Unrevealed Truth

CHAPTER - 14

Anya's P.O.V.

“I trust you Sylvester”, I said to him.

His eyes lit up and a genuine smile appeared on his lips. I smiled back on him. I was trying to be calm, but inside there was a fierce storm. Why on Earth, my father gave him permission to let me stay with him. So far, Sylvester hasn’t done anything bad with me. Instead, he was always concerned and polite with me. But what he told me was growing suspicion in me. My father, who always beat me whenever I came even 5 minutes late from school, college and office, had allowed for the whole night. I can’t doubt Sylvester for lying. Why would he lie to me? I am not beautiful and charming like the girls whom he dates. I wanted to ask my father but feared to do so.

“We reached”, suddenly I heard him saying some thing which pulled me out from my thoughts.

I looked outside. The car had stopped in the parking area of a building which realized me that I have to spend my night outside the house in real. Sylvester opened the door from me and I looked towards him blankly. I didn’t know how to react this time. Whether I should happy that finally I am getting a peaceful night out of that hell of torture or I should be scared thinking about what comes after.

I came out of the car and stepped away from the car. My body was not in my possession right now. I was just following Sylvester like a robot. What was the deal between him and my father? Above all, why was I feeling safe with him right now? My head was spinning with all these questions.

I heard a ding sound and saw Sylvester going out the elevator. I didn’t realize when we stepped in the elevator from the parking. Hesitantly, I came out from the elevator and scanned the area around me. It was an apartment the way it look like.

“After my parent’s death, I live here in this pent house. This is my small world Anya”, he told me while bringing a glass of water from me.

I took the glass from him and gulped down the whole water in one go.

He gestured me towards the living room. I was silent and what I felt that he was tensed. I sat on the couch there and put my bag on the table. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. First in case, Why am I here, it was still not clear to me.

“Would you like to have coffee Anya. I used to have before going to sleep”, he asked me in a gentle tone.

I stood up from my seat and went towards him.

“Let me make the coffee and you go and freshen up, if you don’t mind”, I asked him hesitantly. After all it is his house and I am guest here. But I don’t want to make my self out the place here. Even I was not looking at him during this little conversation.

He sighed and hold me from my shoulders. I shivered from his touch. This was the first time I was alone in a house with a man other than my father. What if he thought of me like others? No… No.. No…. he can be anything but not the one who take advantage of the situation of a girl. I never heard anything like this before about him. From past few days, all our encounters came across my mind and I immediately dropped that thought.

“Listen Anya, you need not to scared here. You are totally safe here. You said you trust me, right?”, he asked me to confirm again.

I nodded my head in affirmation while looking towards the floor.

“Then go by your instinct. I know that you are not of that kind of girl who likes to spread their legs for pleasure or for money. I really admire your self respect. So, please be like that Anya who was with me from last 3 days.”, He pulled me towards him and lightly embrace me in him.

My heart skipped a beat but soon relaxed. I don’t know why…. But I was really feeling safe in his arms…

He pulled me back away and said “make yourself comfortable Anya. No one is going to bother you here. I am going to take a shower. Make a cup of black coffee with no sugar for me also. My bedroom is upstairs. When I will come back, I will show your room for tonight.”

Then he headed towards the stairs. As I intended to turn towards the kitchen I heard him again.

“Ummm… Anya…. I don’t want to be judgemental…. But …. Can you cook?”, he asked standing on the stairs.

“Of course I can cook… if you want to eat… I will make something for you”, I answered him in confusion why was he asking me.

“Great…. Then please make something…. I am little bit hungry”, he grinned sheepishly.

A smile came on my lips and I said “ok…. Go and freshen up now.

He passed a most charming smile to me and then headed towards his room.

I just shook my head and laughed lightly. Then I headed towards the kitchen.

From the ingredients what I got, I made cheesy pasta and some sandwiches with the coffee like he demanded.

There were not so many ingredients in the fridge. So, I assumed that mostly he rely on take outs.

“Wow… they smelled too delicious to resist”, I heard him on my back.

The smell of fresh shower filled my nose and goose bumps arose on the back of my neck. He was standing too close to me.

I was little bit distracted by this proximity. I never been this much close to any one to my comfort. Yet… here I am standing close to …. None other than…. Mr. Sylvester Blake.

I looked back towards his face and saw admiration in his eyes which held my gaze for few seconds. I blinked rapidly to break our gaze.

“Uhhhh… would you mind to put these here on the table”, I asked him in order to make him go away little further from me. I was holding my breathe due to being anxious.

“Sure….”, he shrugged his shoulders and then took both plates of pasta and went towards the table. I blew my breath and just shook my head lightly.

I placed the plate of sandwiches followed by coffee mugs and we both started eating. It was really strange for me to be comfortable here eating with him. I was really hungry as I didn’t eat much in the party too. It was feeling like being in home where one can feel relax. I was never been so relaxed before in my house.

“mmmmm….. It’s really delicious…. I want to kiss you hands now”, He moaned while having a spoonful of pasta and took my hand in his hand and placed a small kiss on the back of my hand. My cheeks turned into red tomato and I smiled shyly.

“You are really a good cook. Now, I look forward to have these kind of treat often in the future”,  he added.

“Thanks for appreciation Mr. Blake. And of course I would love to cook for you again in future”, I said smilingly.

“Anya, what’s that now….”, he said little bit frustrated. “Again Mr. Blake?”,

I covered my mouth “Oooops…. My bad”, I said. We both looked each other and then burst into laughter.

I don’t know when I laughed like this before in the past. It was really amazing to see this side of his nature. He has masked himself under the cold feature of being ruthless businessman, but what I am seeing was a totally different Mr. Sylvester Blake who is not only cute but humorous too.

I smiled on my thoughts and looked towards my plate again.

Soon, we both finished our dinner.

“I will handle the washing later. Let me show you your room first”, He said while taking the plates back in the sink.

I nodded my head and he took me to the room on the same floor.

It was guest room what I thought.

He showed me the closet where some female night clothes were already been placed. Those were all nighties. I don’t like wearing nighties as those were too revealing of my likings.

“Uhhhhh…. Sylvester… please don’t take it otherwise… but can I have a t-shirt or something like that to wear.”, I asked him hesitantly.

“Why… Is there anything wrong with those”, He questioned me back with some panic sound????

“No… nothing is wrong with them. It’s like.. I am not comfortable wearing these anytime. But… it’s ok… it’s just a matter of one night… I will wear any of these.”, I gave my reason and tried to comfort him.

“No… don’t wear if you are not comfortable… go… have your shower…. I will go get any of my t – shirt for you. I think that will work as a complete dress for you”, he made joke of me while comparing our heights. I looked towards him making pout.

“Oh..God…. Anya…. You look too cute when you pout”, he laughed little bit and pulled my cheeks like I was a small kid.

“Ouch…. You are making fun of me”, I shoved back his hand and stroked my cheeks.

 Ha ha ha ha…. Go have your shower Anya. After saying this he left the room while laughing.

I stood there processing what was just happened and then smiled a little bit in blank. Then I headed towards the bathroom.