Chapter 5. Uncontrollable passion

"Her mother was currently admitted to a hospital with severe respiratory distress. Madeleine Nevia was her only daughter. Her husband died due to bone marrow cancer four years ago."

Her heart stopped beating for a second before she quickly composed herself, but it turned into an overflowing confusion that rolled down her soul.

She kept inquiring herself how did Mr. Harrington know about her mother? Is he stalking her?

This means Mr. Harrington offered her a cheque because he knew of her mother's illness. 

While she was in the middle of contemplation, the door suddenly burst open, revealing Mr. Harrington holding two pieces of paper bags.

She immediately composed herself and straightened herself as if everything was under control. Internally, she was dying to know the truth; how did he manage to know her personal life?

There must be a reason behind that.

"What?" he asked her worriedly. "You look so glum."

"Oh, nothing. Just a bit lost in thought," she said while giving him a warm smile.

"Is there a problem? You can tell me." 

"No, I'm great," she lied, but she was eager to ask him.

Mr. Harrington nodded, seemingly convinced by this, but his eyes told otherwise until he continued driving on their way.

She knew it. There might have been an ulterior motive behind this kind gesture. But what? She wasn't certain why he would do this even though they barely knew each other. He must have a reason.

Nevertheless, Madeleine set aside her grievances and chose to deplete her time by thinking appropriate way to discuss the matter with this man. Maybe later.

ONE hour went out before they finally arrived at Mr. Harrington's house. The house was enormous, and the entire surrounding area was also lovely as well as luxurious. They parked in front of the gate before walking up the driveway towards the entrance door.

"Feel free to explore around since you're my assistant; you have to memorize all of the details about this place, understood?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Harrington said as he put his hands into his pocket.

Feeling amazed at the view, Madeleine turned her head around, taking in all the scenery, especially the greenery and fantastic decorations. She realized it was similar to the house she dreamed of. 

Soon as they strode inside, Mr. Harrington led her to the terrace, scanning every corner of the vicinity. The place was palliative, with the air filled with fresh grass and flowers. Madeleine found herself walking around aimlessly, marveling at everything. She saw a giant statue of a bird, which made her wonder how something beautiful could be displayed in such an elegant way.

However, she has to wake herself from presuming that this could last forever, that her life is a fairytale. Mr. Harrington is a mysterious man to her now; what if this man offered her a cheque because he wanted her to do him a favor? A favor that is impossible for her to agree to 'cause it's beyond her control. Or maybe he has planned against her. She sighed, thinking about it until she got the bravery to express what she'd been feeling the whole ride earlier.

"Mr. Harrington..."

He pivoted around only to see her face.

"Yes?" he asked worriedly. "Do you need anything else before we can start?"

"Nah, not really. I've been meaning to tell you about something important for a while now," she confessed, fidgeting nervously. 

"Sure thing."

A deep sigh fled her lips before she could finally voice out her sentiments. "I lied to you, Sir."

Mr. Harrington's brows creased upon hearing those words, signifying he was baffled. "What do you mean by that?"

"I don't have anything. I don't have a car. I don't have expensive clothes. I don't have a business history with my dad... I lied at the interview," she confessed with a dejected tone, looking down at her feet before looking at him again.

Silence followed after her confession. Mr. Harrington had an expressionless face, making it difficult to decipher his sentiments since he was always excellent at keeping his emotions to himself; however, he wasn't surprised at all. He already knew her true status because the moment they had a conversation, that was the time he became interested in her. The feeling was beyond words because he could 't stop thinking about her the whole time he'd spent with her from the start. And to soothe curiosity about Madeleine, he assigned one of his employees to collect more information about her.

Madeleine was about to walk away, but she stopped when Mr. Harrington approached her. His long legs allowed him to reach her in mere seconds. Before she knew it, he grabbed her hand enough to turn her around, and soon as their eyes met, the world stopped moving, and the fervor between their gazes started forming. "I'll take you as you are."

She felt like the ground beneath her began to quaver violently, with a blush formed on her cheeks. It felt surreal. 

Gradually, their lips met in a soft kiss, and when their lips parted, the atmosphere became more romantic. He took hold of her waist tightly and pulled her closer until she could feel his warmth from head to toe, and she never wanted it to end. The kiss became aggressive until they took off their clothes. Mr. Harrington slowly broke the kiss to unbutton her blouse before pulling the shirt over her head, exposing her. The sight of her bare skin made his eyes glow brightly, while hers were fixated on his handsome face. His eyes never left hers, and soon, the kiss resumed. After minutes of their spicy thirst, Mr. Harrington carried her inside the house. He placed her gently on the couch, continuing their passionate make-out session until they felt themselves becoming overwhelmed by emotions.

Aggressively, he spread her legs apart and removed her pants with one swift move while kissing her deeply. Madeleine wrapped her arms around him in return. She held him close and let him in. Their intense moans filled the room, and soon both of them exploded in ecstasy with the sound of heavy panting filling the air. 

She couldn't comprehend why she gave herself to him so willingly. Her body froze on instinct. His actions were too sudden, provocative, and unexpected, but she couldn't bring herself to rue it any longer; she just hated to admit it but enjoyed it. 

After a fleeting moment of regaining herself, Mr. Harrington cupped her face, and the next thing he conveyed made her goosebumps.