Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

* Blind desire*

The twin bed creaked beneath his weight as his body sprawled out on the bed. The alarm blared. He grunted as he tossed over the bed to stop the alarm.

Time: 11:45 am

He groaned. Yesterday was draining no doubt. They got home pretty late and he slept fitfully throughout the night.

Drake sometimes stays at the Jordan's quarters around the wasteland where the stables were located. When he needed some privacy or during his time off, he goes back to his crappy flat downside-the remote area of London.

When he's not working for the Jordans, then he's busy with his mechanic work. Occasionally, he does home service for the big guys in London whom he either met at the club or through the recommendation of Janice.

He got out of bed, yawning and flexing his muscles. His room was reasonably small for a person or two. The labyrinth of cobwebs clouded his room. He sneezed, almost misty-eyed.

The cabin flooring kept squeaking in response as he did a few push-ups with sweats trickling down his face.

He grunted to a stop and heaved a sigh. He went to the tabletop fridge in hopes of grabbing something to fix for a quick late breakfast but slammed it shut in exasperation.

The fridge was literally empty except for the spoilt milk if that counted as something.

He groaned again as his stomach grumbled loudly.

Fuck! He hadn't eaten for the past 22 hours! But who's counting?

At this rate, he can't afford to go to the supermarket to restock.

The only option remains- the Jordans.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

He's not mentally prepared to set his eyes on her after that terrible day.

Granted, his motive was to exert revenge on her father but he had no intention of physically harming her or even killing her. He cringed at the thought of the latter. Nah, that's too extreme.

He's nothing like his brother. The mere thought of him made his gut churn. They had always been the polar opposite of each other-Like white and black. They never got along like brothers. He was the goody-two-shoes while his brother, the brutish mother fucker and a stick in the mud.

He was always in his father's good books, unlike his brother. His mother had always sided with and defended his ruthless brother despite numerous protests from their father. His brother had hated his father because of that and to further enrage him, he relentlessly hounded Drake, teasing him by calling him "Daddy's boy!"

When their father died, he was deeply upset and even more provoked when it was discovered that his father didn't die a natural death and that the Jordans are to be blamed. This took an erratic course in his life and turned him into a different person. Although, as much as he would love to be the cruel brother, he hates to admit that he still has his soft spots.

Nevertheless, he was determined to get down to the matter and clear his father's name against all odds!

He had pleaded to be one to orchestrate their mission instead of his ruthless brother who may probably blow things out of proportion-He's that sort of person that likes to get things done as quickly and brutally as possible, leaving no crumbs left not even to the dogs.

All the more reason he needs to keep things in perspective.

But she's in the way...

Of his thoughts...

And the mission...

His eyes gleamed with desire as flashes of her silk creamy naked body curled up in his arms popped in his head. His breathing deepened as his body tensed in response.

Damn it! She's been messing with his head lately. At first, his plan was just to shag her and mess with her emotions so that he could get to her father. As simple as that. But recently, something has been creeping up inside his chest anytime he sees her. He couldn't quite get the hang of it.

Blind desire?

Sex drive?

Anything to get her slender body pinned beneath his. Anything to hear her soft moans as he rammed inside of her. Anything to claim that plump sensual lips into his passionately. Anything to capture and tease her hardened nipples in his mouth and played his tongue on them as she gasp in pleasure. Anything to plunge his fingers in her core as she shudders with desire.

Anything!

"Shit!" He rasped as his bulge begins to protrude. "Getting blue balls when you're ravished is a terrible combination!"

And what's worse? Having it over some girl that's supposed to be your enemy. But here he is, fantasizing about all the dirty things he could do to her.

He stroked his bulge groaning in the pain and longing to fuck.

He sighed and clambered to his feet with a low grunt as he felt a sudden sharp pain that vanished almost immediately.

"Fuck!" He growled. "First things first, gotta shower" he walked gently to the shower. He took a quick shower and returned to the room with a damp towel draped around his glistened wet hair.

He was trying to sort out what to wear when his phone buzzed. He looked at his phone with suspicion. Then walked over to the bedside table and tapped on his phone screen.

Apparently, there have been over thirty missed calls but from who? He tapped on the phone again to see who it was but the caller is not identified.

He has been too busy yesterday with everything going on to have time to check his phone. He was still contemplating whether to return the calls when the caller started calling again.

He hesitated before he tapped on the receiving bottom. He didn't speak first he wanted to be sure who was calling before he responded.

So he waited. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room

Silence lingered on the other side of the line for a few seconds.

Then a female voice spoke, "Oh my God you're okay! I thought something terrible had happened to you!" Her voice quavered.