MY SECRET LOVER

CHAPTER NINE

WOMANIZER

SOPHIA'S POV

I decided after the stupid act Lucien put on for me in the kitchen that I didn't want to have anything more to do with him.

It cured me of my stupid steamy dreams. The man is a dickhead and I am done whining after the bastard.

I didn't have to wake up early today, it was the weekend and I couldn't be more glad.

School has been quiet and interesting. I just suspect that everyone is trying to get a feel about the people they are sharing a class with.

Nothing incidental has happened to anyone in school, yet. I didn't want to wait around until I won't be able to make any friends.

I decided then that I'll start planning my first party.

Whenever I remembered that I had a party to plan, I felt this sudden excitement bubble up within me. I already had the money, I just needed to start planning the party.

I already knew those I wanted to invite to the party. Clary and her friends would be the first of course. Then I'll go meet the boys in the sports club, that's where one finds the best party hoopers.

I jumped out of my bed where I've been wasting my day since I woke up and hurriedly prepared.

I'll have to ask George about the best places I need to get my party materials.

Valentino will have to drive me there. I know he is disappointed but he'll get over it when he sees that my plan was a genius one all along.

I was done preparing. I wore a plain and simple outfit, blue pants and white top.

I came outside my room on a mission to find George in this maze mansion.

I didn't feel daunted about the task, I just felt good because I was about to have a really exciting day.

I had already covered quite a tour as I walked around looking for dear George.

I sighed and was about to give up on the self-appointed task when I heard the noise.

At first I didn't understand what I was hearing, I stopped walking, listened again but there was nothing. Silence.

“That is weird,” I murmured to myself.

I continued on my way back to my room.

I'll probably just tell Valentino what I want to get and hope he knows at least one or two decent places to get nice things.

Before I got to the end of the corridor that led to the kitchen, I heard the noise again, this time a bit louder.

It sounded as if someone was in pain.

I paused and waited to know where the noise was coming from.

It was coming from the second corridor that led to another wing away from the wing that led to my room.

I've never stepped foot in that corridor after I settled in Lucien's house.

The noise was becoming more frantic and loud.

Dread licked an icy finger down my spine.

“What the hell is happening? Don't tell me Lucien is killing someone inside his own house?” I whisper shouted to myself.

I knew dad and Lucien were into really dark and shady stuff because of the nature of their work and the titles people have used to describe them.

People never really picked on me because of fear of retribution from my father.

‘She’s the mafia lord's daughter, don't you know?’

I never let it bother me though but it seems like it is about to bother the hell out of me right now.

I walked slowly and carefully with my phone held tightly in my hand. My dad was on speed dial so if whatever I saw proved to be a danger to me, I'd just call him instantly while running away.

I shouldn't be going close to a crime scene but I wanted to be sure and see for myself.

I really couldn't make myself turn back now even if I wanted to.

I walked carefully and silently until I got to a door where I was quite certain that the sound was coming from.

There were a series of doors along the corridor too, with a very large door, the type you'd normally find in the entrance of a ball room at the end of the corridor.

The door was painted a dark mahogany colour, it felt intriguing and quite mysterious.

A loud moan sounded from the door I was currently standing before, drawing my gaze away from the mahogany door.

I placed my ear before the door and heard moans from a woman judging by her voice which sounded as if she was in pain.

I listened carefully and became confused.

She can't be in pain and be saying things like,

“Faster, yes faster, right there, right there,”

I equally heard a furious slapping sound and someone, a male grunting too in the same room and it dawned on me what exactly I was hearing.

People were having s*x behind that door.

Was it George?

I don't think it is Lucien, I haven't seen him around after our annoying meeting at the kitchen yesterday.

I felt mortified, grossly disgusted but very curious at the same time.

I had a very perverted urge to open the door and confirm who it was.

I leaned a little bit closer to the door and the door pushed in a little bit.

I gasped and caught myself, luckily it didn't make any noise or open too much to draw any attention.

I guess they were in such a frenzy that they couldn't even lock the door properly behind them.

I didn't mind, at least I could fulfill my perverse curiosity without drawing any attention to myself.

I settled quite comfortably.

Well as comfortably as I could settle in such a situation. I peeped through and saw a woman that was spread wide and her hands tied to two posts at opposite ends of the bed.

Her legs were raised and bent to a position that I was sure should be quite painful but she seemed not to care or was enjoying the pain and the pleasure too much as well.

The man standing before her and drilling into her like an animal was Lucien.

I gasped and held my palm to my mouth.

My stomach churned, and a bitter taste filled my mouth. I could feel my blood rushing to my ears.

It can't be real.

It shouldn't be real.

I felt my heart constrict and shatter at that moment but I felt a weird fascination watching him give the woman good as well.

I couldn't bring myself to leave after seeing him.

I stood there and watched him change the woman in so many different positions all the while having her hands tied.

He never let her touch him.

The woman was already a terrible mewling mess.

They were currently in a position that made Lucien face the door.

Suddenly he looked up and I gasped and ducked so fast I felt dizzy.

I can't let him see me here.

I won't be able to live down the mortification.

So I hurriedly ran away. I don't know where just away from the door and opened a random door and closed it.

My heart was beating very fast in my chest. My hands were shaking.

I wasn't sure how to feel or what I was feeling at the moment.

The images I saw felt like they were permanently stamped in my mind.

A small voice said in my mind,

‘You knew he wasn't married, what? You didn't think he'd be getting his itches scratched?’

I gasped out a little laugh and sat on the floor in the room I was in.

After I had calmed down a bit, I looked around and saw that I was in a room that gave off the feeling of an office.

It looked more like a library though but there was a very rich desk placed just in front of the window.

The desk had the same deep, rich mahogany colour, just as those big doors I saw earlier.

This must be his office.

I need to leave this place.

It was one of the stupid and freakish rules he threw over his back at me my first day here.

I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.

I can't let Lucien see me here, I don't know what to say as an explanation.

I sighed and placed my face between my knees which were propped up because of the way I was sitting.