Chapter 3: Confrontation
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Nicholas
“How did it go?” Logan asks as soon as I log into the video conference.
“Daynara wasn’t happy with Dion’s interference, but she acquiesced once she realized her friends would be in danger,” I grimace, recalling her brutally honest words, “She told me she hates me.”
Rather than express pity, Logan chuckles.
“You mock me?” I retort.
Logan’s chest heaves in amusement, “I’m not mocking you, Voodoo. It’s more like… the situation.”
My brow furrows, “I don’t understand.”
Logan’s lip quirks, “Women never really mean what they say, Voodoo. The fact that Daynara expressed any emotion toward you means she cares. She wouldn’t be so pissed at you if she didn’t.”
“But she clearly stated she hated me,” I reply.
Logan shrugs, “Trust me on this. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times my wife has told me she hates me before we’d wind up in bed.”
“How long do I have to keep her here?”
He frowns, “Dion wants her back right away, but that’s not going to be possible since we don’t know whom Dion pissed off. That should also give you enough time to sort things out with her.”
“What makes you think that’s what I want?” I mutter.
Logan snickers, “You wouldn’t have been so upset at her words if you didn’t.”
I wish to argue, but I don’t because Logan is right. My desire has reignited now that I have seen Daynara. She’s even more stunning than I remember. It doesn’t help that she wore clothes that revealed every curve of her body to perfection. I’ve never been the type of man to be lured by beauty. In fact, for as long as I remember, no one has ever evoked emotions in me the way Daynara has. She dressed more subdued when she lived with Dion than she does now. What she wears has never mattered to me since she’s beautiful regardless. Daynara has always been the gatekeeper to the closely guarded box that holds my emotions. Even when I dubbed her unattainable, I could never take my eyes off her.
Though she and Dion were not openly affectionate due to Dion’s strict manner, I’m surprised by how their relationship has deteriorated.
There’s nothing that makes sense about this whole situation. Not when I hear terrible things from both sides.
“Dion will not be happy to learn that Daynara will stay with me,” I mutter.
Logan’s voice cuts through my doubts, “Well, that’s his problem then, isn’t it? I’ll keep you updated on the progress of Dion’s investigation into this threat. For now, keep Daynara within the safety of your apartment.”
I nod, “Very well.”
Logan disconnects the call, leaving me to my thoughts.
Seeing that I’m not going to get any sleep, I check on Daynara. She’s still curled up in the bed. As quietly as I can, I set her shoes inside the closet and place a water bottle and one of my dress shirts next to the bed before I cover her with a soft blanket.
The control freak in me cringes at leaving her in her soiled clothing. Yet, I knew she’d rip my c**k off if she caught me undressing her, so I left her my shirt.
I know I should leave, but I can’t seem to walk away. Instead, I stand there and commit Daynara’s visage to memory. Her demeanor is different than I remember. Something about her is more rigid and angrier.
I wonder if that is why she has betrayed the Confradia?
As soon as the thought flows through my mind, I reject it. I know I can’t trust what I learned, especially when my source is currently playing both sides.
I should probably reveal what I know to Logan, but something stops me. Perhaps, I cannot believe what I’ve learned. But I want to see how this situation develops before I reveal my cards.
Eventually, I leave the room and prepare to sleep. I follow my nightly ritual when I store my suit for dry cleaning, take a warm shower, and check every lock before I settle inside my covers.
It takes hours until I finally fall asleep. As soon as I do, the dreams of unforgotten memories follow.
I step out of Dion’s office after discussing the success of my assignment. Just as I walk through the bedroom door, I spot her. Daynara’s thick curls are spread around her bare shoulders, and her body is encased inside a long silken halter dress.
“Nicholas! You’re back!” she rushes toward me, her silken hair fluttering around her and her lips tilted with delight.
I try to control my body’s reaction and maintain an indifferent façade when I greet her, “Daynara.”
Her lip tilts as she slides her arms around my neck. I never know how to react to her easy manner.
When I notice that she’s leading me to my bed, I halt my steps and turn her to face me, “What are you doing, mon petit?”
Daynara pouts, “I thought we could talk.”
I shake my head but don’t pull away from her touch. My feelings trap me, and I don’t want this to end. Daynara notices my acquiescence and rises to her toes, whispering against my lips, “I missed you. Did you miss me?”
Leaning close, I inhale her scent and clench my jaw. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”
Daynara brushes her lips against mine and whispers, “It’s not a game, Nicholas.”
I try to resist her seduction, but it’s a futile effort. Within moments, I have her against the wall, our hands and lips exploring. Our tongues meet, and our lips savor. Soft, sensual sounds escape her as she clings to me.
Eventually, we break apart, our chests heave, and our lips are swollen as we gaze dazedly into each other’s eyes.
That’s when I notice the mess in my room.
I quirk a brow, “What did you do?”
Daynara kisses my bottom lip before she mischievously mutters, “I might have taken some things from your closet and borrowed some of your shirts.”
My jaw pops with a mixture of desire and frustration as Daynara continues to test my patience, “You are going to be the death of me, Mon petit.”
Daynara shrugs, “I like how growly you get when I mess with you. You’re so commanding and sexy.”
“You know this is wrong? Dion would not be happy if he learned that you’ve been attempting to seduce me.” I state evenly.
Daynara shakes her head and plants her lips against mine again, “Père doesn’t need to know. It’s our little secret,” she whispers between kisses.
My jaw pops as I take her hand and pull away, “You are too spoiled, Chérie. But this time, you’re not going to get away with it. You will put everything back as it should be.”
Her lower lip curls into a pout, “What will you do to me if I don’t do what you say?”
I glance around the chaotic room and take a breath before I confront her, “I’m not asking, Daynara. I’m telling you to do it. You know I don’t like it when you do those things, which is why it’s up to you to fix it,” leaning close, I caress her lower lip and hiss, “Do you understand?”
Daynara jumps up and crushes her lips to mine, distracting me from my anger. I know I should stand firm, but I can’t help but wrap my arms around hers and deepen the kiss.
We only break apart when the door opens, revealing an enraged Dion.
This was when everything fell apart.
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