Chapter 10: Set Me On Fire.

"Now, where were you, Griffin?" Raya asked, taking the glass of wine on her left hand.

In front of her was the same woman dressed in black, her long black hair resting in peace.

"Forgive me, my Lady. I got an important task…" answered Griffin.

"Do the magic...tell me. When am I childing?" Raya asked with so much hope, her beautiful face filled with anticipation.

Crawford bowed down before leaving the women to discuss.

Raya was never giving up, on the contrary, she wanted to make Nathan pleased.

At the same time, Nathan was sunken back on the sofa chair, a glass of red wine in his hand, his gaze fixed on the girl sleeping there on the bed.

He was thinking about the things running on her mind...that's why she is always the grumpy one.

He was thinking about her uncle Sam...that bastard needs to learn a lesson he won't ever forget. 

On second thoughts, his mind diverted to the kiss they shared...not only once.

Gulping all of his drink, he stood up to walk up to her and sat beside her.

Carefully yet gently touching her face, brushing his thumb towards her lips, he felt the heat around him.

She was like a sleeping beauty, so very beautiful and calm.

The knock on the door disturbed his admiration when he stood up to walk away.

In his bedroom was standing Crawford when Nathan uttered, "I asked you to find out about Sam Harper...what about that?" 

"Yes, my Lord. I found out about him...he lives with his wife and in-laws." 

"Well, keep an eye on him, Crawford. I might want to pay a short visit to him soon…" were his words.

"My Lord, there is a serious matter I want to discuss with you…" Crawford mumbled politely.

Nathan cocked his head, his eyes a little twinkled when the bodyguard started speaking.

His expressions changed from calm to annoying, a hard-line appeared on his forehead when he retorted back, "Why is she doing this?" 

"It's clear, my Lord. Our Ladyship wants…" Nathan cuts him off blurting, "She is not the Ladyship anymore, Crawford. Ask her not to bother. I am finding another bride for myself…"

Hearing this, Crawford was astonished yet he kept a poker face, giving a certain nod to his master.

"Griffin told me she called her...is this the matter?" asked the Lord.

Genevieve woke up looking around, she remembered what happened to her and she was damn annoyed at the man.

Jumping out of the bed, she hurried out of the room.

On the left side, she saw a room and twisted the doorknob she barged in without even knocking.

Genevieve walked a few steps and just then the floor to ceiling doors creaked open.

She glanced up a tall and handsome familiar unknown stranger stepped in, a white towel slung over his shoulder, water dripping from the ends of his dark brown hair, his exquisite features presenting a noble temperament. His deep hazel eyes moved to focus on her and like sparks shocked her.

That's him! She thought walking forward, unsure which direction to take. 

"It was you who did this to me!" she felt white-hot anger rise in her chest at the injustice and humiliation of it all and her body pulled towards him.

She pounded to him like a bristling cat. 

"You…" she spoke, clawing at his face.

He grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall, putting his weight on her.

She was being imprisoned from both sides, forced to look at his face.

The freshly scented deodorant he was wearing was kinda hot for her to handle at this moment.

"Wow, I knew you were hot but right now I feel like I've underestimated you…" he whispered, his hot breath brushed onto her face.

She had just parted her lips to speak and that's when he attacked her sweet lips with an intimate kiss. 

As the intensity of the kiss grew, her hands urged to touch him and feel him but he didn't allow her.

When he pulled away, he pressed his head against her and looked into her eyes directly. He released her wrists but not her hair, it was still in his grip. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked in hushed tones.

"Why not?" was the question he asked her.

She became silent...not being able to utter the perfect come back, she swallowed her words.

"Tell me, sweetness. Do I make you nervous?" his hands brushed her pale face and heat crept along all over it.

Gazing directly in his hazel eyes, she noticed a hint of authority and power, he was a dangerous being.

He wasn't the kind who gives up easily and now that he got his eyes on this girl…

"Mr Nathan Blackmark, you kidnapped me…" she declared bluntly when he withdrew from her to ask, "Did I?" 

"Yes, you did and…" showing him the anger she stopped speaking when saw the bitterness in his face.

"You made the first move, Ms Harper. Don't make me remind you that again…"

"That was a one-time mistake!" she blurted out insanely when he reacted, "Well, I love to repeat the mistakes."

Before she could say anything, he dropped off the towel from his waist and a loud gasp released from her mouth as she immediately turned around.

"I don't mind you staying here while I get dressed…" were his words.

Genevieve was standing, glued in her place, both of her hands covering her eyes.

A few minutes later when he walked up to her, looking ravishing in his black tuxedo.

"Alright, Ms Harper. You can now open your eyes…" 

Hearing this, she moved her hand from the eye and opened her one eye, the moment she took a look at him, she saw he was dressed.

He pursed his lips in a thin line to speak, "You would not want to make me late in today's meeting, right, Ms Harper?"

Knocking on the door and getting the permission from his master, Crawford stepped in the room with a shopping bag in his hand.

Nathan took the plastic bag from his hand and gestured to him to wait outside.

 "What's this?" asked the naive assistant girl.

"Go and get dressed. We have a meeting in fifteen minutes…" ordered the boss.

She rushed towards the washroom and wore the dress. 

It was a business suit in beige colour and it fitted her perfectly.

"Let your hair open…" he suggested when she walked out of the washroom and she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

Genevieve was getting ready in front of her boss, in his room while he with a poker face was guiding her.

With a hand in his pocket, he turned to walk out with her following him.

While walking out of the mansion, Raya was standing in the upper story, her hands clutched to the railings of the staircase.

"Who is she?" she asked Nancy who politely answered, "Assistant…"

And that's when she remembered she met her once...at the office.

Her name might be…

"Genevieve Harper…" she muttered under her breath.

Nathan and Genevieve were sitting in the SUV van, they were side by side, he was secretly enjoying her when she was unaware of it.

The suit look... kind of gave her a professional and powerful look.

Her mind was racing with so many different thoughts...the man was married and yet he keeps on kissing her every time.

And now if this happens again, she will either slap or insult him.

"What's on this little mind of yours?" there...he broke the silence and she was so ready, to be honest with him.

"You know as a happily married man, you can't just kiss another woman...its…" he cuts her off asking, "Who said I'm happily married?" 

It took a second for her to understand and answer him, "I mean...your wife is so pretty…"

Turning his face to the window, he stared out while uttering, "Not everything just about looks."

Now, she was curious. If not looks then what was he talking about? 

And if he is not happy with his marriage then why is he even...

That's why he is keeping on kissing her? 

"Whatever the reason is...Mr Blackmark. I want you to maintain a distance with me or else…" she became silent when he titled his head, his left eyebrow lifted.

"Or else?" he asked in hushed tones.

She didn't answer when he continued, "Or else I would be pinning you against the wall and lifting your right leg, grasping it with my hand and I kiss you."

"Or else I would be kissing your neck and leaving a mark on it."

"Or else I would whisper dirty things in your ear that you won't be able to resist me which you pretend to…" his voice became alluring for her and she gulped thinking about all the dirty things he could do to her.

"Or else I would set you on fire...Ms Harper…" for the first time Ms Harper seemed more like a threat...sexy when he spoke.