Game of Passion

Chapter 9: Dark

She shouldn’t get in.

This feels like she is invading Doctor Harrington’s privacy if she went inside. But then she wasn’t expecting the door would lead to his actual quarters. For the year that she has been constantly going to this office, she never really thought his office is connected to the room where he sleeps. She always assumed the door would lead to a lavatory but she never confirmed it since she is not in need of use whenever she goes to him.

Moving the candle left and right, she looked more at what is inside. The windows were closed and not even a single light came through from outside. There is a bed not far away and it is all made up as if Doctor Harrington has not even slept there at all. Other than that, there are a couple of drawers in one corner. It just shows that he occupies this room because of the notes and opened books on his nightstand. Other than that, the room smelled like him. Not because of the closed doors and windows that the smell could not linger but because he might have used the room just now.

He was just here.

Good thing they did not cross each other's paths or it would be difficult for her to stare at him like before, knowing that he has been hiding something and she shamelessly messed up with his things. She had failed him in that aspect and she is ashamed about it.

Meanwhile, she cannot figure out why Doctor Harrington has special treatment within the hospital. He has his own room, his words were always listened to, and he has control over what happens inside the institution just like when he had her become a help to the nurses. Nancy said he came after she was admitted but other than that, the woman does not know other information.

Unconsciously, she took a step inside to look around more. She will refrain from meddling with the doctor’s things and she thought it would be more effective since the room is dim. It is a small room and unlike Flynn's office, this is more organized with things all well-kept except for his readings on the nightstand. She looked back at the office and then decided that since she is already inside the room, she might as well get on with her business.

She settled the candle on a table by the window before grabbing the bucket and searched for the lavatory—which she did not have any difficulty finding since it is just the only door she has not opened yet in the room. Relying on the little light, she poured the water out on the drain and then opened the faucet to fill it again.

She did not hear the door opening and closing because of the noise coming from the water, she did not feel the wind as it blew harshly and managed to come inside through little openings but she did saw how the room blackened because the candles were blown off. That is only when she heard the whistling sound of the wind coming through the windows.

"Bloody damnation," she uttered when she realized that even the candles in the office were gone.

She reached out for the faucet and turned it off, not wanting to add more problems when it leaked out entirely on the lavatory. She then felt for the walls as she walks and navigates her way to the door, only to be stopped when she heard a hissing sound of what seemed to be from a match then followed by a wash of low light coming from the office.

She swallowed hard and was about to go out and show herself to who has entered the room when Flynn suddenly spoke.

"I told you not to come in here without my permission," he said sharply which made her freeze on her spot.

He was far from her but she can clearly feel his anger, therefore, instead of showing herself, she stayed where she is and waits for what Flynn is about to do next. She has never seen him mad except a while ago but she immediately left so she does not know how she could deal with him. Besides, his anger was only spoken of by others, therefore, she really has no experience in being with him while he is out of his usual countenance.

"You have been very stubborn and you expect me to accept you when you keep on forcing yourself on me?"

Her breathing hitched when she was suddenly pinned on the wall and Flynn's body towered over her in the darkness. She did not even hear his footsteps nor any noise for that matter. One moment he was in the office with a wall blocking them, now he was in front of her and holding her tightly.

She felt him stiffen against her, his breathing turning shallow but his grip on her did not loosen—it was the opposite. She can feel the tension on his body and she gritted her teeth when his hold tightened even more as if he wants to crush her. With the little light that they have in that room, they cannot see each other clearly. She would have reeled back if she didn't know it was Flynn but throughout the year that she has been with him, she is familiar with his voice already—a deep baritone that takes someone else's attention whenever he speaks.

"Why are you here?" he asked and she whimpered, cannot take the pain he is giving on her arms anymore.

He slowly loosened his hold. She should have just told him that she was to continue her arrangements with his books, that she may not be the woman he is expecting her to be, that they should keep their distance away from each other and that they should be wary of whatever this feeling lingering between them.

"Hyacinth," he called lowly which made her freeze even more. "What are you doing here?"

He is expecting her?

Of all women, why her?

For some reason, she did not want to speak of who she truly is. If it was Hyacinth he was expecting, she wants to know what he will do to her.

Did he actually accept her indecent offer? Have they been intimate already?

Though Hyacinth would not offer her something if that is so. The woman would not ask for her help if that is the case.

Then why is Flynn still expecting her?

He inched closer, taking her space while keeping her body by the wall so she wouldn't get away. She can hear her heartbeat so loud that she assumes he could hear it too.

"Answer me," he whispered, his lips hitting her ear as he speaks.

Her knees are weakening from their close proximity, her mind on haywire—not knowing what to do.

She could never answer him. It would give off who she is and he would treat her differently after he finds out who she is. She doesn't want them to grow apart. He is the only one she relies on greatly and she would definitely feel lost without him.

A finger started to graze on her neck, making her breath labored even more. She can feel Flynn's breath fanning her neck, his body radiating heat, and his eyes looking at her amidst the darkness—keeping her immobile.

"It is a very wrong decision for you to come in here," he whispered and unexpectedly, she let out a low moan when his finger passed on to her lower lip.

Her eyes widened from her unconscious reaction and she felt him stiffening against her until suddenly, she was wrapped in his arms and was pulled up. Her breathing hitched when she felt his lips on her, as he pressed her more on the wall. She shivered and teared up when he moved them to shape and taste her more, not because she doesn't want him but because of the overwhelming feeling that he gives her. He then angled his head to one side so he could kiss her better. His hands were on her waist keeping her firm in the air and when she was tired from hanging like that, she wrapped her legs around him while she encircled her arms on his neck.

"F.uck," he uttered when he pulled back but he did not completely move away from her, still holding her waist firmly.

He rests his face on her neck, inhaling her scent while his hold on her tightened as if he doesn't want to let go.

And oddly enough, she doesn't want to either.

It was instinct that she grabbed his face and angled it back onto hers. She opened her mouth as she takes his again, completely giving in to this unexplainable feeling. He thinks she is someone else and the darkness is keeping her safe from being discovered, the reason for her to be so bold at that time.

For once, she wanted to feel loved, she wanted to feel that she is enough because she knows to herself she was loved and enough before by someone in her past. Unfortunately, she just can't remember who it is.

"Do you want me? Do you want this?" he asked in between kisses and she was so consumed by her desire that she unknowingly answered him with a nod.

Next thing she knew she was being carried to the bed. The mattress was stiff and uncomfortable but it smelled like Flynn. Their kisses continued, added with lingering touches on their bodies. His hands were climbing down to her chest, cupping it with eagerness. When he was not satisfied with it, his fingers tugged her neckline and reached for her nub.

Her breathing hitched upon feeling such sensation when his fingers moved on them. She bit her lower lip, suppressing her moans. Her toes were clenched and she can feel the wetness between her legs. She was breathing hard as she moved her hands to his cheeks, neck, down to his chest then to his abdomen.

He groaned when her fingers lowered down and stopped his savagery on her lips just so he could rock his lower body on her. With his hands on the sides of her head, he pushed himself slightly so he could move against her more.

Her mouth parted and a soft whimper left her lips. Flynn grabbed her thighs and spread them more so he could settle between her. She welcomed him back with her arms and opened mouth when his lips came back to her—his tongue darting to taste her, his teeth nibbling her. All the while, he did not stop grinding against her.

Besides, she does not want him to stop.

How can she stop him when it felt so good—so sinful yet so delicious?

But she was not the one he has in mind.

It was Hyacinth who he thinks about while kissing her, it was Hyacinth who he was expecting to be there.

Not her.

Never her.

His hands moved lower to her skirt. She felt him pulling it up, settling the layers of garment by her waist. He then sat down and with the little light they have coming from the office, she can see his form on top of her. The dimness gives such a mysterious feel to him. If she didn't know it was him, she would be certainly frightened of him—just by the aura he gives off, his size compared to her, and the gaze that pierces on her despite the darkness.

His fingers started to travel on her thighs, moving up—aiming for her wet folds. She was breathing hard, her mind was getting consumed by her desire but a little bit of consciousness made her remember the woman in that photo she has seen on his desk. From the way Doctor Harrington looked at her with adoration, she was not just letting Flynn cheat on that woman, she is also cheating herself on the man that she deserves.

She does not deserve Flynn because of how high he is and also because he is already committed. Mayhap the same as her. She does not deserve any of this.

She just wishes she remember the man in her memory. Though even if she does not remember anything in the past, she has to understand that whatever she and Flynn are doing shouldn't be gone too far.

His fingers were so close to what was between her legs, her control was hanging by a thread and before she could completely snap out of it, she pushed him away from her with all her might. He did not budge but he took that as a sign that she did not want any of this, therefore, he moved away slowly, respecting her decision.

Taking that as an opportunity to get away, she then ran out of the room, still looking disheveled.

It's a good thing that he did not follow because she does not know how to deal with him finding out that it was her who he has been intimate with.