CONTRACT WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 6

NEXT_DAY

Laura sighed, staring into space. She was standing on the balcony, with a cup of tea in one hand and the other placed on the railings. The cool morning air brushed against her face, but she didn't notice. Her mind was elsewhere.

The memories of Molly's threat crossed her mind again, and she shot her eyes shut. "If she likes him, then she should tell him. I don't wanna get involved in any drama," she muttered to herself. She walked back into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit frustrated.

Today was Sunday, and Scott was at home. She was trying to avoid him. She hated Molly's threat, and when she remembered the party, she felt annoyed. It was so boring for her. Scott didn't give her a single glance throughout the party. She felt invisible.

George's condition followed, and tears started welling up in her eyes. She missed her little brother so much. Even though he was 19, he was still a kid to her. She wished he was here with her, making her laugh and smile.

Her thirst for tea disappeared suddenly, and she dropped the mug on the bed stand. Her room felt isolated, and the silence was deafening. The silence of the room wasn't something she was used to since she never had any free silent time alone after her parents' death.

She stood up from her bed, made her way to the door, and gripped the door handle tightly. She hesitated a bit before opening the door, wondering if she should stay hidden in her room or face whatever was outside.

She peeked outside the room and saw the maids going around doing their daily work. They were chatting and laughing, and for a moment, Laura felt a pang of loneliness. She wished she could join them and be part of their carefree world, if only for a little while.

Laura took a deep breath, stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. She walked down the hallway.

Just as she was walking, she heard the sound of a piano being played from one of the close doors.

She slowly followed the sound and ended up at the end of the hallway. The door to the room, which the sound was coming from, was partially closed.

She couldn't see a thing from the small opening as she peeked. Hand reached for the door handle when a voice made her pause

"Ma'am, please don't do that!" Amelia said, rushing her statement.

Laura turned to face her with a puzzled expression.

"Why?" She asked.

"Don't be upset but, master hates it when anyone goes into there. Especially when he's playing," Amelia replied.

Laura muttered an 'oh' as she glanced at the door.

"Well, I want to see how he plays," she said confidently.

"But..." Amelia tried to speak.

"No buts. I'm his wife. Don't worry, I won't tell him you warned me. You wouldn't get in trouble. Trust me," Aurora assured.

Amelia sighed as she reluctantly agreed.

"I'll say it again. Good luck," Amelia forced a smile, which looked sad before walking away.

'Why is she so scared of him?" Laura a thought.

She exhaled, and she turned to face to door. Her hands reached for the handle, and she carefully pushed the door open, making sure it wasn't loud to distract him.

As soon as she was in, she closed the door before proceeding towards him with slow, quiet steps.

The melody from the piano was something she had never heard before. It was suiting, and the sound made her feel safe and at ease.

Was he some kind of pro pianist? She thought as she stood behind him.

His fingers danced on the piano's keys beautifully as the sound was coming to an end. As expected, he concluded what he was playing. His hands never left the keys on the piano as he stopped playing.

The most surprising part of it was that his eyes were closed throughout the entire process.

"What, are you doing here?" His husky voice asked, snapping Laura out of her delusion.

"Me?...I...I mean...I..."Laura stuttered, not knowing the right lie to say.

She swallowed as he stood up and turned to face her. He was doing it again. He was staring at her with those piercing blue eyes.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as her eyes remained locked with his.

He took a step closer, closing the gap between them, but Laura quickly took two steps back.

"You can take a million steps back but have one thing in mind that you're only increasing your punishment,' he said with a smirk praying on his lips.

"Pu...pu...pu..punishment?" Laura asked.

"I'm sure Amelia warned you." He said, taking steps closer and closing the gap between them once more.

Laura wanted to step back, but his muscular hand wrapped around her slim waist, holding her still.

"She did, but I forced my way in," Laura said, her voice barely audible.

Scott's smirk grew wider as he pulled her closer.

"You shouldn't have done that," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Laura's heart was racing as she tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers traced the curve of her waist.

Suddenly, Scott's eyes locked onto hers, and he leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers. "You're going to regret disobeying me," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Laura's eyes widened as she felt his warm breath on her skin. She tried to push him away again, but he was too strong.

Just as she thought he was going to kiss her, he pulled back.

"We'll continue this conversation tonight," he said, releasing her.

He proceeded towards the door but paused.

"In my room." He added.

"But...but...it's Sunday," Laura said.

"I don't care. Don't even think about trying to escape, you won't be able to." He said, his voice laced with warning

And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving Laura lost in thoughts

What has he planned for her? And why did she feel like she was walking into a trapped?

She sighed as her feet carried her back to her room. She lost appetite throughout the whole day. It was as if time was against her as evening quickly came. It was already 9 pm, and Amelia hadn't come to call her. She concluded he might have forgotten as she went to shower. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, a knock sounded on her door.

"Amelia?" She called.

"Yes, it's me. Master wants you in his room now," Amelia said from outside the room.

"Who was I kidding?" Laura mumbled, frowning. She wore her pyjamas, an elastic top that clung to her body and was like a crop top and a bump short. She wore a robe over it before exiting the room.

Amelia was already gone. She made her way towards Scott's room.

"I can do this. I'm going to act tough," Laura said to herself as she stopped in front of the door leading to Scott's room.

She barged into the room, and Scott was seated on a chesterfield armchair with legs cross and a hand holding the cigar which he was smoking from.

He looked dangerously handsome as their eyes met. Laura felt all her confidence run down the drain.

The lights dimmed, and before she could think he was standing behind her.

His hands reached for the rope holding her robe. Before she could protest, he loosened it and slid the robe off her shoulders.

He leaned in, sniffing her scent.

"s*x isn't a punishment," she blurted out.

"s*x?" Scott chuckled.

He stepped away away from her and pushed her to the wall.

"Wait till I start," Scott smirked, sliding his hands under her top.

A gasp escaped her lips as he cupped her breàst.

His expression turned serious as her shot her a glare.

"Don't moan, else i would delay your brothers threatment." He warned.