Chapter 33

SHERLYN

Roberts was pretty fast. He sent me the address and well, I was on my way. I anticipated seeing Charles but I was anxious too. Everyone claimed he had never missed a workday throughout his years in the hospital. He did that today and that could only mean something was wrong. His apartment was on the third floor but I had no difficulty finding it. I rang the doorbell, expecting him to open.

The door opened. Charles came outside, looking at me in surprise.

"How did you find my house?" He asked. He didn't look good at all. He had bruises on his face like he had been beaten up. I went closer instantly and touched his face.

"Who did this to you? Did you get into a fight?" I asked worriedly. He took my hands off his face slowly.

"I'm fine," He told me. "But you shouldn't be here... It's too late."

"Do I bother you?" I asked, staring at him.

"You should have called. I'm taken in by surprise, that's all," Charles replied. Obviously, he didn't want to hurt my feelings.

"You should invite me inside at least. For a hot cup of tea or something else," I gazed at him lovingly. However, he didn't look pleased. He opened the door reluctantly and I entered. He was cold towards me and I knew something was off right away. He closed the door after me and offered me a seat. I looked around this apartment. It was quite small but enough for one person.

"You should come visit my home next time!" I said excitedly. "The Greenfield mansion is an enormous space. It's very beautiful too."

"Oh, is it?" Charles muttered. He was fixing tea like I told him to.

"Yeah," I replied reluctantly. "It is nothing compared to Nicholas's mansion though. That place is the real gigantic structure. I wonder how much was poured into such a place."

Charles stopped pouring and stared at me for a while. His eyes lingered and I wondered what he was thinking.

"By Nicholas..." He paused, looked downwards and continued. "Do you mean Nicholas, the husband of your stepdaughter, May?"

"Right!" I exclaimed. "He is a billionaire and his mansion reflects it properly."

"Did you go to his place? Why did you go there? What did he tell you?" Charles was asking. His eyes were pleading, searching for answers. He looked sad. I walked towards him and cupped his face in my hands.

"Everything is not fine, is it?" I asked calmly. "Will you tell me what happened to you?"

"Everything's fine!" Charles muttered. However, I knew he was lying. His eyes and lips said different things and at times like this, my instinct was always right.

"How did you get these bruises?" I asked him calmly. "You can tell me that at least, can't you?"

"I was in a brawl," He explained. "I went out gambling while I was drunk. I don't know exactly what happened but I got in a fight with a man who had gangsters with him. They beat me up mercilessly. I was so out of it. I had to ask for a week's leave from the hospital so I can recover."

I stared at his eyes empathetically.

"Does that mean you are hurt in other places?" I asked him quickly. Without waiting for his response, I removed his shirt to check how badly he was hurt. I could see a bruise on his lower back. I swear I will kill those men who did this to my darling Charles.

"Don't worry about me, Sherlyn," He stroked my hair. "A week is more than enough for me to heal and rest. You will allow that, won't you?"

"Of course," I replied instantly. "Don't worry about my husband. Roberts put a trusted doctor in charge for a while. They can deal with it while you rest. You should take more than a week in fact."

"No, I shouldn't do that!" Charles replied firmly.

"You can," I insisted.

"I know you care about me," He looked into my eyes with his affection filled gaze. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as his hand stroked my hair down to my neck. Being in his presence made me feel feminine. Even now, I felt like I was under his protection.

I hugged him tightly, burying my head on his chest.

"Ah!" I heard his mutter. I took my head away instantly.

"Are you okay?" I asked immediately.

"It's fine. There is a small bruise there," He smiled at me. I was really worried about him.

"I'm still angry with you!" I told him firmly. "How could you go off-grid without informing me? You should have told me you were injured. I'm not a seer, how would I know if you didn't tell me?"

"I was embarrassed..." Charles's gaze dropped down. "What kind of a man would want his woman to know that he had just gotten beaten up?"

His woman! Did Charles just call me his woman? I was blushing so hard but I tried to hide it. Now was the time to comfort Charles.

"Listen to me..." I raised his head, taking control now. "I am not the usual woman. I want to be involved in your life. Next time, inform me before I get worried. You know I love you."

"You know I love you more," Charles replied. We gazed affectionately at each other and now, our lips touched eventually. As we kissed, Charles lifted me up and moved to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed, coming towards me like a beast going to devour its prey.

I was dripping already. The thought of being dominated made me so horny.

Charles literally tore the clothes off my body. I laid down bare in his presence and he went down on me, kissing and licking my whole body. He sucked my clitoris, making me shiver. In a moment, I felt him inside me. He slammed harder with every stroke and he made me feel violated.

And the thought of being violated felt so good.