Chapter 10: Roses?

Feeling his hands travel south, she flinched and woke up panting hard. Her eyes met his grey eyes, which made her body shiver with fear. The sweat forming on her forehead made him smirk proudly, knowing that he had control over her body, heart, and mind. She not only feared his presence but also feared him in her dreams.

Aaron leaned closer, causing her to push softly against the bed. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, "Please, no Aaron. Please, leave me," she pleaded, but his mind was clouded with lust. His desires made him feel more at ease around her. He inhaled her fragrance, causing her to tightly shut her eyes. "Shhh, babygirl, open your beautiful eyes... let me see the fear in your eyes when you're under me," he whispered, licking her earlobe, causing her to flinch vulnerably. "Ahhh, I hate you!! I hate you with all my life! You are a monster!" she said, breaking into loud sobs. He clenched his jaw at her words. Anger rushed through his veins. Yanking her body onto the soft mattress, he gripped her hair into a fist, causing her to gasp and groan in pain. "Really? Then I would love to show you my beast side," he whispered dangerously yet softly near her lips, making her body tremble with fear. She was half-naked beneath him. Their chests collided with each other, driving him insane with the softness of her body beneath him.

Sarah, exhausted from his tortures, lay back, gasping loudly for air. Her mind was clouded with all the torment she was enduring. Aaron caressed her cheek as she gazed at the ceiling, soft sobs escaping her mouth every now and then.

His eyes softened at her loud heartbeats; he laid his head on her chest, on her naked chest, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. As his fingers trailed to her sides, drawing small circles, he said in a soft tone, "You know, my love, I have waited for this day since the day my eyes landed on you! But I have controlled my beast, my desires, my needs." As he spoke, Sarah gazed at him with pure hatred.

"A person like you can't be loved!" she stammered, afraid of his next step of torture. But to her surprise, he ended up laughing throatily. "Absolutely correct, my love," he said, stealing a kiss from her lips, causing her to clutch the bed sheets. "I love your truthfulness and your sassy answers. Your tongue moves quite well; I want to taste it now and every single day," he whispered, tracing her lips. His words made her feel disgusted. She made faces, to which he chuckled. "Sleep, babygirl," he said, pecking her forehead one last time before leaving her in the mess that he had created for her. She gazed at his back with tears shining in her eyes. Why was this human hell-bent on making things difficult for her? His touches were making her feel things she had never felt before. Somewhere in her heart, she didn't mind his touches, but his tortures were making it hard for her to have him in her good books.

Soon the day arrived with new hopes. Aaron was found getting ready in his black office attire. He gelled up his hair and his sharp trimmed beard was giving him a fascinating look. He placed his expensive watch on his wrist, locking it in place. Meanwhile, the knock on his room door caught his attention.

"Your order has arrived, Boss," says his Personal Assistant, who is also his most trusted bodyguard. He nods and takes the bouquet of red roses, as he loves red roses. A bouquet of red roses for his white princess. "Send Adah to my room now," he commands in his cold voice. His bodyguard says, "right away, boss," and goes to find Adah, who is having breakfast with her mom, Sophie. "Madame boss has been asking you to visit him now," Adah's hand shivers. She looks at her mom, who gives her an assuring nod.

"Alright, you go Steve, I will join him in a few minutes," Adah says, continuing her breakfast. "No, unless and until you come with me, I am not allowed to move from here," he says in his cold and gruff voice. His eyes fixed on Adah. Adah's eyes snap to him. They share an eye contact, and Adah is the first one to look away. They have an intense gaze competition that makes her gulp nervously. She drops the fork and quickly rushes upstairs, with Steve following behind.

As she rushed to her brother's room, Steve grabbed her arm, pulling her aside into a room. She wriggled out of his hold, glaring at him. She tried her best to push him away as he pressed her against the wall, their bodies touching.

"What are you even doing? Steve, move aside!" she says, gritting her teeth. Steve was not only her brother's father but also her lover. His love was just like Aaron's madness - possessive and obsessive!

"Leave? My love is not to be played with. I am still waiting for your answer, sweetheart," he says, cupping her cheeks. Adah flinched at his touch. "I... Am not ready yet, Steve. Stop touching me," she says, stammering. He chuckled at her words. "No worries, madame. I can wait for you as long as you want, but remember, you are mine to touch, mine to love, mine to cherish," he whispered softly in her ear.

Meanwhile, they heard Aaron's steps approaching the same room. Her eyes widened as she pushed Steve away, who gave her a wink and jumped out of the window. She nervously gulped and straightened her clothes, fixing her hair. Smiling, she unlocked the door.

Aaron looked up at his sister. Adah's eyes widened as she saw Steve, who was standing behind Aaron with his hands bound. Wasn't he just jumped from the 2nd floor? How did he come back here in a fraction of two seconds? "Adah, place these flowers in your best friend's room and make sure she has her meals on time," he commanded, making her nod. She looked at him and gave a small nod. "Alright, brother," she said, and walked to Sarah's room. Sarah was wide awake but still in a daze.

Her mind couldn't process much. She could still feel his touches around her body, making her shiver. As the doorknob twisted, her heart rate accelerated. She gulped nervously, but when she saw Adah with a bouquet of flowers, she sighed in relief.

"Here," Adah said, placing the flowers on the bed. Sarah gazed at the red roses, shivering at the thought of his next torture.