Chapter 7: The Devil had a Heart

Alessandro was kind enough to have his driver drive her to the hospital with another car tagging along. She was grateful to visit her mother again. She's also happy that he fulfills her promise.

"I have a business trip out of town. Make sure to eat a lot. Take a bath first before playing your cello." He said. She nodded.

He kissed her forehead hard for long and one of her bodyguards opened the door for her. She put her shades on and walked on the entrance of the hospital.

She glanced at the car before entering. She didn't even tell him to have a safe trip but the car already left. As soon as she's on the elevator, she feels her heart has been beating like a bass drum. She closed her eyes and remembered how he said those sweet words. She can still feel his warm lips on her forehead like it never left her forehead.

She was still confused and dazed when she got into her mother's room. She's resting. So, she takes care of everything around. She received a message from him.

Lover: Darling, you are prohibited to go out of the hospital without the body guards. Stay at home for a while and get bored. I'll be home in three days.

She can't help but to smile though he's treating her like a prison. In a luxury jail.

Alessandro creased his brows. His blood was running up to his head. He could kill someone right now. Mostly that bastard Jeremy Cha.

"Is this correct? Jeremy Cha almost raped her mother in front of her when she declined the marriage offer?" Alessandro asked Warren.

Warren sighed and nodded.

"That's what I gathered, sir. The former assistant told me everything." He lifted the drive and extended it to him.

Alessandro listened to the man's voice. He clenched his fist listening to every word. They didn't just plan to have the wife. But they also moved to the daughter. They wanted her since she's young and beautiful.

At that time, her mother ran off with her to protect her. They live in shabby places and work hard to eat and survive.

"We need other things to do. I will not go home until I have every evidence and until I have the Golden Age."

All she did was to roam around the villa, visit her mom two times a week, and play the cello all day. He said that it's just three days but three days turns to four until fourteen days.

She shouldn't miss him but she missed his touch, his kiss, his dominance and his care. She had also thought, she missed his sexy body. He's a whole package more than her ex-boyfriend. Probably her boyfriend is screwing lots of women since she has declined him a lot of times. She doesn't care at all but still she has to break up with him officially.

She never felt that kind of care from Oliver like Alessandro gave to her. He was all about touching her breasts and other stuff and she kept pushing him. He has a career and a family business. But not that grand like Alessandro. She cared no less about it, he rarely cared even about her mother. She has to work hard for it.

She sighed again for like the fifth time while staring at the tree. No text messages from him though. She didn't dare text him because he might be busy or dealing with other women. She shouldn't care because she's just a kept woman after all.

She went to study, play the cello and finally got tired, went to their room, put on a pair of PJs. His PJs. He rarely used it because he preferred sleeping naked. Since her clothes feel so cold to her skin, see through, silk and thin.

She will finally sleep but the room felt so cold without him. It's just been a few days since they are living together, all hot sex and his warm embrace, it felt like she's already used to it. She's comfortable with it all of the sudden and she wasn't that really shy.

She had fallen asleep and, in her sleep, she dreamed of him coming back from hard work, kissing her forehead and stripped his clothes. It felt so sudden when she helped him strip his clothes and she indeed felt hot between her legs. She suddenly gasped when it became all so real. Her eyelashes flutter, sensing his smell and touch.

"You are wet baby. Have you been dreaming of me?" she moaned when he pushed her panties away and rubbed her little button.

"Sorry that it takes so long. I've been a monk for half a month."

"Where's my pants?" she didn't feel it being pulled out.

"You got lots of covers, my dear." He smelled fresh, but she felt a stubble of hair from his jaw and chin. He was already naked. He ripped her panties.

"Hey!" she was fully awake. Her stomach a little down is getting hot as he keeps rubbing. He unbuttoned her top and he moaned seeing her delicate perky globes. "W-What took you so long?" she suddenly asked while his tongue and mouth were wandering on her chests. The sensation that she's receiving was way too much than she expected in her dreams. Why would she get wet dreams about him?

He grabbed her wrists and pinned it above her head.

Hot scenarios happened with cries and moans from both parties.

"I miss your moans… and loud sexy cries." He uttered in her ear followed by growling. "You are so tight… I love it."

She never expected to herself that this meaningless sex became passionate. His kiss, his touch and his work are all so worth it. She became a slut of her own. But at that moment. She didn't care at all. She didn't care that she's a whore that was sold to the tycoon.

After her release, she was breathless as always but what she didn't expect is that he would withdraw and not finish it inside her. Did he finally decide that he won't impregnate her?

After he's done cleaning, he removes her clothes, pulling the sheets and shoves his face between her chest and relaxes.

Somehow, she was disappointed. But maybe it's for her own good. He even cleaned up his mess on her stomach.

"Let's sleep." He reached her fingers. He suddenly sat up and turned on the lampshade that made her blink until she adjusted on the light. It has bandages. "Fuck." He suddenly looked angry or irritated. "You can play the cello but do not over do it!" he scowled, making her heart jump. He took the other one and examined it.

"I'm fine." She was so confused on why he would act like that. He kissed it all and looked at her. The new expression she never saw. Like his heart has been torn into pieces.

"I'll only give you an hour to play the cello starting tomorrow."

"You are hurting yourself." He turned off the lights and lay down. She was comfortable with him between her chest.

"Why would you care so much?"

"Sleep." He demanded. She turned back from him and hugged the other pillow.

She will probably sleep with a heart ache. She didn't want to be a kept woman for long. But how can she restrain him? The evil tycoon wasn't evil at all.