Chapter 5

His brows scrunched up in confusion when he looked at her pale face. She was trying to jump out in just a fraction of a second, but now tears had welled up in her eyes.

“Hey,” he called out and placed a hand on her shoulder but she didn’t even flinch. She just sat frozen.

“Are you okay?” He asked her but got no response from her. Sighing in defeat, he turned around and looked ahead of him. He didn’t want to push her. He knew better than that.

He gripped the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. He pressed on the start and stop button and the engine roared to life. He looked at Ayra once again but said nothing.

He wanted to ask her what happened but he came to the conclusion that she might not be interested in sharing it with him. Specifically him.

Silence engulfed the car as he drove quietly in the rain. The silence was bugging him but he chose to ignore it. He wanted to turn the music player on to reduce the silence but didn’t want to ignore what just happened to Ayra a few minutes ago.

He was just driving. He didn’t know where he was going but was moving his car on the streets. He didn’t know her address yet offered to drop her.

“Where do you live?” He finally asked after minutes of him realizing he didn’t know her address.

“Ayra, where do you live?” He asked again when he got no reply from her side.

“Ayra…” his words trailed off as he turned his head to her side briefly to look at her. He looked upfront and again back at her.

A soft expression wore his eyes when he noticed her eyes closed her head leaned back on her headrest. He breathed out loudly. She was sleeping.

He was confused as to what to do but then he turned the car around and started driving to his house. He couldn’t just leave her here or worse what if something bad happens to her?

After 15 minutes he reached his mansion. He pulled up his car in front of the large bronze gates. The security guard came running out of his booth with an umbrella in his hand and opened the gates. Dimitri drove inside and straight to his garage. He parked his black Audi and killed the engine.

He looked at the sleeping beauty next to him. A small smile played across his lips when he looked at her. He buckled his belt and got out of his car. He walked around to the other side and opened the door. He bent down and unbuckled her seat belt. He slid one of his hands under her knees and the other around her back. He carried her out effortlessly as she barely weighed. He kicked the door of his car closed.

He walked towards the stairs holding her in his arms. He halted his steps midway when she stirred in sleep.

“Shh…” he cooed in her ears and rested her head on his chest in a comfortable position. When he found her comfortable, he walked up into his house.

The garage was connected to his house through the living room. He walked into the living room and he occasionally stole glances at Ayra.

“Dimi… who’s that?” A short and fat old lady who seemed in her mid 50’s came to the living room to ask why Dimitri was late. She was Joanna,  his housekeeper. Dimitri respected her a lot. She was startled when she noticed a young girl in Dimitri’s arms.

“Anna, could you please help me change her? She is soaking wet.” He asked her completely dodging her question.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” She said a second or two later.

He walked up the stairs with Joanna following him right behind. He kicked the door of the guest room open and walked to the bed and slowly placed her on the bed.

He saw her sleeping form and took a step back as he let Joanna move closer to her.

“Clothes?” She asked in confusion. She didn’t know what to change the girl into. She was sure her clothes weren’t going to fit her. She looked up at Dimitri and he just nodded and walked out.

He came back a few seconds later and handed her one of his shorts and a new pair of his boxers. Joanna nodded and asked Dimitri to wait out.

But what Dimitri didn’t know was, she had actually fainted due to hunger and exertion. He patiently waited till Joanna was finished. He shot his eyes at her when she walked out.

“She’s all comfortable,” Joanna said with a smile. Dimitri just nodded.

She walked past him but stopped and asked him the question which was bothering her so much, “who is she?”

“Just someone, special.” He replied with a smile and walked into the guest room to see her sleeping peacefully. His eyes landed on her pendant as he walked closer to her. An ’S’ was inscribed on in.

He bent down and hooked his finger in the chain and drew it down till his fingers met her pendant.

“Interesting,” he said as he eyed her pendent briefly before looking up at her face. His fingers itched to touch her face and that is what he did.

He moved his fingers to her face and began tracing the outline of her face. Her skin felt so good under the rough pad of his fingers. He moved it from her forehead to her cheeks. He caressed her cheeks slowly like she would disappear if he applied pressure.

He slowly moved his fingers to her lips. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. He traced her lips with his fingers. He wanted to devour her lips but stopped himself from doing that. He wanted her wide and awake when he tongue-fucked her.

“Good night, bambolotta,” he said and leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. He turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Her eyes fluttered open and the next thing she did was sneeze.

Sneeze!

Sneeze!

She sniffled and that is when she noticed the change in her surroundings and the softer bed. She jerked up to a sitting position. She looked around and panicked a bit.

The room was white and had minimal decoration. It looked like she was in the house of someone rich. But fear overtook all her other thoughts when she noticed the change in her clothes. She moved the comforter aside and stood up to see herself in a large white shirt. She ran to the mirror and took in her appearance. She was wearing a large shirt that cover her arms and still dragged along. She also noticed the navy blue men’s boxer she was wearing. It just ended at her mid-thighs.

She didn't know what to make out of anything. Was she kidnapped? Was she… was she perhaps abused? Raped? All sorts of negative thoughts rushed into her mind.

Then she noted, she could walk fine and there was no discomfort between her legs. For once she was happy that she didn’t lose her virginity to a stranger.

“I see you’re up,” the familiar manly voice hit her ears and she turned around to see Dimitri leaning on the door frame while eating peanut butter right from the container.