Chapter 28

Kia I had not spoken to Vivian since last night, and he had not spoken to me either. We had been completely ignoring each other. I didn’t know why his wife cheated on him, and why she killed herself. But It would be better if I let it go. I didn’t want to know his history. All I want is his life. He had been through a lot, and I couldn't let go of my revenge. I did not care about him; I did not care about his wife, and I did not care about his love story. I had only a few days left in this house. I must use it.

Where the hell was Lucian? He didn’t even contact me once, and I didn’t get my mother’s news. I hoped she would be fine and healthy. I was missing her so much; I was missing her spaghetti and her alluring voice.

“Why don’t you join me for dinner?” His voice interrupted my thoughts.

I was still mad at him. How could he think I had come here to replace his wife? I would never think like that. Yes, I was jealous that he loved his wife so much, but it didn’t imply that I wanted his wife’s place. I kept my eyes through the window and snapped, “I’m not hungry.”

He stepped towards me. I could hear his footsteps. “But I’m hungry.”

I didn’t understand his words, “Then go down. Why have you come here?”

“I’m hungry for you,” these words left his mouth, and I shivered. I could feel the heat rising between us.

“Aren’t you scared I would replace your wife?” I said sarcastically, “After all, I am like other whores, right?”

“I’m sorry that I snapped at you yesterday. You were right. I lost my fucking mind whenever it was about my wife.” His hands rested on my hips and his lips almost touched my earlobe. “I have to learn to be patient. I have to control my emotions.” he kissed behind my ear at the sensitive spot of my body, and I gasped at this delicious sensation.

When he moved further, I quickly stepped out, never wanting his touch. He had insulted me yesterday, calling me a whore and gold-digger. He thought he could have any woman within the snap of a finger. My pride came first even though I wanted to bed him right then and there, but I was too proud to accept him. “I’m tired. I need some rest, Vivian,” I said and walked to my bed.

But before I could reach it Vivian grabbed me by my waist and pressed me against his firm chest, “I had a hard-on all day because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Kia,” he said huskily, and these words directly hit between my legs. It turned me on.

“I have thrown myself at you, haven’t I?” My heartbeat was pulsating under my chest because of excitement. “Leave me, Vivian. I...I don’t want to bed you right now.”

He lifted the hem of my nightgown. “But your body has a different intention,” he whispered sexily and moved his hand down between my legs.

God.

I drew a deep breath to relax my body, but it was difficult for him. He knew how to give pleasure to women. He was touching my sensitive spot. His hand went deeper, tracing my upper thighs and then between my legs. “Say it. You don’t want me” he kissed behind my ear once again, but this time was aggressive. “Say it, Kia. You don’t want me.”

My pulse quickened when his fingers slipped into my panties and traced slow circles around my clit. “Oh God, Vivian.” I gripped the edge of the window to balance my body, breathing hard.

“Say it, Kia.” Dominance vibrated in his voice. This time he put more pressure rubbing me harder. I was on the verge of exploding. I would have fallen if he did not hold me in his arms.

I could feel his erection through his pants. The heat between us was irresistible and pleasant. “Vivian,” I panted.

“Yes, baby, say my name,” his breathing ragged as he was tracing his fingers up and down, back and forth across mine.

“Kia, can you please read me the stories?” Unfortunately, we heard Harley.

Vivian quickly pulled away from me, and I fell to my knees, gasping for breath.

“What happened to her and what are you doing here dad?” she asked her dad. And I was still on my knees, pleased, confused, and anxious at the same. What Vivian had done a while ago completely melted me down. After drawing a deep breath, I turned to her.

“I came here to invite her to dinner.” He ran his fingers through his hair, sounding so calm.

“But I told you I’m not hungry,” I snapped at him, angry at his smirk.

“That’s the problem. You are not hungry.” His eyes roamed the length of my body, and I shivered in response. This time, his eyes scrutinized me differently. I could practically imagine his long fingers between my legs.

Harley looked at me. “Can you please read me the stories? Your voice is more pleasant than dad’s.”

I nodded to her. “Let’s go then.”

I glanced at Vivian. He gave me the sexiest look I had ever seen before.

“Why are you red?” Harley watched my cheeks and ears while laying back on her bed.

Ask your dad.

I breathed in and closed my eyes for a few seconds, a rush of desire filled my body when those memories exploded in my mind, “Shall we start your fairy tale?” I asked, ignoring her question.

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes, of course.”

I read her story. She was listening to me carefully devouring herself into the fairy world. This world was not a fairytale. She would know in the future.

“Princess Lily attacked his kingdom despite knowing that she would not win over the king.”

Harley sat down. Her excitement grew wider. “How could Princess Lily attack the vast kingdom? She had nothing, and she had already fallen in love with King.”

“Princess Lily attacked him with the help of her small animal’s army,” I glanced through the book, “And she had not fallen in love with him.” I had not mentioned a love word in the story. Then how could she ask me that question?

“You’ve told me that Princess Lily kissed the King. Don’t we kiss when we fall in love?”

I smiled at her innocence. “Princess Lily kissed him because she wanted to lure him. She wanted to convince him she cared for him. So that King let his guard down and she killed him.”

She crossed her arms over her chest looking away, “I hate Lily! How could she try to kill the man who had saved her twice? She was a vicious, disgusting, and heartless woman.”

“Because the king had taken away everything from her,” I whispered. “How could she let that man rule over her father’s kingdom? He had snatched her father’s kingdom and was ruling her.”

“But her father also snatched his family!!” she growled, “That was wrong!!”

I caressed her hair lovingly, “But despite all these difficulties, they grew into their own family. In the end, Princess Lily fell in love with the King and made him fall in love with her.”

I glanced down at the book, which was on my lap. This story was strange but sweet. Somewhere, it reminded me of the relationship between me and Vivian. But in the end, this world was not a fairy tale. We had hate but not love. We began our story with hate, and it would end up with hate.

Harley’s smile widened. “I too hope that I’ll find a charming prince who will always protect me.”

“You have your father for...” I shut my mouth when the realization hit me: what was I going to do? I was going to try my luck. It would kill me or kill him. We had no choice.

Finally, Harley had fallen asleep. I crossed Vivian’s room while heading to my room. The door of his room was open. I changed my way to his room. Should I check on him? Perhaps he must have been sleeping and dreaming of his wife. I pushed it open further and looked in.

“Who are you looking for?” I froze when I heard his deep voice from behind.

Embarrassing! Embarrassing! It embarrassed me from head to toe.

Embarrassingly, I turned to him. “I was looking for you, whether you were sleeping peacefully or not?” I didn’t look at him, but I could see the bottle of water in his hand. He must have gone down for water and here I was peeping into his bedroom. Stupid Kia!

He stepped closer to me. “You are concerned about me?” he slightly bent down, “Or do you want...” I bit my lower lip while gazing down. He slid his hand under my chin and lifted it. “Don’t bite your lip and look at me.”

His one-touch was enough to turn me on. I looked into his deep blue eyes, “I’m sleepy..” I breathed in deeply because his gaze was so intimidating and penetrating through my body.

He traced his fingers over my lower lips. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

“You haven’t tasted it yet” shit! I was fucking crazy. He was making me crazy.

The evilest smirk appeared on his face. “Are you joining me on my bed?” He asked me while holding my gaze.

My heartbeat quickened. “For what?” I asked, even though I knew his answer.

He didn’t speak a single word and pushed me into his room. The room was dark except for faint light coming through the window. He towered over me. His dark and tall figure was looking prominent in the night. The heat of excitement grew between us.

“Let’s finish what we have left unfinished,” he said in a deep husky voice and sent a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lips before demanding him something. “I want you to kiss me, Vivian. If you want me, then kiss me.”

He let out a shuddered breath. “I don’t kiss Kia.”

I pushed him back and made my way to the door, “then forget it.”

What was the problem with kissing? He could fuck me. He could touch me. But he could not kiss me.

“Are you testing my patience, Kia?” Anger buzzed in his voice.

“I’m not testing your patience. I am demanding what I want!”

Grabbing my arm, he turned me around. He stared at my lips briefly before returning to my eyes. I used my other hand and slipped it behind his neck, bending him down and pressing my lips against his. He took a shallow breath, fighting with his emotions. He didn’t move from his place and stood still. I kissed him, encouraging him to kiss me back, but he didn’t kiss me.

Finally accepting my defeat, I stepped back but my heart skipped a beat when he grabbed my face and kissed me back. He kissed me back. His kiss was not slow, soft, and comforting, but it was hot, fiery, and demanding. I ran my hand over his body, feeling each line of his tight muscles.

Vivian pushed me against the wall as his mouth ran down my neck, and I whimpered in anticipation. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing my butts. Our breathing and heart rate match each other. His mouth worked over my body, kissing each part of my body.

We pulled apart, looking at each other. I smiled shyly. “You’re delicious. You do not know how crazy you make me, baby,” he said between his breaths.

I grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him closer to me. “Stop teasing me and remove your pants.”

The corner of his lips turned up. “Feisty, aren’t you? I love your fire. How could you order me?” I moaned when he kissed my lips and palmed my breast at the same time. “Now turn around and lift your dress.”

Last time also he took me from behind without looking into my eyes. I didn’t protest it because I wanted him to take me from behind so that I didn’t have to look into his eyes. The eyes were the only part of our body that conveyed so many feelings without saying it showed our truth, and they could generate the emotions within us. And I was here just to lure him so that I could wrap him around my finger. I didn’t want to feel him, I just want to fuck him.

Suddenly, the door banged open, and Harley ran in fear, “Dad!!”

Vivian immediately stepped back and walked toward his daughter worried, “What happened, sweetheart?” He sat down on his knees.

Thank God we didn’t take off our clothes.

She hugged him tightly. “I fear her. She scared me..”

He laid her head on his shoulder, caressing her hair gently. “I’m right here with you. No one will scare you.”

Seeing him like that, my heart softens. There were no words to express how much he loved his daughter. Sometimes I couldn’t believe he had killed my father. How could he kill someone’s father while he was the father of a little girl? No one would understand the love of the father better than him.

Vivian lifted his daughter in his arms and placed her on the bed carefully. Harley didn’t notice me because she was half-sleep. I went next to him and sat down on the edge. She curled up when Vivian laid down next to her and stroked her hair lovingly.

“Who is she scared of?” I whispered so that it did not disturb her.

“Her mother,” he said without looking at me.

Her mother! Ava had told me Isabella left her when she was only two. This was horrible for the two-year-old kid. How awful must it be?

“Why don’t you lay along with us?” He pointed at the empty place next to Harley.

I pushed the strand of my hair behind my ear, confusing. This didn’t seem good, but I wanted to lie beside Harley. I gave him a nod and walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. He didn’t sleep until Harley fell into a deep sleep. I watched both of them with adoration. I did not like him as a dark king, but I liked him as the father of Harley.

“She fell asleep. I should take her to the room,” Vivian said and carried Harley in his arms carefully so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep. I smiled at him. He watched me with surprise. “You’re smiling at me?”

“So? Can’t I smile at you?” I was also shocked by my act.

“You can, but you never smiled at me.”

“Shhh, you will wake her up,” I gestured to Harley, who was sleeping in his arms.

He nodded and took her out. I slumped down on the pillow, feeling tired. My eyelids were heavy because of exhaustion and demanded rest. I closed my eyes, relaxing my body against his bed. I could feel the scent of him through his bedsheets. He had really strong cologne.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and he walked in, taking off his t-shirt, “I’m tired, Vivian,” I mumbled, half asleep.

He sank into the bed. “Come on, I’m not that asshole. Good night, Kia.”

I smiled. “Thank you and good night, Viv.” I used Harley’s name, chuckling.

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