Sinfully Yours

4.

My heart raced as I confessed to being the one behind the wheel. The room felt suffocating, and I could feet his intense gaze on me.

"I promise, it wasn't my fault," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "I couldn't have done anything to prevent it. It happened so fast, and t did my best to steer away, but the truck came out of nowhere." | pleaded but heard him grunt, and that made me shed more tears. I was crying for so many reasons, but the one that pained me the most was that he hated me so much. I hated the fact that he hated me Anyone can hate me, but not

"Stop crying!" He grunted in an annoyed tone, as ilmy tears were annoying him. "No one touched you, so why are you crying?"

I choked back my tears and quickly wiped my face with the back of my palms. I didn't want him to get angrier at me.

The room fell into total silence while I buried my eyes on the bed to avoid his piercing gaze on me. He had this strong aura around him that spoke of dominance and authority. I felt so small just by him staring at

me.

I heard him release a heavy sigh before he took back his seat. "Do you know your biological parents?" He asked. "No!" I quickly responded because Iknew he hated unanswered questions. "Where were you adopted from?" He asked, and I gulped, wondering why he was asking me such questions. "In an orphanage in France." I responded, my voice barely a whisper.

He grunted, and then the room fell into an awkward silençe before he spoke again. "My sister has made me your custodian, but I think there will be no need for that because you are already 18 and can take care of yourself." gulped but didn't say a word. I wouldn't dare to speak when he hadn't asked me to.

"I believe you can stay on your own." He asked, and I swallowed hard. How do Itell him that I was scared of the dark?

"I believe you heard me." He asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, I can stay on my own." I lied while avoiding eye contact with him. I didn't want to be a trouble for him.

"That's fine then," he said and tried to get off his seat when suddenly the power supply went off, and everywhere went dark.

In the sudden darkness, I felt a rush of panic. My fear of the dark, a childhood phobia that still haunted me, surged back with intensity. My breath seized in my chest, and I felt like I was taking my last breath with every passing second. "Lord Lorian... Are you there?" I asked with trembling lips, but didn't get a response from him, which intensified my fear and panic.

"Lord Lorian," I called out as I gripper the sheet of the bed, but I was answered by the silence of the

room.

Despite his silence, I could still feel his presence looming over me in the darkness. It was a chilling and unsettling feeling. Hot sweat formed on my forehead, and my body began to tremble. "Lord Lorian, I'm scared of the dark." exclaimed in fear as tears stood

in my eyes. The light was taking too long to be restored.

"Stay calm, l'm here, his authoritative voice resounded in the room, and suddenly I felt a cold, chill pass down my spine, and suddenly, my fear went away. It was unbelievable now his words could have such an effect on me, I clung to his voice like a lifeline in the pitch-black room, my rapid breaths gradually slowing as his presence reassured me. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt safer with Lord Lorian nearby.

Seconds later, the light was restored, and I blinked in the sudden brightness before taking a deep breath and then closing my eyes for a moment.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Lord Lorian was still seated nearby, his expression unreadable.

I could see his face more clearly now, his features softened. For the first time since we met, I saw a flicker of something other than anger in his eyes-perhaps a hint of empathy. It made me wonder if there was more to him than the stories I'd heard.

Embarrassed, I gulped and looked away, but then I noticed he stood to his feet and began making his way towards the door. He paused at the door and looked back at me with those chilling green eyes. "Get ready, you will be living with me." He announced, and my eves widened while my mouth was left hanging.

What the hell! Did I just hear him right?'

He walked away, and I stood up and ran after him.

"Wait...!"

"What...?!" He asked without stopping or turning to look at me.

"Did you just say I'd be living with you??"

He didn't reply, but continued walking away, leaving me with more questions.

***

I was standing outside the door, wondering what was going on when a handmaiden arrived with my things and began putting them in a bag.

"Where are we going!"