Forced Love

Chapter 8 – Intentions

Sick, I felt sick to my stomach the entire drive home with my mind turning over unendingly as a clock. Plastering a smile to my face and nodding as Julian spoke the length of the drive, I could hardly bare to sit or stay still for a single moment longer. Jumping every time Julian’s hand reached over to take my own, I felt the chill in my blood hidden behind the warm encouraging expression I held together with every facet of strength that I had left. Praying to get home as soon as possible, I could feel my body and mind crumbling beneath the mask I wore.

Stepping out from the car as swiftly as I could manage, Julian all but ran around the car with his hand outstretched to give me help. His tone full of confidence, Julian still wore a triumphant smile as I took his offer placing my hand in his obediently. “I’ll walk you in.” My mask falling, I could hardly contain myself as the denial escaped my lips forcefully. Attempting to recover the face I lost with my outburst, I recognised the patience and control I had maintained near breaking point.

“NO! I mean, no, everyone is probably in bed by now. And to be honest, I do not wish to share you with anyone else tonight, I’ll just see you tomorrow. Julian.” Keeping my tone low and soft at the end, I looked up into Julian eyes that had softened even more so as his body crept closer pressing alongside my own. His firmness pressing into the softness of my body, I conformed around his will awaiting his response.

“Yes, I’ll be back to see you tomorrow.” Julian’s body descending toward mine, I froze as his hands and arms wrapped around my middle holding me tightly. Pulling back enough after a few moments, Julian stood in place as his eyes told me what he intended to do next. His upper body beginning to move, I forced a giggle to my lips before dropping my head to dodge his own pulling his hand in my own along the path. Walking in front of him toward the door, I briefly turned dropping my face attempting to give the appearance of being shy.

“Then till tomorrow, Julian.” Releasing Julian’s hand, I escaped fast slipping into the opening door at the front of the house. Turning and holding his gaze for a moment longer as the maid stepped away, I saw a hunger that almost frightened me behind Julian’s smirk as he watched while agreeing with a final nod of his head.

“Tomorrow.”

Closing the door, I stood in place as the maid approached once more standing at my side. “Your father waited up, he is waiting for you in his office.”

My chest giving an erratic thump, I could hardly organise my thoughts as I responded. “I’m very tired. Tell father all went as expected and I will talk to him tomorrow.” Moving toward the stairs before the maid could speak another word, it was like waves were crashing down upon me with each step I took. My breathing growing more laboured by the second, I clutched at my chest as I made my way to my room needing to be on my own.

Closing the door to my bedroom behind me, I laid my back flat against the door as my eyes squeezed closed. An almost sob breaking free, I bit my lip knowing I had no options left to consider. Sucking in each breath deeply, I attempted to calm my body and heart as I brought my hand to my face knowing all too well that it could have been worse. Julian was nice to me, sweet and caring. Most of all he would help my family and overtime, overtime maybe I would… Hands gripping at my wrists tearing them from my face, a scream burst from my lips.

Finding a hand over my mouth, my body instantly jolted back against the door with a little force. Silenced and held in place, my eyes opened and adjusted in the darkness of my room. The hand ever so slowly falling from my lips, I looked up to find Noah standing before me. His face wearing a stern expression, it was like no other I had seen before. Not a single trace of humour in the lines of his face, I paused as his hand freed the only wrist he still held as he reached for the lock of my door behind me. Understanding his intention to stay, I dropped my ridged stance relaxing against the door. “What can I do for you Mr Lonte? I’m rather tired and this intrusion is rather inappropriate.”

My tone dismissive, I was no longer in the mood to play games with Noah. Just today my mind filled with questions and interest for the man, it was no longer even an idea I could entertain after tonight. My life being paved before me, it was clear this was no longer a game I could afford to play. Needing to be what Julian wanted, what my father needed, I needed to put my own foolish conceptions to the side. My fingers tightening around the velvet box still in my grasp, I felt Noah’s hand surround my own before prying the box roughly from my fingers with ease.

Holding the box in his hand, Noah did not even bother opening the silky smooth piece as his fingers suddenly threw it further into the room with no ounce of care. His voice finally sounding with a tight strain to his vocals. “Give it back.”

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