Chapter 4 - Cold Devil

He was in fact aroused and he didn't know if he could get her off the hook. She gently pushed her hand to his chest and turned back from him.

She's playing hard to get and acts like a virgin where in fact they had sex last night and she enjoys it a little. When she felt his big warm hands on her stomach, and his warm lips on her naked shoulder, she felt it through her whole body, the electricity running through her veins. Her globes hardened and she felt the heat between her hips. He kept sucking her skin, pushed away her hair from her neck, inserted his big hands to her thin night dress and did what his big hands could do.

She actually moaned, just on his touch and kiss and that's when he started stimulating her nipples, capturing her mouth. Like it was an endless kiss. She was suddenly drunk of desire but she didn't know who slept first from their kissing.

She woke up late. If she didn't hear the maid coming in she wouldn't get awake. They are preparing something for her clothing and then her food is served. She went to the bathroom to wash up and settle it on the balcony.

She was like the Queen of the villa just like he said because they serve her everything and it bores her a little without doing anything. It bores her to death.

The sedan was tinted in black and like no one can see her from the outside. It was a long drive but she didn't complain just to see her mother. She received a call from the Lover that she didn't know the name.

"Hello?"

"You can spend your time with your mother but I am only giving you three hours. Spend the rest of your time shopping."

"I would rather spend my time with my mother the whole day."

"Then spend two hours of time shopping or else I'll drag you to the mall." He will surely do it.

But why would he bother to make her go shopping and waste some money. She had tasted how to waste money when she was a teenager. Those are times when they are rich. Yet she never missed it.

Her mother looked better than before. She was transferred to an exclusive hospital and in the VIP room. They had found a donor and the doctor said that the surgery is also settled. She was relieved, yet she had to take some time to be with the man. The woman smiled at her dearly.

"Did he push you on something that you don't want?" She was surprised that her mother would ask such things. But she smiled, he actually pushed her to be a good mistress and spend a lot of his money.

"He's not that bad." But he did force her a little on sex—yet crazy that her body wants it.

"He's a good man. He'll take care of you. I haven't taken care of you for a long time and I should be the one helping you on bills—" her mom is composed but she knows all of her emotions.

"Mom, I can do it."

"He'll help you on what is for you." She didn't quite understand what her mother meant.

Her mother needs to rest so she has to go shopping like a good mistress does and spend a lot of his money on clothes, jewelry, shoes and other stuff. She was bored and her shoes were biting her feet.

So, she bought a comfortable one that wouldn't bite her feet and that's all she bought. But a woman came, said to be Mr. De Alegre's assistant. Moira. Like two or three years older than her and said to buy more clothes.

Her shoulders suddenly slump and she lets the woman choose different kinds of expensive clothes. There are sleeping clothes, sexy, and the underwear are even sluttier. She just lets her do almost all of the stuff and what catches her eyes most is on the other shop.

A music store and the cello caught her eyes. It wasn't as beautiful as the one she had but it's enough to be played and practiced. She hasn't touched a cello for years and her hands are itching for it.

She's never been tired of her life. She still has dinner with him. She thought that he wouldn't bring his mistress to public places but he did. They are at a private table and she watched him slice the steak gracefully and place it in front of her. She looked at his face. So handsome and lots of women probably fell in love with him and wanted him to accompany them in bed. But why was she stuck to him?

"Menstrual syndrome?" she was startled about his sudden question. "Do you have medicine for it?" She shook her head like a shy little girl but she wasn't that shy. "You look pale. Did Moira tire you or something? Didn't you like the dresses?"

"Uhm, I don't need it all. I have my own clothes if I could get it from my friend's house."

"You don't need those."

"I am comfortable in those clothes."

"Okay, I'll handle it." He said dotingly without showing too much expression.

"But—" he sipped on his wine.

"Let's eat."

She looked pale. Maybe because of her bleeding. So, he asked for foods that are good for menstrual. Still, she looked drowsy and helpless. He took her home using his chopper so they would have a good rest. He went to his study to have a quick review of his report and call his secretary about her things from her friend's house.

He even pulled out the rectangular box that contained a gift for her. And the most beautiful gift that he was about to give on her 18th birthday was sitting in the middle of his study room covered with a red velvet fabric. Although he gave her a very memorable gift, he still searched around the other country to give her something as a post-gift.

What else would he ask for at this moment? Memories? If she remembered it all, would things be easier for both of them? Or would she still run off like she's trying to do?