Chapter 6- Rez

I feel like I stole the sunshine from the skies, kidnapped the fucking moon, abducted all the stars and locked them up in my mansion. But I'm not sorry. Viola belongs at my side, in my house and on my bed… like she is now, making the morning surreal even without trying, those bright blue orbs lighting up every inch of the space around her. I definitely know I'm going to have a great day. It just started. 

The control unit of my security wing, where I am currently seated is quiet, accessible only to me, and soundproof- the better to do perimeter surveillance with. But right now, what has my attention is the corporate troublemaker I met just two days ago, who would have run off with another man last night, except that I interfered. How dare she? But I took her drunk state into consideration, else, that bravado would have been punished, and it wouldn't have only featured random people bolting at the sound of glock pistols peppering the air with bullets.

Yet, even when I stopped at just that, she hadn't fled like the others… Now, why that particular detail stood out for me, I will never know, but then again, I can't explain this fixation with her either. I do remember that as soon as my men had shot consecutively into the air, she was the first I thought would run- the original plan. 

She didn't.

Instead, her eyes had sparkled with annoyance, confusion and just a little fright, body unwilling to move, too wasted to care as much as she should, legs finally giving out to drop her frame into my arms. Yet something tells me that if she hadn't been knocked out cold, she would have waited to ascertain where the danger was coming from before making a move- away from it. Unlike the others, Viola would have bolted away with grace… the same way she is rising from my bed now, like a fairytale princess. The kind you can destroy entire kingdoms for. 

Me? I got up with an unceremonious migraine and the distinct awareness that I will be neck-deep in meetings and stress from lunch down to dinner time while I would have greatly preferred to watch my little number cruncher all day instead. I slept in one of twenty-five to thirty bedrooms in this villa, only just begining to realize how colourless the whole place used to be before Viola came in, draping everything in invisible glitter, pixie dust, clouds or whatever the fuck she always seems to float on. Now I don't want her gone. 

I've been watching my blue-eyed queen sleep for quite a while now, simultaneously as I worked. I even had to bring my portable computer to the spread of screens in the control room where I camped-in overnight, and while I could barely get enough sleep, up so late attending to business, I had stolen about two hours of shut-eye in between. Now, it's morning. My ebony-haired fascination is stirring, wiping her eyes as she slowly gets to a sitting position. The first thing that catches her eye is the white shirt she is wearing over her bra and panties- the same one that gives me a generous view of her soft, pale thighs.

Instantly, she drops her legs to the marble floor as surprise flits across her vision. Then she pulls the shirt tighter around her like it would abandon her in a blink. The next thing she does is try the door, banging noisily on it. I watch her, amused. And when she heads for the balcony, probably thinking it an alternative escape route, the way she stumbles back as soon as she reaches the balustrade has a small grin tugging my lips. 

Viola is only a storey away from the ground, so I think her surprise stems not from the height of the mansion, but from seeing the sheer size of the property; how futile possible escape would be for her except she is let go. And while I know she has a job and a best friend that is currently worried about her whereabouts, I just can’t come to terms with sending her back to them. It seems like all the light in this building will go if she does, returning me to the darkness... One that I used to be perfectly comfortable with before, but apparently won't be able to stand without her being in the picture anymore. 

I need her. 

I fucking need her. 

For someone whose life has been run by a strict control on outcomes, it is definitely a jarring change to be at the mercy of one woman, but I would rather it be her. I have begun to breathe Vi, heady on the scent of vanilla and musk that mists around her. The same one that had trailed me as I carried her in my arms last night. 

Now? I am acutely aware of how she looks dressed in my shirt, making the plain white clothing look nothing less than runway wear. And with the way those hips are swinging inside, the first two buttons undone, she could have as well turned the outfit to something from Victoria's Secret. Heaven in my bedroom. Fuck. 

As she continues to snoop about the space, searching for something to help her escape her imprisonment, I grab my phone and text her.

Me: Doll, the keys are not in there. They're with me and I definitely like the thought of keeping you here a while longer.  

Her gaze narrows when she sees my message, and then goes across the bedroom, like she is surprised at how I know what she is doing, but beyond that, she realizes...

Viola: You're the creep from last night. 

I shake my head as a small smile tugs the edges of my lips. 

Me: No, I'm your life now. See this as the welcome parade.