Chapter 44 CHAPTER 044
Soren's eyes opens slowly and he blinks softly at the familiar ceiling of his bedroom, with no attempts of moving a muscle and for a moment, everything feels like they've gone still and only Soren exists with the soft bed beneath him, the quiet room, the faint smell of clean sheets while his body feels heavy, but not in pain, just… tired but then it hits him.
In an instant, the world starts to move again and Soren jerks up straight on the bed. “Fuck,” he exclaims, eyes widen and lips wide open in shock as memory comes back in pieces.
Reign gave him a handjob. Soren kissed him. Fuck.
Soren drags a hand over his face, groaning as he falls back to the bed, burying his face into the pillow.
“What the fuck, Soren!” He clamors in pure disbelief, especially when his mind replays the kiss; his lips pressed against Reign’s. The way he didn’t think, didn’t stop, didn’t care, like his body just moved on its own and dragged him along with it.
Soren squeezes his eyes shut.“Shit.” he curses, hitting the pillow as he feels his face heat up instantly, embarrassment crawling up his neck. Why did he do that? It was already bad that Soren let the man relieve him, why the fuck did Soren have to kiss him? What happened to his fucking self control?
It was a simple drug. How did Soren let himself turn into a whining, begging, whimpering mess? Cumming with Reign's hand wrapped around his dick? Oh the fucking horror.
What would have happened if Reign hadn't stopped Soren's desperate attempt? What should have happened if Reign hadn't pulled away. They would have had sex. Holy fuck!
Soren wants the grounds to open up and swallow whole.
With a jerk, Soren sits up again, pushing the blanket off his body but then his expression hardens slightly as he recalls the bastards that drugged him.
Soren’s jaw clenches. “They’re dead,” he mutters quietly, swinging his legs off the bed. “I swear, I’m going to find them.”
He stands up and heads straight to the bathroom. He needs a cool shower to take his mind off everything, even if it lasts for only a few minutes.
Almost an hour later, Soren walks out the bathroom and quickly gets dressed in a sweatpants and shirt but at that exact moment, a knock comes from the beat. Soren's heart skips a beat but the door opens to reveal a maid.
He almost sighs in relief. He doesn't think he can ever look Reign in the face ever again. Luckily, the man leaves for work early, Soren won't see him for the whole day but then the maid speaks.
“Mr. Montgomery awaits you to have breakfast,”
Soren freezes and his stomach twists slightly, but he masks it quickly. “…Okay.” he forces the word, swallowing the clot that formed in his throat.
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Soren walks into the dining room a few minutes later but pauses when his gaze lands on Reign sitting there like nothing happened, like last night didn’t exist, like Soren didn’t embarrass himself.
For someone who rarely has breakfast, why does he have to make Soren's life difficult by doing this today of all days.
Soren swallows one more time and drags his feet over to an empty chair far away from the enigma.
“Goo morning,” he mumbles, staring at the table instead of the man and Soren only receives a hum in response, followed by an order.
“Eat.”
Soren glances up briefly, finding Reign’s already looking away, cutting into his food like this is just another normal morning. Soren stares at him for a second. Soren wishes he can also pretend that nothing happened but he's not that much of an actor or Reign is that damn good at being blank about everything.
Soren looks away and stares down at his plate of food. Slowly, he picks up his fork and starts eating, keeping his head down and just like that, the silence stretches uncomfortably for Soren who can barely swallow his food without feeling he's like he's about to choke on his own breath.
Eventually, Soren clears his throat lightly. “About last night—”
“Finish your food,” Reign cuts in calmly.
Soren swallows and decides to shut up. It's better they don't talk about it, save Soren from further embarrassment but his grip tightens slightly on the fork. “…Okay.”
One piece at a time, we eat in silence and a few minutes later, Reign places his cutlery down.
“Get dressed,” he orders.
Soren sharply looks up. “I am dressed.”
Reign’s gaze flicks over him once. “Properly. We're going somewhere,”
Soren frowns. “Where are we going?”
Reign stands up. “You’ll see.”
And just like that, he gets up and walks out while Soren stares after him with a slight pout.
“…You’re so annoying,” he mutters under his breath but he still stands up and goes to get dressed. Even after weeks of living together, Soren has given up trying to read the man. Soren has decided to live with the fact that he's engaged to a living stone; cold and blank as a sheet.
How annoying.
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Soren sits beside Reign in the moving car, pressed against the window and staring at the passing building. The drive is long.
Too long. Soren can't help it as he glances at Reign once or twice, but the man says nothing, he just sits there like usual, dressed in black, with a large coat and black gloves, leg crossed over the other as if he owns the world at the palm of his hand and all the time in the world.
Soren exhales. He hates how calm the man is in everything.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” he finally asks after what feels like eternity of silence
“Patience, Fox,” comes the blank response.
Soren rolls his eyes and leans back. He goes back to staring at the passing building and another thirty minutes pass before the car finally stops.
Curiously, Soren looks outside to find a warehouse, guarded by guards who immediately opens the car door and Soren slips out, immediately following after Reign like some lost dog.
The guards open the door and they enter and instantly, Soren is met with the coldness of the space.
The room is empty and quiet that their footsteps echo against the tilts but then he sees them; three men, tied to chairs, badly beaten with blood on their faces, their clothes, dripping down to the floor. They look barely conscious.
Soren’s brows furrow as he recognizes them from the charity party. He sharply whips his head to look at Reign. “…They…?”
“Do you recognize them?” Reign inquires.
Soren nods and just then, one of the men groans weakly, lifting his head just enough to look at them and instantly, fear flashes across his face.
“P-please—”
Soren looks at Reign again. “Why?”
“They were the ones who drugged you,” comes Reign's reply and Soren's jaw locks in anger immediately while his hands clenches into fists at his side as he looks back at the men.
“P-please—” the bastard pleads but it only seems to fuel Soren's anger as he recalls the embarrassment and how he lost control.
“I'll give you a chance to decide what should be done to them,” Reign says.
Soren lets out a shaky breath and he releases his fists. These men barely look alive. Everything has been done to them, already. “They've already gotten what they deserve,” he says.
Reign looks at him. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” Soren nods as he looks at Reign who gives him a look. There's a slight pause and then the sound of gunshots fills the room.
Soren flinches and his eyes widen as all three men are slumped in their chairs, dead from the bullets of Reign's gun.
“…I said keep them alive.” Soren clamors, slightly shocked at how easily the Enigma can take lives. Soren still can't get used to it.
Reign lowers his gun and looks at him with a murderous look. Swiftly, he grabs Soren's arm and pulls him close before his gloved hand hooks under his chin, lifting his face slightly. Soren's breath catches in his throat while Reign’s eyes pierces cold and unreadable.
“Listen carefully, darling.” he starts and Soren swallows, heart beating hard against his rib while his breath comes out slightly uneven..
“Anyone who touches what belongs to me…pays for it.” Reign proceeds to say, voice low and deep and his grip slightly tightens on Soren's chin. “Death is the only mercy I can provide.”
Soren can't move and suddenly, can’t find his voice as he only stares at the man, with his insides feeling like they are about to explode while his throat feels dry yet, all sensation drives south.
Soren is so fucked.