Chapter 22

Adrian....

Seventeen….

Eighteen….

Nineteen….

Twenty.

I stop, breathing hard after completing the last rep of my second set of 20 push ups.

After working and sweating out all of my pant up energy, I'm feeling a lot more relaxed than I was while sitting across my esclave and not being able to feel her soft skin against my finger tips, last night.

She told me a lot more than what I had expected, last night. Does that mean she trusts me? I shouldn't get my hopes up. But the way she cooperated with me, till I brought up the topic of her orgasm and ruined everything, told me that she was trying to get comfortable with me. Though her guard was still high, she wasn't as quiet and as she was back inside that room in the Grandiose Palace.

I push myself up to lean back on my heels then with a final deep breath, I climb up to my feet. I amble to my bed and pick up the hand towel. While wiping the sweat off my face, I make my way to the bathroom. I take a cold shower and quickly get dressed.

I step out of my room with my phone and call up the front desk to place the order for our breakfast. Well, breakfast reminds me, I didn't finish my meal last night. I had been so engaged in making my dark beauty flush over and over again, that I forgot all about my appetite. I guess the mean grumbling of my empty stomach is implying that only.

After taking care of the breakfast, I call Leila's personal cell phone as it's Sunday today. She picks up my call before the third ring.

“Good morning, Mr. Black. How can I assist you today?” She chirps on the phone, pleasantly like she's been waiting for me to call her up and remind her just who she works for.

“Morning, Leila. I apologise for ruining your Sunday but I can't trust anyone with this.” I say to excuse my insane boss demands.

“It's alright, Sir. When you didn't call me yesterday for anything, I knew that you would be calling today.” I can sense her smile on the other end of the line.

“Good. Now, I want you to get these things delivered to this address.”

I quickly dictate out the details then hang up, just as I reach the master bedroom and unlock the door. I find my esclave on the bed. Her sleeping form is tangled around the snow-white blanket that she had wrapped around herself at the supper to cover her nudity.

The thought to lend her some of my clothes had crossed my mind when I had first seen her in the blanket. But I was enjoying the angelic sight of her way too much to become a gentleman and offer her something normal to wear.

This was one of the main reasons why I had sneaked inside her room and hidden in the shadows. I wanted to watch her sleep but when she kept trembling and then sat up, I came to realise that she wasn't sleeping at all.

She was trying to deceive me.

But the knowledge only amused me and enhanced my pleasure as I stood near the curtains, hidden from her view and watched her searching for me. When she took her first step across the threshold, I knew that she was going to go out. I chose that moment to appear behind her back and make her jump and scream.

But my esclave took me by surprise, yet again.

Instead of screaming, she froze on the spot and gripped her blanket.

That instinct reaction is still bothering me.

My esclave has the ability to react in the most unexpected ways in some of the situations.

That's really not good for her.

She's already so fragile. If she won't develop her surviving skills now, she can get herself killed, even in those conditions where she could have saved herself.

She stirs a little in her sleep, forcing me to dismiss all those thoughts and pay attention to her. I shut the door behind me and strolled to the foot of the bed. Standing near the edge, I lean forward and tickle the soles of her feet.

She jerks her feet away and buries her face into the pillow.

“Leave me alone.” She muffles her moans in the pillow.

Oh! So my esclave isn't a morning person. I suppress my chuckles then clear my throat as I stand back. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We are leaving in an hour.”

“Get out.” She snaps at me, unknowingly and snuggles deeper underneath the blanket.

Well, that's very rude of my esclave. I think she doesn't have any idea who she's dealing with and it's about time I show her just who I am.

But before I can get into action, the front doorbell buzzes. I tighten my jaw then take a deep breath to control my annoyance. I hate to be interrupted.

“I want you out of bed in the next 10 minutes, Esclave. I'll be back in a minute and if I find you still lying here, I'll make you have breakfast with me…. Naked.” I say, coldly then look down to see if she's getting out of bed.

To my agitation, I find her still on top of the bed, her head covered with the pillow. She probably didn't even listen to what I said. I turn back to get to her side and wake her up but stop myself, forcefully before I can reach her.

I've given her enough liberties since last night. I don't want her to think of me as Balthazar but I can't let her slip out of my fingers so easily. She's going to leave me one day anyways, so why not take advantage of the moments I have.

I shove my hands inside my pockets and without another word, I leave the room to receive breakfast and the clothes that I had ordered Leila to send here, to my hotel.

I wait for a whole minute after setting up the breakfast for both of us then enter the master bedroom…. Only to find the bed empty. The sound of the water faucet turning on in the bathroom grabs my attention and I sigh in disappointment.

I was hoping to find her in bed. I had such a nice punishment for her. But I guess, it wouldn't have been really a good idea. I can hardly keep myself under control when she's around me. If I forced her to sit through the breakfast with me, naked then I would definitely lose all of my control, knowing that she's vulnerable and helpless…. And easily accessible.

Shaking off my thoughts, I shut the door behind me and stride towards the bed. Just as I take a seat, my phone rings inside my phone. I slide it out and check the screen.

Bert? Why is he calling me? I glance down at my watch. There's still some time before I need to be back at the property. I pick up the phone.

“Hey, Bert.” I speak on the phone then hold it at arm's length.

“Hey, yourself! You fucking bastard.” I listen to him curse me on the phone, screaming at me like I've committed a murder again.

I press the phone back against my ear when he's got it all out on me. “What's the matter, Bert?”

“You couldn't hold your horses for a night, could you?” Bert says, accusingly just as I catch the bathroom door opening. “You had to have her as soon as you bought her!”

“Uh-huh.” I nod my head when I see my esclave hesitate with her hand on the handle of the door. When she starts closing the door again, I hold up my hand then beckon her by curling my index finger. “Bert, I'll be back in the afternoon. You can talk to me then.”

I hang up before he can whine again and switch off my phone. I slide it back in my pocket then lean forward to put my elbows on my knees as I watch my esclave's dark chocolate brown eyes stare at me through the small gap. “Get out of the bathroom and come here.”

“I'm not wearing anything.” She refuses indirectly, her voice tight with nerves.

“I don't care and I don't like to repeat myself. Are you coming out or do you want to help you out of there?” I straighten up my back to give her the hint that I'm serious.

Lets see if my esclave can surprise me with her unusual thinking, again.