Chapter 6 Harmless danger

CHRISTINE...

My eyes fluttered open under the bright light. With a slight heaviness in my head and uncomfortable pounding, I woke up.

The first thing my eyes greeted with is a huge French window, with satin dark and light golden curtains hanging loosely on both sides.

My eyes travelled up to the decoration of that side. Right after the window, a huge painting is hanging. Though it's artistic, I don't have a slight idea about paintings.

Then I watched more and what I realise is it's a dark interior design.

Even though it's so beautiful, not my first choice would be. And...

Wait a minute...

What is this place? No? Why am I here? Well, how am I here?

The uncomfortable pounding in my head started coming to the surface again as I was thrust back to the memory of this morning.

The strange man of my dream became my reality. Maximo Lombardi. His accusations and unethical claims. The pregnancy record and... And then everything is black before my eyes. Now, this strange bedroom.

What is happening to me?

Suddenly, there is a movement beside me. My whole body froze as fear started creeping me out. Recently, it turned into a crippling disease of mine.

I gulped hard, trying to turn around when a strong arm caught my waist, pulling me closer to the hard chest of whoever he is. I gasped and almost yelled but covered my mouth with my free hand in time.

A flash of memory of being in the same situation trying to push forward in me and I forced it back. Can't let panic surge through me. Not in this situation.

Calm down, Christine. Calm down. I patted my chest, trying to relax myself, as I looked down at myself under the quilt.

In all bad, the good news is, I am still in my clothes, the one I was wearing in the morning and no pain in my lower region. Guess, still intact.

But, still, it didn't convince me about the fact that I am still laying in a strange room with a stranger beside me!

Slowly and carefully, I turned to see the man and was greeted by the same gorgeous face lying beside me.

Maximo Lombardi!

No doubt, this man is gorgeous but I know how dark this man could be when he is angry. Just this morning, he was choking me to death!

But, how am I here? The last thing I remember is being prisoned in his car with his accusations. How the hell I ended up here in this room with him sleeping beside me?

Okay, maybe not the point of thinking at this moment.

First thing first, I have to get out of his arm. But, how? It's almost impossible to wiggle out of his huge arm and tight hold without disturbing his sleep.

And if he is awake with me beside, then... No! I shook my head, stopping the crazy thoughts that trying to consume me.

A helpless sigh left my lips as I couldn't help but focus on his sleeping face again. Undoubtedly, he is more breathtaking from the close proximate with his flawless features.

Now when he is sleeping, I can't believe, this is the same man, trying to hurt me in the car and even in my dream. He looked so peaceful and content.

For some reason, he seemed harmless danger. Don't know what this means but something is there that doesn't match his personality.

There is another thing I didn't notice before.

A little up from his eyebrow to his cheekbone, there is a faded scar. It is deep but faded. I noticed it now when he is closer to me... In a peaceful way.

The presence of the scar didn't ruin his beauty but added a definition to his feature. Made him more intimidating, dark and somewhat sexier.

Am I insane to think like that? I don't know, but the thought just occurred to me.

Don't know why, but it's hard to remove my eyes from that scar. Something is telling that the scar has its own suffering. It's own dark story.

I have never been this much curious about anyone's dark past before I am now. What the fuck is wrong with me!?

Could it be because of the sadistic situation, happening to me?

The answer is, I don't know!

In all my thoughts, I didn't even realise when my hand raise to touch that beautiful scar. My finger stroked it lightly along with a pinch in my heart for no reason. It felt like, I can feel the pain behind it.

"You are awake."

A sudden deep husky tone jerked me out of my zone as my eyes immediately caught the fiery golden orbs staring at me.

My hand immediately came down as my instinct hit back for me to back away from him. I have seen death in those eyes and I am scared of his psychotic demands.

Those eyes are gorgeous, but I know more about them. His charms are not something one should fall for. Because it's a trap as a spider does. Once you are trapped in it, there is no other way to go back.

Even after knowing this, I did make a mistake. I touched him, wake him up. The wounded tiger. Now, it's going to crush me down and he did.

I just don't know, how can I forget the trap he already has set on me? I could not move as his huge arm is already on me.

His grip tightened and he pulled me closer to his face, making me breathless at some point under his intoxicating coffee and smokey scent with his cold and angry eyes.

"Do you remember what happened three years ago?" His deep voice fell in my ear.

How will I make him understand that there is no baby? The pregnancy record he showed me, that's not what he thinks! That's fake and it hurts so deeply, to recall the mess that one thing created in my life.

But, it's not connected with him.

He is making a huge mistake. I never slept with him nor do I have his baby!

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before shaking my head. "Mr Lombardi, you are making a mistake. The girl is not me, I am telling you... Aah!"

And before I realise it, he is on top of me, pinning me under his huge and tough figure.

A minute before I was rooting for this face to be gorgeous in sleep and it was. But, not anymore.

The beast inside him took over and I could see it now. I am also taking back my word when I said that scar is beautiful. No, it's deadly! Now, made him look like the angry God, adamant to punish!

Those eyes dilated with darkness and venom dripping from them. Have always hard that dream could come true. But, never realised that for me, my nightmare would become the sharp knife hanging in my neck.

"So, you don't remember, huh?" His tone has turned into a growl now. Low and deep one.

"I... mmhmm..."

My denial died in my throat when his cold lips forced their way into mine, kissing me harshly, almost Suffocating me and opening the wounds I have suppressed for a long time.