Chapter 6: Spring at first sight
Belle’s POV
The rain trickles down gently, it's strokes plastered on my glassy wall while my eyes drown on the cup of coffee in front of me.
The solemn moment inside my room was replaced with flashy thought lingering in my head.
"Shh...I won't hurt"
I heard his voice, Julius. His face would never leave my head.
I let out a soft gasp, shuddering where I sat with my eyes diluted and my naked body hung on a board.
The memories wouldn't heal, not yet not when I keep seeing him.
Furiously, I grabbed the mug of coffee which I smashed to the marble floor, while vibrating and clenching my hand into a fist.
I heard his footsteps and then his warm palms settled on my shoulders. He heard the sound from here and came in to check on me.
"You almost hurt yourself belle!" He scolded as he quickly rushed to clean up the broken pieces.
"You came in late" I complained in a sober tone while heaving a sigh as he moved me away from where I sat.
"I just got the news about the accident" he mutters.
I stood stood adjacent him, glaring.
It only means Julius, he ran me over at the perfect time just to conceal that poster I came across.
I covered my eyes, exhausted and cussing. He trashed the piece in a waste bin close to my door.
The plead of the people who always have to fall victim of this side of me. How do I stop it?
"You always show up late! If you were there earlier, they wouldn't have died, I just killed those doctors" I screeched flipping over the table beside me.
He stepped forward and held my hand, hauling me closer to himself, to keep calm.
My body pressed against his firm body and my head rested on his broad chest. I could feel his heartbeat, his hand stroke my hair.
I tilted my head to meet his steamy gaze and my stomach twitches as we stared at each other intensively.
"Hey, Belle, it's not your fault, you did nothing, we can hide it, just as we always do"
He keeps making me feel better but how long? What if one day I lose it and end up killing him?
His arms were around my waist, those soft gaze of his and how he makes sure I was safe leaves me lusting after him.
A tingle rushes on my skin and cold runs down my spine.
My eyes settled on his lips, every word he was saying now, blurred out.
All I could see now is my body vibrating on the bed, my thighs draped over the strong arms of a man while his dick thrust me.
I let out a silent moan as I was back to reality but just in my room with my dad whose subtle touch awaken a sexual sensation in me.
I felt like touching those lips but I swallowed hard while stuttering away from him. What am I thinking? He is my father.
I shook my head slowly while moving to my bed to sit. My mind needs to be in an order.
Not when I'm mourning those in the hospital. He must have covered it up with stories of the hospital being under attack.
I needed to take my mind from my father.
"About my job, isn't there a way I can get it back_i saw a concert that they'd be hosting"
I proposed running my fingers through my hair and trying so hard to control how nervous I suddenly was around him.
He knows who I was making reference to, however, he didn't want to talk about that again.
He drew closer but I just waiver my hands over his face to stay right there, because I was suddenly becoming horny now.
"Belle, we've talked about this..."
While his speaks, my eyes gaze at the slender column of his neck, his shoulders, how he shrugged them and how stressed he appeared.
Even though he always wears a serious look, he looks stunningly handsome. I can't believe I'm describing him this way.
"Then fix my marriage with Julius brother" I quickly said as I felt I wasn't myself.
I'm not myself with him, it's just something I'd bury in my heart or maybe it's because he is the only one that offers solace to me.
"Julius?" He asked confused as he raised an arc, his lips thinned and he brush his nose mildly.
His voice drew my attention to him and I steepled my shaky fingers.
"The guy, I accidentally got into a fight with" I buttressed with curious look at him.
He dragged a chair and sat opposite me as he took my trembling fingers on his palms.
"I understand if you don't want to get married, I won't force you Belle. But beating up a random person because he looks like someone from your past isn't right"
Our eyes locked, his softer while his breath poured on my face. A gripping sensation reeled inside me as he placed his one palm on my cheek.
"This has to stop"
"It will, just fix me on a blind date with him, my suppose groom" i requested sharply shoving his hand away from my face.
That felt like a difficult situation as he lowered his eyes looking jinxed and anxious.
"Thinking of which, I don't think getting you married is the best thing_"
"It is, I can hide it" I cut in, getting impatient yet mesmerized by his stare.
"W-well, I can tell his brother would definitely tell him about you..."
"You can fix it, it's what you always do, please, just fix me on a date"
Solemn music played as the elegance of this place bewitches patrons to lurk in and give a try to their rich cuisine.
I always find a spot close to a glassy wall, somewhere I can see through and watch people going about their daily lives.
However, this time around, my eyes were fixed on the screen, patiently waiting for the news that might centre the death of the doctors in display.
Unfortunately, there's nothing like that which felt bizzare. Waiting in a classic restaurant for a suppose groom is tiring as it seems I'd be meeting the president himself.
My fingers drum the sleek table, my eyes scroll to and fro. Even the dress on me was slacking because it's not usually outfit.
Father suggested I look all dolled up just to impress him at first sight.
It only poses that men do fall for the body of a woman and not what she has to offer.
I had this skin tight yellow gown which length was on my knees.
The back was revealing a lot and it's sleeveless. I was quite uncomfortable in it.
However, to meet Julius again, I don't mind doing the worst.