INTO HIS WORLD
1175 Words
Scarlett sat stiffly in the plush leather seat of Nathaniel’s sleek black car as they sped through the city. She gripped the edge of her seat, her mind racing with questions. Who exactly was this man? And why on earth had she agreed to get in his car?
But all those thoughts vanished the moment they turned onto a private road, the tall iron gates sliding open silently as if sensing Nathaniel’s presence. Scarlett’s eyes widened when the house came into view.
No, not a house. This was a palace.
The mansion stood three stories high, built with smooth white marble that gleamed under the night sky. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls allowed her to see inside, revealing stunning crystal chandeliers, modern minimalist furniture, and paintings that looked like they belonged in a museum. The circular driveway was paved with polished stones, and in the center stood a grand fountain, its waters dancing in soft, golden light.
Scarlett swallowed hard as Nathaniel parked the car.
“You live here?” she breathed, unable to hide her shock.
Nathaniel smirked as he stepped out and came around to open her door. “Welcome to my home.”
Scarlett stepped out slowly, her heels clicking on the stone driveway.
“This is... insane,” she muttered, her eyes darting around.
Nathaniel watched her with a quiet smile, clearly amused by her reaction. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour.”
Inside, it was even more breathtaking. The foyer alone was larger than her entire apartment. A grand staircase curved upward, and sleek black and gold décor gave the place a modern but elegant feel. Soft jazz music played from hidden speakers, and the scent of vanilla and something darker, like expensive leather hung in the air.
Scarlett’s fingers brushed over a marble-topped table as they walked, her mind spinning.
“So... you’re rich,” she said finally, her voice light but tense.
Nathaniel chuckled. “Very observant. But you didn’t seem to care about that when we were on the rooftop.”
Scarlett blushed, remembering their night together, how raw, how real it had been.
“I didn’t know,” she muttered, looking away.
They stopped in a vast living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The view was mesmerizing, but Scarlett forced herself to turn away as Nathaniel poured two glasses of whiskey.
“Here,” he offered her one.
She took it, needing something to steady her nerves.
Nathaniel sat on the couch, watching her. “So, Scarlett, now that you know a little about me, I think it’s time we talk. Really talk.”
She hesitated but then sat down, keeping her distance.
“What do you want to know?” she asked carefully.
He took a slow sip of his drink before answering. “What brought you to that rooftop? You looked like a woman running from her demons.”
Scarlett’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wasn’t about to tell him the truth—that she was an assassin trying to escape her past.
“I guess you could say I’ve had a rough life,” she said, her voice quiet. “I’m... trying to start over.”
Nathaniel studied her, his eyes sharp and probing, but he didn’t push.
“So do you only work as a waitress?” he asked softly.
Scarlett swallowed. “Yh, just as a waitress in that restaurant where I..."
"Slapped me", he said quickly and laughed at the same time. He continued, " I must say, you have a pretty strong hand for a lady."
She chuckled, "Yh, I get that from people most times. Just trying to stay out of trouble and stay low."
Nathaniel arched a brow, like he knew there was more to her story, but he didn’t call her out on it.
“And you?” she asked, turning the attention to him. “What do you do, besides own a castle?”
Nathaniel gave a small laugh. “I own a few companies. Investments. Real estate. Nightclubs.” He looked at her with a smirk. “Some boring, some not so boring.”
Scarlett smiled faintly, but inside, her mind was spinning. Nightclubs. Real estate. This man wasn’t just rich—he was powerful.
“So, let me guess... you’re used to women falling all over you?” she teased, taking a sip of whiskey.
Nathaniel’s gaze darkened, and he leaned in closer. “I’m used to people wanting things from me. But you... you didn’t want anything. You left before I even woke up.”
Scarlett’s breath caught as she realized how close he was now.
“Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice a low murmur.
She licked her lips, trying to find her voice. “Because it was supposed to be just one night. No strings.”
Nathaniel reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle but sent a shiver down her spine.
“Well, I want strings,” he whispered. “I want to know everything about you.”
Scarlett shook her head. “You don’t know me, Nathaniel.”
He smirked. “Then let me.”
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, soft but demanding. Scarlett tried to pull back, but her body betrayed her, leaning into him. His hands slid into her hair, and the kiss deepened, turning hungry.
She let out a soft gasp as he pulled her onto his lap, his hands gripping her waist.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmured against her lips. “Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Scarlett’s walls crumbled. She kissed him back fiercely, pouring all her confusion and longing into the kiss.
Clothes were lost somewhere along the way as Nathaniel carried her upstairs to his bedroom, a massive room with floor-to-ceiling windows and silk sheets.
When he laid her down on the bed, his eyes softened. “Are you sure?”
Scarlett swallowed, searching his gaze. Something about the way he looked at her, like she was more than just a night of pleasure made her chest ache.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Their bodies moved together in a dance of fire and tenderness, each touch more desperate than the last. It was as if they were trying to consume each other, to forget the world outside.
When it was over, Nathaniel lay beside her, brushing his fingers along her bare back.
“I don’t want this to be the last time,” he said quietly.
Scarlett turned her head to look at him, her heart thudding.
“Be my woman,” he whispered, his voice raw and emotional. “Scarlett... let’s build something together."
Scarlett’s breath caught. No one had ever asked her that. No one had ever wanted more.
She didn’t know what to say. She stared wide eye at him as if the answer was written on his face.
"I need an answer Scarlett. Will you be my Woman?"
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