BONDED BY BLOOD ( FORCED COMMITMENT)

CHAPTER 4: MASTER ALEXANDER

He took hold of Octavia’s arm and half dragged her down the stairs and back to his room. When they got there, she forcefully yanked free of his grip. They stood face to face . His eyes were emerald green, a sharp contrast to my ocean blue eyes.

Octavia saw anger leap into his eye,”you shouldn’t have been there, I told Abigail not to let you out of your room. It seems she couldn’t do her job “ he said in a voice that could literally book across the hallway.

She was fidgety in his presence”it wasn’t her fault”She replied. “ then why did you leave your room”.

“I........ was.......I “ . “ you what, do you know what a man’s back looks like after a whipping , it’s not a sight for a woman to behold”.

“But what exactly did he do and what is he, he isn’t human right?”

He must have seen the look of terror in her eyes as his anger quickly cooled off. He held her shoulders and looked straight at me with pleading eyes,” we can’t talk about this now Octavia, I have to get back there and please Octavia don’t come outside. We’ll talk later okay” . She slightly nod her head and watched him leave the room. She listened to his heavy footfalls as he walked through the hallway and descended the staircase. Octavia sat down confused and scared at the same. Scared of what that boy was, scared of what other people in this place were.

They didn’t seem surprised at what that boy transformed to. She felt goose pimples cover my her skin at the mere thought of it. She looked out the window and saw that the sun was still radiating in all it’s glory.

She glanced around looking for a means of telling time. She noticed the huge bronze pendulum clock by the side of the desk. She wondered how she hadn’t seen it before. It was 1:43pm but she was far from hungry. For all she was a scatter brain right now .

Octavia decided to take a nap to calm her nerves, maybe she would think straight after that. She lay her head on the pillow and closed her eyes but it only worsened her distress. It almost seemed like he was right beside her, Alexander. His scent was right here caressing her,she could smell his spicy aftershave and a faint masculine scent maybe his cologne. She groaned and turned to the other way and forced herself to go to sleep.

**************************************

Alexander walked into his room and was amused at the curled up feminine form resting peacefully on the bed. He was hoping she would be pacing around waiting to bombard him with questions. He couldn’t help but admire her features. He let his eyes roam down her body for a moment. Although she was covered in a sheet from waist down, he could make out a trimmed waist and well defined curved hip. Her bosom was full and was almost overflowing the cleavage of the dress she wore.

And her face, oh , one could get lost starring at it. Her honey gold curls were bunched around her face.

He half lay on the bed as he pushed a stray lock of hair from her face,her cheeks were a pale pink and her lips were full and rosy, a deep contrast to her pale skin. He couldn’t hold himself so he ran his hands over her lips. He smiled at the softness. The little disturbance must have irked her as she as she turned over on her side.

He quietly left the bed and made his way into the bathroom to freshen up. When he came back she was still asleep. It was almost sunset and she hadn’t had lunch. He went to the wardrobe and took out a pair of trousers. He didn’t bother with a shirt. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He stood by the window began smoking as he turned his back to her. He turned towards her when he heard a faint whimper. It seemed like she was rousing from her slumber. He looked closer and saw that her eyelids had tightened, she was tossing and turning. She was probably having a nightmare. “ Octavia, Octavia......” he called, she didn’t answer. She woke woke up crying. He sat on the bed and her head up to his chest. Violent sobs racked her whole form . After some time she stopped crying and and drew away from his chest. “ are you alright” he asked. She nodded “ it was just a dream”,” a scary one I presume”. “do you wish to talk about it”. She shook her head negatively. He didn’t want to push her so he let sleeping dogs lie.

There was an awkward moment of silence between them as they both sat there starring at everywhere except at themselves. She finally broke the silence “ you’re half dressed “ she said with a blush looking down from his chest. He chuckled you’ve never seen a man bare chested ?”she nodded “ does that mean you are a ...........”” yes I am “ “ well then I’ll put on a shirt for your sake” .

He put in a shirt and returned to her side “ can we talk now?”. She asked lazily. “ not until you’ve had something to eat “ . “ I must have forgotten that part “, she said in between yawns.

Octavia opted for eating in the room so a makeshift dinning table was set up in the room and they settled for a sumptuous meal of stew made from venison ribs, squash and Indian corn.

After the meal he allowed her the privacy of the room to freshen up. After failing on countless attempts to prepare her bath water, Abigail finally came into the room to help. She explained that she had been afraid of receiving a tongue lashing from master Alexander so she didn’t come.

After her bath, they heard a faint knock on the door” Octavia are you decent yet?”.”yes I am”.

He made his way into the room while Abigail bowed and left.