Chapter 33 Birthday Girl
Verena
~Birthday~
I had imagined spending my birthday with Daxton, licking gelato on the streets of Monaco, and watching the sunset dip; however, all he had left me was a note on the vanity table.
“Happy Birthday, princesa. I hate that this happened but I had to leave for Vietnam because of the hotel scandal that I told you about. I would’ve woken you up but you looked so peaceful and sweet whilst you slept. It would be selfish of me to make you come with me despite knowing how tired you were. I would make this up to you somehow. Enjoy your day, Verena”
A faint smile almost stretched my lips but the sharp pain splitting through my skull, sent me wincing instead.
I was relieved that he was fine.
I had woken up an hour ago as panic made a mess of me when I couldn't find him. I didn't even know where I kept my phone because I was disoriented and sore from last night’s sex escapades.
It wasn't until the guard told me he had left in a hurry that I had calmed down and found my phone next to the strawberry cake that he had left for me.
I dipped a finger into the cake’s icing, reaching for my phone to text him when Reesha’s call came in. For a second, confusion swirled around me and if I wasn't wrong, it should be midnight in Dallas.
Did something bad happen?
I swiped through my screen immediately and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hey, Reesha” I licked my finger.
“Hi, Miss Verena”
“Is everything fine over there? Are the bunnies fine and—”
She cut in and the sharp sound of her flipping through her book filled my ear. “Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to ask if you came home last night”
“Home?” I stood up, walking into the bathroom.
“Mmm—” she responded.
“Why? Did something bad happen…” My voice was on the edge, tensed with fear.
“Last night, I went back to your house to pick up the science workbook that I had forgotten. I was about to input the passcode that I have always used but things got weird when I was denied access and was told to contact the system maintenance instead,”
“And that usually happens when someone has inputted the wrong passcode many times. So I wanted to know if you came home drunk because alcohol was spilled at the entrance of your door and there was a broken bottle outside as well”
I stilled, my confusion intensifying. “My home? Reesha, I told you that I would be in Monaco so there is no way that could have been me. Maybe someone tried to break into my home”
“That could be the case”
This made no sense. Why would anyone try to break into my house? I mean, my neighborhood could be horrible with little rascals on scooters terrorizing everyone but no one has ever tried to break into someone’s home—I mean, none that I have ever heard of.
I opened the faucet and splashed water on my face. “It could have been a drunk neighbor who mistook my apartment for theirs. I am sure it is nothing serious—”
I mean, that had to be the case? I had nothing valuable worth stealing…no!
My expensive jewelry, wristwatches, and designer bags were in that house. Plus, the fact that I used an expensive car would make me a target. Oh shit!
“I would contact maintenance. Please stay safe”
“Sure, bye” She disconnected the call.
I had called the security guards of my block to report what had happened but they claimed that nothing suspicious had happened last night. So it had to be a drunk neighbor.
Amidst drying my hair with a towel, I was on my way to the kitchen to stuff the rest of the strawberry cake into the fridge when the doorbell rang and my heart almost leaped into my throat.
I wasn't expecting anyone.
I dropped the cake on the table nearest to me and rushed to get the door but the moment I opened the door, no one was there. Nothing except for—
A huge gift box.
I craned my head to the side but the moment I saw the name on the box, I squeaked in excitement. It was mine. I mean, who would it even be for if it wasn't me?
That was the exact time that the private chef he had hired for me came in alongside the housekeeper. I couldn't contain my excitement as I opened the box, gasping at the lingerie set that he had gotten for me—
The housekeeper who was cleaning chuckled. I didn't even know she was staring.
“I can't wait to try this on…” I crooned, running my fingers through the silk.
I dipped my fingers into the box, removing the box of jewelry that he had gotten for me, and God! My favorite collection of wrist watches.
Where did he even have the time to plan all of this? I didn’t even remember that it was my birthday. I had never cared about my birthday after my parents’ demise and was always making plans for Kian’s own that were still months away, thereby neglecting mine.
It wasn't until Kian came back home every night with a bottle of champagne and pizza—a birthday ritual that lasted years—that I remembered that it was my birthday.
Different emotions crashed over me and tears brimmed in my eyes because I couldn't believe that I had settled for Kian. I couldn't believe that my life once revolved around him and that was the reason I accepted every bare minimum shit that he threw at me.
This was the first time in many years that someone made me feel special.
I fanned my face, throwing my head back to hold the tears that were about to spill from my eyes. I sniffled, dipping my hand into the box and reaching for something but the moment I pulled it out, the emotions inside of me vanished as I shoved it back immediately.
A Vibrator.
And with that knowing smile on the housekeeper’s face, she saw it. She definitely did.
I forced out an awkward laugh as heat rose to my cheeks. “Can you please excuse me?”
She smiled and left the room while I yanked my phone out of my pocket and typed. “Did you give me a vibrator in case I missed you too much? I loved all the gifts, Daxton”
The rest of the day went by faster than I imagined.
Soon, everyone was out, leaving me all alone in this huge house with open glass walls. By the time I turned on my phone, I was greeted with a flood of birthday messages from almost all my co-workers, the woman I met at the party, and Kian’s nightmare—Mikaelson.
And most importantly, Daxton.
I shoved the bowl of chocolate ice cream aside sitting upright as my eyes lit up at his text. “All the gifts? You still have one more left”
I blushed hard, turned in bed as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “What could that be?” I texted back, shoving to my feet as I took a picture of the purple vibrator and sent it to him.
He responded almost immediately. “The final icing on the cake” attached to his text was a picture—gosh.
Daxton knew what to do to make me go feral. I gaped at the picture that he took straight out of the shower. His hair was still damp from the shower and his abs—those fucking abs—that I could get down on my knees floor as water clung to his skin.
My eyes lingered on those abs as heat pooled between my thighs while my eyes lingered on the sharp V-cuts above his waist and my jaw dropped.
Who tied a towel like that?
He knew what he was doing and that was why he sent this Vibrator. I couldn't just get enough of him. Sitting on the chair, I used the vibrator until every toe-curling orgasm made a mess of me and left me breathless.
I was wasted completely.
The dogs barked fiercely in the distance—weird.
I ran my hands through my hair, tossing my head against the chair while struggling to catch my breath. Then I turned my head to the glass wall and I—
Blue eyes glowed faintly in the dark as my heart slammed against my ribcage. I shut my eyes, certain I was seeing things and by the time my eyes opened, no one was there.
Maybe I was hallucinating. Those two orgasms must have messed up my vision because there was no way that was real.
Those were Kian’s eyes. He couldn't be here.
I was hallucinating.
I had to be hallucinating.
I flicked on the outside lights, illuminating the entire place and when I checked, no one was there but that feeling. That nasty feeling remained as fear clawed up my throat.
With shaky hands, I grabbed my phone and called Zita who answered almost immediately. “Where is Kian?”
Zita groaned over the phone. “Why the hell are you calling someone’s fiancé? If you care to know, he is in the shower. I should join him in the shower after all the orgasms he made me experience today. I came six times today, Verena” I could hear her smirk over the phone.
Despite the incessant pounding in my chest, I rolled my eyes. “I don't know why you felt the need to share that detail with me but good for you. Just wanted to confirm if he was there”
“Of course, he would be home. I am his home. But wait, don't you have any shame, does his Uncle know that you are still calling him—” She paused and then yelled. “Baby, I am coming to join you in the shower”
She then huffed a laugh. “Anyways, don't disturb our private time. Have fun with your old man.” She disconnected the call.
I stared at the phone in disbelief and scoffed at the sheer disrespect.
How dare she?
At the same time, relief crashed over me. Zita said Kian was with her and although she wasn't the most reliable person to trust, I believed her.
I must have been seeing things.