INDEBTED To A Tyrant King

I Have Seen Better

Summer

We passed corridor after corridor. I heard the male laughter and thump of the music but nothing was visible as I followed the hulking man. “What type of club is this?” I asked.

No answer.

Well… Keep your secrets then.

“This way…” I stopped as I realised that I had walked further down the corridor whereas the man was standing in front of a royal blue door.

The skin of bravado I was wearing till now slowly started to shed off as I realised that it was the moment. The moment where I’d face him. I didn't get a chance to prepare myself before the man knocked and the answer came the very next second to enter.

The royal blue door opened but there was nothing except darkness in there and I involuntarily took a step back only to collide with the Hulk, who instead of giving me a space to make a run for it pushed me further inside. Instantly I turned around but the door slammed shut in my face. Leaving me in the dark with God knows who. 

Or may be I know it too. But didn’t want to think about it. Now standing here my confidence was slipping through my fingers like hot sand. And wasn’t it the half of the reason why I had ran away in the first place. As much as the idea of him had excited me, there was something about him that had always scared me. 

“There is no need to be afraid, Little Red.” Came the timber laced thick voice from the darkness.

I willed my body to stay still and scolded my heart for jumping at the endearment he used like no time has passed since the last time we interacted, and said, “I am not.”

“You sure? I could almost hear your heartbeat from here.” There was an amusement underlying his words and I hated that he knew how he affected me.

“Considering all the power you hold I’d think there would be twenty-four seven electricity supply in your club.”

At my response a lamp lit on the table but it only reached as far as the collar of his shirt and suit jacket, his face still remained in the dark. “Better?”

“I still can’t see you.”

“Did you come here to see me?”

“No.” Silence. When I knew that he wasn't going to say anything else, I bit the bullet. “I need your help.”

More silence. I controlled the urge to fidget under his regard and I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes on every inch they caressed. His right hand with an enormous ring on his middle finger, that had a pale blue diamond carved into a face of a wolf, came into view. And I watched as he opened a small wooden case and then pulled out a cigar. He didn’t lit it, but rolled it around with his fingers. I watched the play of his fingers and an unnamed hunger rose in me, frightening me with its intensity. The same feeling from which I had ran away three years ago. The same intensity that I always suffered from whenever he came closer to me. Like when he had kissed me. I closed my eyes and shook that image off. Not going there. 

I didn't realise how lost I was, and his next words startled me out of the fascinated stupor I was in. “What kind of help?”

His question brought me back to the present and to the situation I was in. And with it came the helpless feeling of knowing that he was my last hope. “The Russians. They took my father.” My throat closed as I thought about that night but I carried on. “And they threatened to take Erica. And if they didn't get their money they would take me too.”

It was just a fraction of a second, but I saw his fingers stilled and tightened their grip on the cigar. “And why would I help you?”

His response to my problem took me aback. I hadn't thought that he wouldn't want to help me. I swallowed the nervousness and shored up the courage that I knew I possessed. Taking a step closer to his desk, I said, “Because I have something that you want.” And I knew he wanted.

“And what could that be?”

“You would need much better light to see that.” I replied, not knowing from where that came out, but where Gabriel Wolfe was considered everything was possible and I always surprised myself. I was tired of talking to him in the darkness without being able to see him. I wanted to look at his face, to gauze his eyes for what he was thinking. To see if they still held that tender hint that he showed me back then.

The sudden brightness in the room blinded me for a second. And it took me a moment to get my bearings. But of course, he didn’t had any such problem. His blue eyes were focused on me. Looking at me, through me. Deep inside me. And if I was hoping for that tender look it was nowhere to be found. He regarded me with emotionless blue gaze. His wide shoulders hiding the high backed chair behind him. The suit jacket he was wearing was stretched across his shoulders and arms like barely holding on to itself. For a moment I wonder if he could flex his muscles and test the strength of the fabric.

“You have the light.” 

Once again his words brought me to the present, this time embarrassing me because I was caught ogling him. “And you have what I am offering in front of you.” I replied, controlling the urge to look down and check myself out. I wanted to know how he saw me. Was I too tall? Too thin? Or my breasts too small?

A slight twitch of his lips indicating that he wasn’t impressed and his next words said so. “I have seen better.”

Those four words as simple as they were sent a frisson of irritation mixed with something like jealousy through me. It had been twelve years, twelve years since I first met him. Then I was just a little girl dreaming about prince and princess. And he had managed to make me believe that he was one for me. But I was wrong and he was a deceitful but beautiful liar. He wasn’t a prince charming from my dream, no he was a tyrant king, but not a lion, more like a hungry wolf. That looked barely chained. For a brief moment I imagined seeing him on hill top, half hiding behind big trees and grasses and howling at the moon. Calling for his mate.

Instead looking at him, I tipped my chin up, stepped closer to the desk foregoing every other thought as I was here for a purpose. He steadily looked back at me. And then, I smiled. He tilted his head to the side, regarding me, waiting for what I was up to. I took a deep breath and grabbed the hem of my hoodie and tugged it above my head. I inwardly patted my back when my hands didn’t falter and I slipped the hoodie off my hands, letting it drop on the floor. 

The coldness was no longer there in his eyes. No. Now his black lashes lowered, almost like he was in slumber, watching me through hooded eyes. “Not enough.” The two words were gravely and had goose bumps rising on my body. “If you want to convince me then do it the right way.”

He didn’t look at me once as he said that, his eyes were focused on my breasts covered with black lacy bra. He didn’t even tried to hide the fact that he was staring. I pulled my right leg up to slid off the heel, so I could pull down the shorts I was wearing but a small sound stopped me. I looked up and he shook his head once as he said, “Leave them.”

Standing up straight, my fingers reached for the button of my shorts. But I hesitated, and he noticed. Finally his eyes came to me, and he said, “No one is forcing you, Little Red. If you don’t want, you don’t have to.” And leave here without him helping me. I knew enough about him that he wouldn’t help anyone without getting anything in return. He wasn’t the king for nothing. He was ruthless in the way he carried out his deals. And I was about to struck one and I had nothing to give him except…

I unbuttoned my shorts and let them slid down my legs. Stepping out of them I stood there in front of him. Now, just in my black lacy bra and panties with gold heels. As I watched him, my body responded to his gaze and involuntarily I remembered the first and last kiss we had had. The one when he had came to give my father his last warning. An ultimatum.

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