Serpent Twins: The Fall

Blue Hour

Kimberly’s POV:

“Thank you, Doctor Vanderwood,” Mr. Adebayo weakly said, but his dark eyes were lit.

“He will get better in no time,” I told his wife who anxiously was standing in front of me, “Please let him get some rest, Mrs. Adebayo,” I smiled at her.

Glenn whispered to me earlier that Mr. Adebayo has been continuously scolded by his wife during his hospitalization for having his affair disclosed. It was none of our business until I saw how she talked to him in harsh tone when I got into their room. Mr. Adebayo has just undergone lobectomy, he needs quality rest.

She sheepishly smiled and nodded, “Yes, Doctor Vanderwood. Thank you,” she responded.

I nodded to her in sympathy, then walked out of the room with Glenn and two other nurses behind.

 “Are we done, Glenn?” I asked, thinking that I have visited all of my patients on follow-up examination’s list.

I smiled, feeling a relief knowing that all of my post-surgery and even outpatient patients were getting better with no complications. 

It’s such a rare good blessed day.

He nodded, “Yes, Doc,” he said, “You have guest in your office now,” he continued, with suspicious smirk.

I stopped and raised my eyebrows at him, “Who is that? Why didn’t I get a note?” I curiously asked.

Cops? FBI?

My heart started to beat faster. I took a long exhale to calm myself. 

He shrugged his shoulders, “I have to get Mr. Whitmore’s blood-test result, Doc, I’ll be back after,” he said and walked away with other nurses.

“Thank you, Doctor Vanderwood,” other nurses said before leaving.

I replied back and hurriedly went to my office then opened the door.

“Kimmy, you look great,” Nicholas came holding my lower back and pulled me into his hug.

He closed my door by his foot and kissed my lips softly. I tried to break away from his hug, but his hands were too strong, so I gave in, but didn’t kiss him back. As I opened my eyes, he was smirking with his blonde hair covered almost half of his face. He ran his fingers through his wavy hair.

God, he is so handsome.

“Nicholas, you startled me and this is such inappropriate behavior during working time,” I sulked, pushed away his chest with my file folders, and went to my desk.

He lightly laughed, “You’re done your work, Kimmy. I came to pick you up,” he said.

I turned my body on him, wondering.

Did he know that I took a cab this morning?

I couldn’t turn on the engine, so I already asked mechanics I knew to get the car and have it checked at the workshop.

“Why?” I curiously asked and put my folders on the table.

“I have to go to London for few days, so I’ll take you out tonight,” he coolly replied and took a seat in front of me. 

That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it triggered another question.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Violin cello duet,” he answered.

I hopelessly bit my lips as he kept giving me mysterious replies. I could see that he was ready for formal event, in his black double-breasted cashmere coat with button placket detail and fancy designer-label shoes. He is obviously a Parisian chic kind of man. I was wondering what others might think, seeing this tall handsome man, dressed up like a model, in my office while they thought I was dating Dylan Knight. I sighed.

“Nicholas, it’s almost five, what time is the gig?” I asked, thinking that I have to take a shower first and prepare the dress and make up, it will take around one hour at least.

“Seven. You still have enough time, don’t worry, I’ll take you home first, Kimmy,” he replied and got up to examine flower bouquets by the window.

I hope he didn’t see the card from Iris Knight.

“Okay, please give me three minutes,” I told him, hurriedly texted Glenn, and started to gather my belongings.

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I stepped into the private elevator alone after Nicholas’s bodyguard escorted me by the door and politely waited for me outside until the door was closed. Nicholas took me home and he sent his chauffeur to pick me up at 05:45 p.m. after I texted him that I was ready. His chauffeur took me to Tribeca and as far as I know, the building that I entered is luxury residential condominium, not for concert hall or such. I was hesitated for a moment, realizing that Nicholas might be living here. I stared on my reflection on the futuristic gloss mirrored elevator. My diamond dangle-drop earrings sparkled underneatha recessed ceiling light that illuminates the cab.I fixed my black coat over an ivory long sleeve cashmere tight sweat and black Peggy diner swing skirt. 

Why didn’t he pick me up and go directly to the concert hall or whatever it is?

As the elevator door opened, unparalleled views of the city by the glass-encased living room of the penthouse loft was captivating my eyes. The sun has dipped a certain amount below the horizon and with the bright city lights, all could say was just wow.

“Kimmy, come on in. You look gorgeous, Baby,” Nicholas stood up from his seat to hug me.

He gave me a light peck on my cheek and softly cupped my face to kiss my lips slowly. I automatically closed my eyes, feeling his cold soft lips on mine.

“Can I store your coat?” he softly whispered in my ear.  

He wore a long sleeved crisp white dress shirt, open to the chest plate and decorated with a loose neckerchief. The cuffs were turned up, and the shirt was tucked into his black trousers.

I looked at him in confusion, “Shouldn’t we go right now?”

He smirked, took off my coat, stored it into a hidden coat closet behind me.

“Nicholas?” I asked for explanation, letting him to take my hand to his lips then kissed it. 

I took a shower, dressed up, and put make up on so quick to avoid of being late.

“They will perform here before dinner, Kimmy,” he coolly said.

“Will they be joining us for dinner? Who are they?” I asked, feeling really enthusiastic.

“No, they will not,” he replied, “Do you want something to drink before dinner?” he asked with a smile.

“No, thank you. Who are they, Nicholas?” I pouted, feeling his mysterious side started to annoy me.

“Who do you think the greatest living violinist?” he hugged me with a smirk.

My mind straightly went to Itzhak Perlman. I watched his recital at Carnegie Hall last spring with Daniel and I could still remember how his pristine technique indisputably has proven to be the reigning virtuoso of the violin.

Nicholas suddenly released his hug and pulled my hand to follow him to the two-tiered terrace with a private rooftop pool, which offered a dramatic, sprawling bright open-floor plan, and peerless city views. What was more over the top, the terrace was full filled with blooming red roses and even the pool was completely covered by red petals. It was such a magical ambience in the peak of blue hour. I stood up watching how breathtakingly beautiful the view was, when Air on the G string for violin and cello was played in beautiful harmony, startled me. I turned my back and closed my mouth.

Oh, God, am I dreaming?

Nicholas held my back to guide me to sit on the chair by the pool. He kept holding my hand and kissed it for few times. I smiled at him, feeling a sudden warm in my heart. We were enjoying the burnished tone of violin from the world-renowned violinist and delicate tone of cello from one of the best-known cellists who often performs duet with Mr. Perlman.

 øøøøø

“Kimmy, you can’t stop smiling,” Nicholas teased me when we were having dinner after one-hour of unforgettable performance by two amazing classical music artists. 

I forked my sixth course of tagliolinipasta withtantalizing exotic white truffle. It tasted so good, I tried hard not to moan and munched it slowly. I looked at him in the eye, with the dim lit terrace, I couldn’t clearly see his beautiful green eyes. I felt so grateful, but also wondered, with the private live performance, lavish seven-course menu, and thousands of exotic red roses.

How much for all of these treats cost?

“Nicholas, you’ve been so generous to me. I can’t repay you. Thank you, Nic,” I genuinely said.

“Are you happy?” he softly asked.

“Yes, I am,” I couldn’t hold my chuckle.

“Well, that is what matter the most to me,” he held my hand and squeezed it.

I sheepishly pulled my hand and cleared my throat, “When will you leave?” I asked, diverting the topic.

“Tonight,” he replied.

“Like after dinner?” I asked, thinking that I have to finish my food earlier.

He chuckled, “I can leave anytime, Kimmy. Let’s take our moment slowly,” he told.

“But you still need a rest on your way,” I reminded him.

“Baby, you forgot that I’m a doctor too,” he laughed.

I chuckled and sighed, “Yes, clearly,” I murmured, “So, when will you be back?” I asked.

“What? Do you miss me already?” he teased.

I bit my lips, “I’m just making conversation, you know.”

“By the weekend, I hope. So, did you do anything new recently?” he asked, sipping his wine.

“Nothing, except the fact that the hospital decided to put me on some television reality show,” I told him.

“What show?” he asked.

“Meet the Surgeons,” I replied.

“Well, do you want to be on television show?” he asked, brought his piece of lean yet tender filet mignon into his mouth.

Good question.

I thought that it was more like a burden at first, but now that Nicholas asked me, I thought I want to be part of the program, for educational purpose, definitely not for fame.

“I think yes, I watched one episode last night and it’s pretty a good show,” I answered confidently.

The medical show might be useful, especially in helping medical students to recognize modern issues regarding other similar and professional topics and other viewers to consider the healthcare issues, like signs and symptoms on chronic illnesses, treatments and its alternative, even client-doctor relationships, professionally.  

“I wish you the best, Kimmy. I heard medical shows are popular these days,” he responded.

I smiled, “Thank you, Nic.”

“When are you going to start filming?” he asked again.

“It’s just couple episodes, but the filming can take up for couple weeks,” I told.

Nicholas flourished his wine glass, “Let’s make a toast, then. It’s worth to celebrate, isn’t it?”

I raised mine, “For both of us, let’s make our best effort.”

He clinked his glass on mine, “For us.”

I sipped my red wine a little. It was really good, but I wouldn’t drink it up all because I have another morning surgery tomorrow. As the wind blew gently through my neck, I sniffed the fragrance of those fresh roses. It was restorative and relaxing, encouraged me to breathe deeply and slowly. 

“The roses, what will you do after this?” I asked.

How could he get such roses and so many in this season?

They’re very pretty, it will be a shame if they have to be thrown away after tonight. I was thinking for a charity organization to use those roses to create smaller arrangements to place on the bedside tables at hospitals, hospice care facilities, cancer treatment centers, women's shelters, and even nursing homes.

“We can donate them for a good cause, like sending those to all of your patients,” he offered.

“Oh, Nic. That is sweet of you, but I don’t want to burden you,” I told him, but I felt so happy that he is on the same page as I am. 

“I’m happy to help, Baby,” he calmly said and took my hand to his lips. 

“Thank you, Nic. Um, by the way, where are they coming from?”

I noticed they grow in long stems and very large heads. I’ve never seen such big roses.

“They’re from the Andes mountains in Ecuador. Those were grown around two thousand eight hundred meters above sea level and due to the high altitude, they have a slower growth cycle than normal, making them larger,” he explained.

Costly roses, noted.

His private chef, Monsieur Vauquelin, quietly came with servants from the service entrance to clear our table and to bring desserts we previously chose, as the seventh course, dark chocolate’s balls with pumpkin, white truffle, and twenty-four karats of edible gold leaf.

øøøøø

“Do you want to take a tour inside?” he offered, pulling my hand to go inside the twenty foot ceilings of his living room.

I shook my head, while I actually wanted to say yes. I just didn’t want him to take my willingness wrongly.

“The living room is fine, Nic,” I softly rejected and took a seat on the ivory sofa in the middle of the room, “You have such an awe-inspiring residence, Nic,” I genuinely complimented.

I believe his ultra-modern penthouse built with the most refined finish. Nicholas sat next to mine and pulled me closer into his hug. He softly brushed my hair and cupped my face.

“Kimmy, you just don’t know how I want you to be mine,” he seductively whispered and kissed me slowly on my lips, and then gazed into my eyes.

I shivered a little, feeling his cold hands brushed my cheeks. I gazed back into his dark eyes and put one hand on his cheek, then got my fingers gently running through his blonde hair and took some strands behind his ear. This man is undeniably so gorgeous. 

So Alexander.

“Nicholas, please excuse me, but how can I differ you with your twin, except your longer hair?” I blurted out.

He grinned, “Do you really want to know?”

“No,” I replied, “Yes,” I corrected myself over curiosity.

He released his hug and gave me his back. He started to untie and undress his shirt. I tried not to comment, although I was confused. Apparently, he just lowered his shirt, revealing the back of his shoulders.

“Now, check on my left,” he asked as he brushed his shoulder-length hair to his right side.

I tried to examine, but saw no visible marks.

“Touch it, Kimmy,” he ordered and took my left hand to trail the back of his left shoulder.

I touched it and started to feel uneven skin around. Nicholas guided my fingers slowly to follow his marks. They were ten dots inside a circle.

“Use your phone,” he ordered.

I took my phone from my purse, tapped the flashlight button, and brought it against the back of his shoulder. I could see the marks I previously touched were slightly dark, contrasted with his pale skin. Nicholas lifted up his shirt back and I turned off flashlight on my phone.

“Those are burn scars,” he turned at me, with unbuttoned shirt.

“Are those? How did you get your skin burnt?” I curiously asked.

They were not common contracture scars I used to see during my med school.

“When I was young, one of our servant gave me those,” he said.

“How?” I asked again.

“I’m not sure how, but she did it,” he replied.

Was he too young to remember? It must be hurtful for him at the time. 

“What happened to her? Your parents ought to be furious,” I assumed, their precious child was being hurt even if it was accident, must be a fatal mistake for her.

“She was burned alive at the stake,” he chuckled.

I tried to lightly hit his chest, “Don’t joke like that Nicholas, some people were actually burnt alive,” I pouted.

He grabbed my hand and hugged me. I held his cold chest with two hands.

“At least I wasn’t not joking to tell you that I love you, Kimmy. Please be with me,” he whispered it in my ear.

He lowered his face, held my face to keep us close, and passionately kissed me. I kissed him back and wrapped my hands around his neck. He playfully chewed my lower lip, then slid his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned in his mouth when he sucked my tongue and moved his tongue in a swirling motion. I opened my eyes when I felt like my body was being lift into the air and being held up with my legs around his waist. Suddenly I was already inside of his bedroom. I broke the kiss when he put me down in his big bed.

“What are you doing, Nicholas?” I whispered, trying to gather my breath as well as to arrange my heartbeat.

“You can still trust me, Kimmy,” he pushed me on the bed and started to kiss me again with one hand brushing my thigh underneath my skirt.

His free hand pulled out and rolled up my round neck sweat, pushed away my bra, and squeezed my breasts alternatively. I arched my back when his fingers brushed my panties and gently stroked my c**t over the panties.

“Nicholas,” I moaned his name as his kiss went down to my neck and his fingers tried to slide into my panties.

He held my hands above my head and his mouth found my n****e when I was about to wiggle and close my legs to prevent his further attack on my c**t. 

“Trust me, Baby,” he whispered in my ear, kissed my lips, and played with my tongue.

My body was burning hot, so I let my legs opened. He kept kissing me while his fingers gently stroked my damp c**t. I couldn’t stop moaning in his mouth. It was so good, but I wanted more. Nicholas left my lips to go down sucking my neck, my breasts, and he lifted up my legs to open black pointy pumps. He kissed my legs, then my thighs.

“Don’t,” I breathlessly told him when he was about to open my skirt.

He smirked, lifted up my skirt, slid my panties before bringing his mouth to my c**t, licking and sucking, while his finger rubbed above it. My body was burning hot, yet I was shivering over the joy he gave. I ran my fingers through his hair and unintentionally pulled it when I was about to c*m so quickly. When he was licking and sucking my c**t faster, I reached out my orgasm. I moaned and groaned as he sucked up all of my fluid.

“Nicholas,” I weakly called out, asking for a hug.

He left my legs, kissed my lips, and hugged me tight. I could feel that his hard manhood pushed into my thighs. I was wondering what it looks like, so I pushed him down and tried to climb his body.

“Kimmy, please don’t,” he said, but his face told me differently.

I want to please him back.

“Please let me try, Nic,” I smiled, looked into his eyes, and went down to his pants.

I tried to open his belt buckle, but it was difficult to open with tremble fingers. He chuckled and helped me to open it. Once it was opened, I tremulously lower his zip and I slid my hand into his bulging pants and saw another obstacle, his trunks. 

Should I just reach into it and take it out or should I lower the elasticated waistband first? 

My heart was racing so fast as this was the very first time I was about to see and touch man’s intimate organ for non-medical reason. I rubbed his bulging trunks and decided to try reaching into it first and held my breath when my fingers found his big and hard manhood.

His c**k.

“f**k,” he lowly cursed with eyes closed.

My shaky fingers tried to wrap around it and gently pulled it out. Nicholas helped me to pull it out as I got difficulty to release it from his trunks. I gasped when seeing his intense erected c**k. It stood up like a steel pole, big and long one with blue and purple veins around his shaft. I almost wanted to cancel my stupid plan of pleasing him with my mouth when he guided my hands to wrap around his monstrous uncircumcised c**k. So, I decided to use my hands, instead of mouth. His shaft was smooth, but firm. Using two hands, I gently stroked from his tip and brought his foreskin down, revealing the mushroom.

“Heavier touch, Baby. Don’t worry, it won’t break,” he gave me instruction with a light chuckle.

Oh, okay.

I sheepishly bit my lips and gripped his shaft tighter, then gave more vigorously strokes down and up simultaneously.

“Would you please wet it a little, Baby?” he huskily asked.

With what?

He chuckled, “Just spit on it a little,” he ordered.

Don’t we need personal lubricant?

I noticed that his c**k already discharged a pre-c*m from the tip of his mushroom, so I rubbed the pre-ejaculate fluid and stroked it down as natural lubricant to the ridge that separated the head of his c**k from the shaft. I carefully spit on it a little to add more lubricant and smoothly stroked down along his shaft.

“f**k…” he cursed again with a groan.

I bit my lips hard and started to stroke down faster. The more Nicholas groaned and cursed, the faster I work on the strokes. After few minutes, his groans started to get louder and suddenly his hand stopped mine. He got up and pulled me away from his groin.

“Nicholas, what’s wrong?” I asked in confusion.

He fixed his pants with suffering eyes and pulled me into his hug, laying together with his face buried in the curve of my neck.

“It’s enough, Kimmy,” he huskily whispered.

“Did I do it wrong?” I asked, feeling guilty.

“No, you did great, Baby. I just don’t want to c*m,” he whispered.

Why?

I felt his cold tongue against my neck, I felt ticklish, but he held my body tight. I could feel his teeth gently brushed my neck skin.

“Nicholas,” I started to feel aroused.

“I’ll take you home, Kimmy,” he kissed my neck and went to my lips.

øøøøø

I turned off my waking up alarm and instantly felt stiffness everywhere, especially on my thighs. I checked on my phone and opened unread message from Nicholas and Dylan. I opened message from Nicholas first.

Good morning, Kimmy. Bogdan will be waiting for you down the lobby. Please use him as your chauffeur every day, anywhere you want. I can’t wait to see you again, Baby. And the roses have been taken care and ready to deliver before noon.

I smiled, then pouted recalling to all of his fancy cars. I can always take the cab or even subway to commute around. It’s never a big deal for me.

Thanks, but you shouldn’t spoil me too far. Have a wonderful trip, Nic. I replied and moved on the next message.

Good morning, Babe. Smiling face emoji. Kimmy, I’m not going to Denver. Please spare me time for lunch today. I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready. Please inform me. Crossed fingers emoji.

I bit my lower lip and replied back to him. I already texted him about his mother invited me for a dinner this weekend and I positively confirmed. But after last night, I started to feel bad to Dylan, because if I don’t choose him, it will affect his mother too in any ways.

Shall I postpone the dinner at least until I’m certain who will I choose?

I sighed, got up from bed, and went to the bathroom for peeing. I winched a little, feeling a slight burn on my c**t.

Did he do me roughly last night?

I felt okay after going back home and had my pee last night before bed. I sighed, thinking that I have to visit my gynecologist after several times of c*********s with two different persons. 

With siblings. Twins. 

I closed my eyes, couldn’t handle the mixed feelings inside.

øøøøø

“Kimmy,” Dylan opened the front door for me.

I smiled and muttered my appreciation.

“You’re driving,” I told him with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows, “I do drive, Kimmy,” he chuckled.

“Where’s Billy?” I curiously asked.

“Perhaps three cars behind us,” he coolly replied.

“Oh,” I rolled my eyes.

“Who is the man with dark suit behind you, Kimmy? I firstly thought he’s your security,” he laughed.

I cleared my throat, “I don’t have bodyguard, Dylan, I’m just an ordinary citizen,” I replied, trying to divert his attention.

He probably saw me with Bogdan. It was difficult to ignore Bogdan as he is six feet five, with light brown hair, athletic figure, blue eyes, and obviously handsome face. I already told him to pick me up after five, but I didn’t know how he found me in the main lobby. It was quite embarrassing to let him see me being picked up by another man. I sighed.“Well?” he asked.

“Well what?” I asked him back.

“Do you know him?” he asked me again.

Should I lie?

“He’s Nicholas Mircea’s chauffeur,” I replied.

“The twin. What did his chauffeur do there?” he asked.

I bit my lower lip, “Nicholas lent me his chauffeur for few days until my car fixed,” I brushed my hair to my right side, “Where are we going to, Dylan?” I asked, noticing his white Mercedes-AMG coupe was merging onto Harlem river drive.

“I’m in the mood for salmon avocado toast, have you tried?” he asked.

“Don’t tell me we’re going to The Osprey, it will take twenty minutes at least, Dylan,” I reminded him.

I have to go back to work by 02:00 p.m.

“Bingo! Don’t worry, we’ll make it in time,” he smiled and drove faster, “Wait, how could you let him lend you his chauffeur, which I doubt it, as he looks like a bodyguard to me, but you refused my offer before?” he asked, looking at me with hurtful eyes.

I sighed, “Dylan, I didn’t know how he knew and he just sent his chauffeur this morning.”

“Well, at least you’re being honest,” he touched my hand with his right hand and then lightly touched my neck.

I startled, “What?”

“Did the bed bugs bit you there?” he chuckled and put his hand back on steering wheel.

I touched my left side of the neck, feeling nothing.

Please don’t tell me it is a hickey!

I lowered the sun visor above the windshield and opened the passenger vanity mirror to examine my neck. The mirror was illuminated, but the daylight came through sunroof helped me more to see two red dots on my left carotid artery. I rubbed them gently, but felt nothing, no itchiness nor pain. I tried to remember that this might be the third times I had such mysterious marks, but as they went away after a day, I simply ignored the cause.

“This is the third time I have these tiny red dots on my neck,” I mumbled and closed the mirror.

I decided to call dust mite cleaning service after the lunch.

“You don’t know how to get them?” he asked with a smirk.

“Why are you smirking?” I pouted.

“Well, you tell me. You’re the doctor here,” he joked.

“Well, I’m not dermatologist here, but I could tell that you pampered your skin right,” I laughed, teasing his glowing clean skin.

Dylan’s POV:

I put back the knife on my plate next to half eaten delicious cheeseburger. 

“But mom has been expecting us, Kimmy. May I know the reason?” I asked, couldn’t hide my disappointment.

She cleared her throat, obviously feeling bad on me.

“I…can’t lie to you mother, Dylan. About our relationship, so it’s better if I meet her after later,” she said softly, but loud enough to hear.

She opted to sit at a nice and shady outdoor seating of the restaurant overlooking green with hints of reddish and yellowish trees of Brooklyn Bridge Park. 

I sighed, “Kimmy, whatever you said we’ve been dating, whether it’s going to go to another step or not, which in this case on your decision, it’s enough reason for us to meet my mom,” I told her.

Her facial expression changed after she heard the word ‘dating’. She sheepishly took a glance at other customers far behind my back, as if dating with me is an embarrassing thing to hear. 

How naïve. Didn’t she realize that she was even dating at least two guys at the same time?

“Dylan, I don’t know what to say,” she softly responded and stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Just say that you will choose me,” I smiled and held her two hands.

She bit her lower lip and stared at me pleadingly, “Dylan, please give me a little more time.”

I nodded and lightly squeezed her hands, “Okay, Babe. I’ll call her for you,” I told.

She shook her head, “No, I’ll call your mother myself. It’s impolite to cancel through someone else even her own son,” she smiled sweetly.

I smiled back and brushed her face, “Can we have dinner tonight?”

She chuckled, “Don’t you see me enough today? How about tomorrow?” she offered.

I nodded, “Lunch and dinner?”

She shook her head and hit my hand, “Don’t be greedy, Dylan. You’ll get bored of me quicker later,” she laughed.

I love her laid back laugh, her cute gummy laugh.

“I won’t, Kimmy,” I smiled heartedly.

She forked her salmon avocado toast, put it into her mouth, and moaned, “I thought you’re going to order this?” she asked, closing her full mouth with napkin.

“It’s already passed the brunch, so I’ll just take this one. Do you want some?” I offered her and forked a big chunk of burger.

She shook her head, “No, thanks, but I’ll steal your fries some later,” she chuckled.

I smiled, “So, how’s work?”

“Nothing extraordinary, but I will start filming a reality show, you know, Meet the Surgeons, next week,” she chuckled.

“Oh, congratulations, Kimmy. I knew the show, I watched it once with Billy from my hospital bed,” I grinned, “How did you get into the show?” I asked.

“As replacement of my boss. He’s going to conference so passed the offer to me,” she said.

“He put a trust on you, Kimmy,” I commented.

She smiled, “Yes, it’s been an honor indeed.” 

“Does that mean that you’re going busier for lunch or dinner?” I curiously asked.

She shook her head, “I don’t think so, they will shoot during working hours.”

I nodded, feeling a relief.

“Did Detective Cole contact you by any chances?” I calmly asked.

She raised her eyebrows a little, perhaps didn’t expect the question.

“He dropped by to my office yesterday, showing me another footage from Daniel’s case, whether I could identify two people who took them out of the club,” she sighed.

“Could you?” I asked again.

She weakly shook her head, “No, I couldn’t.”

“Kimmy, I don’t think it’s wise for you to give confirmation without attorney. Can I help you to deal with it?” I offered.

Plus, I don’t want her to keep meeting with Detective Cole. As an adult, I have to admit that he is one attractive man and I heard he is still single.

She chuckled, “It’s okay, Dylan. I don’t want to complicate things, but thank you for your offer,” she smiled.

Feeling exasperated, I took her left hand and lightly squeezed it. She is so beautiful, with her long wavy brunette hair styled with golden bobby pin and wore black cashmere sweat over white shirt and black pencil skirt. I held the strong urge to kiss her juicy soft lips. 

Vladimir’s POV:

I was watching how the man cupping Kimberly’s face with his hands and slowly kissed her on lips.

Kim, what the hell were you doing?

I never thought that she is the human that my mother mentioned to be the precious mate of Prince Nicholas after seeing her with one of the prince’s guard when I decided to try finding her at hospital. I didn’t intend to appear in front of her, I just wanted to see her as it has been seven years since I had to hide again.

If she’s the destined mate, why did the prince let her be with the human?

It just didn’t make any sense as we all know how the prince despise humans and let his woman being touched by human and they both are still alive and unharmed, I just couldn’t believe my eyes anymore. I put back my binocular into backpack and stood with my back against black tupelo tree with eyes closed.

Such a hideous fate of hers.

I left her because I realized that I started to develop feeling for her and it could expose her in danger after Anastasia found my place, so I planned my disappearance for the sake of Kimberly. If Anastasia could find me, it would be just a matter of time if others could sense me too and I couldn’t stay for too long because I don’t age. Five years were way too long.

Does she know what she has got into? Does she even believe the existence of supernatural beings?

Judging from her gesture and knowing her for five years, I don’t think she would act like this if she knew that she has been claimed by a ruthless vampire. I’ve been trying to find out about the human’s mate of Prince Nicholas, but all I know that she’s living in New York. I dropped by at Kimberly’s old house in Baltimore, but her mother sold the house five years ago and moved to Italy. I secretly went Amber’s house and got Kimberly’s address. The last thing I did was trying to google her name. That was when I found out that she was working as surgeon in that hospital. Luckily, I didn’t go straightly breaking into her apartment because I believe the prince must install surveillance devices around.  

I sighed heavily. I intended to avenge the death of my family, but here I am, standing alone in agony.  

 What should I do?

I could simply leave and proceed my hiding plan to Malaysia, just like mother strongly suggested to, or I could just go with the previous plan with some adjustment, kidnapping Kimberly and took her with me although she will definitely resist my idea and will try to escape once she knew what I am.

And who is that human? Why did she let him to kiss her in public in a broad daylight?

I could smell three vampires around, they could be just peasants, or could be the prince’s guards watching over the prince’s mate. I have to be more careful with the distance because the prince could sense me in at least four miles away in a good breeze. 

She is indeed a blossoming beauty.

Nothing has changed much on her. Suddenly a reality hit me that I was still longing for her, but she could have forgot about me.  

Nicholas’s POV:

“Your Highness, we have several places to visit, but his latest hideout was in Glendalough. Shall we change our route to Dublin first?” Peter asked from his seat.

That dog had been moving from London to Epping to Glendalough.

What did he look for or up to?

Even if it was just a decoy, I have to check it myself, especially because I have several residences in London, hidden castles both in Epping Forest and the one in Wicklow Mountains, only eight miles from Glendalough.

“No, keep going to London first. Just make sure I have fresh supply,” I told Peter and motioned him to go.

He stood up and bent his back, “It’s been done, Your Highness,” he said, but didn’t step out.

I stared at him, “Anything else?”

“My apology, Your Highness, but Count Congalaig has been countlessly invited you to visit his castle, Your Highness,” he told me.

“No one should disclose my traveling plan,” I replied as a hard no.

“Very well, Your Highness,” he bent his back again and walked away.

I already knew Count Congalaig’s intention was to propose her only daughter to be my bride. His daughter is surely a piece of precious ruby, my favorite kind of woman, but I f****d her every time she visited my castle in Wicklow Mountains and I have never intended to take her as my bride, especially after I met Kimberly.

Kimmy.

I smirked knowing that I almost f****d her four hours ago after taking her home. I pulled out my phone from pocket and replayed one particular footage from hidden camera in her bedroom. I could see myself standing next to her, watching at her having a deep sleep. I took out a small syringe from my pocket to give her intravenous injection with sedative I specially formulated for her to have very minimum side effects to her blood. Her hand moved a little during injection, but remained calm after. I opened her blanket, revealing her body covered in short sleeve cartoon printed nightdress.

Yuck. How old is she?

She has a moderate fashion style during the day, but awful taste in nighties. The good news was that the nightie was so loose and above her knee, exposing her beautiful lean legs. I sat on her bed and examined her sleeping face closer. I felt so much hate, but also so much desire on her. I gently touched her lips, cheeks, and neck. I opened my coat, tossed it on the nightstand, and hungrily kissed her lips and went down to the neck. I bit her neck to slowly withdraw her delicious blood. I tried hard to keep it slow and steady as I don’t want to experience euphoric heartbeat again to invite my brother. 

Fuck, she’s just too delicious.

I quitted soon after having an intense feeling started to build up and caressed her cheek, then bit her again after the feeling subdued, slower this time while my fingers traveled down underneath her nightie touching her cotton panties, gently rubbed and made few strokes over her covered bud. I f*****g need a release and almost had one when she gave me a handy handjob, but I was worried if she would find out my thick crimson red blood c*m if I couldn’t be able to control it. We purebloods could reach orgasm with and without releasing c*m. I usually could control it, but after last time in her living room, I wouldn’t dare to test my luck.

I released her neck and licked the wounds to stop the blood, lifted her bums to pull down her panties, then opened her legs wide. I couldn’t stop myself to examine her beautiful p***y. It was neat, pink, damp, tight, but nearly to bloom. I licked my fangs, feeling huge desire to eat her up again, so I put my face between her legs to taste her arousing p***y. I licked her c**t, rubbed it with my index finger, until her arousal juice naturally came out to lube mine. I released my swollen c**k, pulled up her nightie and brassiere, then pressed her body, placing my c**k against her p***y. Using my left hand, I rubbed my c**k on her c**t, while biting her neck again. I rubbed my c**k faster and slid the tip into her p***y. I could feel that her p***y was swollen trying to accommodate my thick girth, but I stopped just before her spongy hymen. I pulled out and pushed it again slower, feeling her tight outer walls clamped and wrapped around my head hard.

“s**t,” I cursed and pulled out before I lost my mind. 

I sat back between her legs and saw her arousal juice covered her swollen red p***y. I took a glance to her face and suddenly felt guilty, but my c**k was already on its peak for a release, so I rubbed and stroked it on her c**t with my hands cupping her breasts, for few minutes until I came hard. 

Fuck...

I pressed her body, kissed her opened lips, sucked her tongue and bit mine to transfer my blood. My heart was beating strong, but not as faster as used to be, I tried to calm myself while feeding her, held her head low so she could swallow it. I left after cleaned up my mess, put back her panties on, fixed her nightie and blanket. 

I tossed my phone to empty seat next to me and closed my eyes, trying to tame my aroused c**k.

How long should I have to suffer until tasting her true sweet innocence?