted like butterscotch honey, and even better! He pinned her closer to himself with her body eagerly clinching to his. His other hand which was on her cheek was now somehow caressing her neck and a bit of her hair.

She subconsciously raised her hands to his chest, resting her slender fingers there and slightly moving her fingers on the hard core of his chest.

Their kiss slowly ended, as Sofia still leaned in with her gaze falling on his chest to catch her breath.

Her powers had suddenly come up again, and yes, they were only activated when Dennis was at least a feet away from her because their body was now apart as she stretch and gave him a resounding slap to his cheek.

Bam!

She maybe didn't think that one through because she saw his eyes darkened, his expression darken, his cheek bones even more visible as he clenched his teeth.

She saw his nose twitch like he was holding something in, holding a beast in within the cores of his muscled body. He turn, resting his two hands on the table.

"Leave!" She head his husky voice command in a rattled tone.

He probably didn't hear any motion from her because at that moment, her own legs were too heavy for her.

"Now!" He yelled.