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“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He asked when he broke the kiss.

“What?” I was suddenly angry, not at him, but at myself. How couldn’t I have had a little bit of control over myself to push him off. For the sake of my relationship with Charlie at least.

“Is this why you don’t have female staffs around? Cause you can’t get a hold of yourself? Simply because I was too shocked and allowed that kiss doesn’t mean I wanted it.” I decided it was best to make him feel guilty. He was wrong for assuming that I wanted his kiss, even if he was right, he shouldn’t have done it.

“What do you mean?” His face was frowned in bewilderment.

“I shouldn’t have come here with you in the first place,” I turned towards the exist we had come from, walking away as quickly as I could. He was behind me, calling to me to stop, but I was too embarrassed, I couldn’t stand looking him in the eyes in anymore.

“Eve are you alright?” Jacob asked, walking towards the mirage wall I had just stepped out of.

I pushed him aside, breaking into a small run, the guards were ready to spring on me, but Antonio showed up on time, stopping them. I ascended the steps in a speed I didn’t know I had and was in my room before he could get to the corridor. This time, I didn’t forget to use the bolt.

“Eve open the door,” he called from outside.

“No, Antonio. Stay away from me,” I shouted, with my back wedged against the door.

“I thought you wanted it,” he said.

“Why would you even think that?”

“Because you actually kissed me back,”

There was heat raising in my cheeks. He was right, I had kissed him back.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can you just leave?”

“That’s what you want?” He asked.

“Yes. That’s what I want,” I answered.

“Okay. I’m gonna go. Call Jacob if you need something.”

I listened as his footsteps disappeared down the hall. The door to his room opened and was shut in a loud bang.

What just happened?

***

The day turned out terribly slow. I was stuck in the room with no bravery to step out. I read the magazine that was always on the couch, took a cold shower, spent so much time before the mirror making up my face, but even that did not take my mind off the event that took place earlier in the morning.

At some point I might have drifted into sleep, as I was awoken by the sound of a knock on my door. I jumped out of my sheets, hurrying to the door. Was he back again? Maybe I should just open up for him so we could talk about what happened.

“Who’s that?” I called softly.

“Jacob.” The reply came.

I sighed in disappointment, turning the locks.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Do I look sick?”

“You look troubled, maybe worried and bored as well.”

“You’re guessing,” I turned away from the door, returning to my bed.

“Yes I am. I do not read minds.” He stepped in from the door, walking to the couch.

“What do you want?”

“You left the garden in a devil speed earlier on and nearly knocked me down. I was wondering what might have happened.” He sat straight on the seat, placing both his hands on his thighs. His fingers were neatly trimmed.

“You should ask your boss,”

“Talking about the boss, he said to make sure you’re okay. So, do you mind telling me what’s wrong, cause you do not look okay,”

“You don’t give up, do you?” I asked him.

“It’s one of the qualities I love about myself too,” he grinned, tapping his fingers on his thighs.

“I didn’t say anything about liking your pestering behaviour,”

“Pestering? That’s a strong word, but If you look at it from the positive side, I am a darling for giving a fuck about your personal issues. So speak.” He said curtly.

“And if I don’t want to?” I sat up, dragging the fluffy sheet over my legs.

“I would take my leave, tell the boss you’re alright, and you would remain stuck here with whatever is eating you up,”

I hesitated, thinking about what choices I had. Could I even trust him with something like this? Would it change anything if I told him?

“Can i trust you?” I eyed him.

“With your secrets that are harmless to my boss, yes.”

I scoffed, feeling irritated at the over loyalty that came from his respond. Why did he even think I would share a secret that would hurt Antonio with him?

“We had an argument, and I refused to open the door to him.” I summarized.

“You might have to be more explicit about what this argument was about,” he crossed his hands over his chest.

“He kissed me,” my gaze was fixated on his face, watching for even the slightest reaction.

But I was dealing with a pro, he did not as much as flinch to my response. His face remained calm. Was he not surprised? Perhaps it was no new thing for his boss to kiss ladies recklessly.

“And you didn’t like that he did that?” Jacob asked.

“What? Yes, I mean, no. Does it even matter if I liked it or Not? It was wrong that he invaded my lips the way he did.”

“Okay. So let me get this, you liked the kiss, but you didn’t like he did it?”

“Jacob, I have a boyfriend.” I blurted.

Now they was a reaction. His brows knitted together as he shifted to the edge of the seat.

“First off, the boss must never find out that you still have a connection to that man. You would be doing him no good if you keep seeing him. The boss is a very jealous man, he doesn’t share his own.”

“I’m not his own! We not in a relationship, I only came here to work,” I looked at him with eyes that pleaded for understanding.

“Eve,” he called and paused for a while.

“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed or have intentionally refused to notice that the boss has some affection for you, and it goes beyond being just his dancer. The earlier you accept this, the easier your staying here would become.” He stood up from the couch.

“Lunch would be brought to your room.” He added.

“Can i step out for a while?” I requested.

“You not under house arrest, you can explore every part of this castle.”

“No, I meant outside the castle. I need to see a friend. Debbie.”

“No.” He dropped, turning towards the door.

“Hey wait,” I jumped out of the bed. “Please, I need to see her,” I gave him my most convincing look.

“After lunch, I would be waiting for you downstairs and you have just thirty minutes with this Debbie person.”

“That’s fair enough. Thanks Jay,”

“Hmm. Nice,” there was a shift in the shape of his lips when he walked out. I could tell he was stopping a smile.

I needed to see Debbie so I could drop a message for Charlie. It was going to be hard meeting with him directly and I could tell he was becoming worried about not hearing from me. I couldn’t afford to let him think that I was no more following the plan.

As promised, Jacob was standing beside the black cruiser jeep when I came downstairs.

“Is the boss aware?”

“I wouldn’t take you out of this castle without his permission,” he answered.

“Oh, so his aware.” I drew my seat belt, crossing it over my chest.

I had called Debbie, and she was to wait for us at my apartment. So we drove directly to the slump area that use to be my home. At the first horn, she was outside.

“Evelyn!” She called in excitement.

I stepped out of the car hugging her tightly.

“What is this thing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” She asked.

I was aware of Jacob’s watching eye. He was seated at the driver’s seat, looking out at us. I dragged Debbie behind the car, seeking privacy for what I was about to tell her.

“What? Is that the cute driver that brought you to school the other day?” She inquired.

“Yes. His my annoying body guard.” I explained.

“Damn! Evelyn, you have a body guard?” She covered her hands over her mouth.

“Umm… yeah. But that’s not the thing. I need you to help me pass a message to Charlie.”

“You have refused telling what’s happening with you, Eve.”

“I will, at school tomorrow,”

“You’ve said that before, promise?” She asked.

“Yeah, I will tell you what I can tomorrow.” I nodded.

“Okay, about Charlie, why don’t you call him?”

“I can’t. I have a feeling that my calls are being cloned.”

“What? Why? Are you in trouble?”

“No, not at all. Debbie I would explain better tomorrow, please.”

“Okay, what am I supposed to tell Charlie?” She asked.