Work was as draining as could possibly be. There was paperwork, Mila and her clique, Mrs Ortis and a pounding headache that morphed itself into a migraine. She had not realized just how much yesterday had affected her. She could not even remember driving home, eating or even changing. And it was all because of him. At this point, if she filed a complaint against him all anyone would think of it was a sympathy move and it would not go anywhere.
She was not going to let him or his behaviour have an affect on her life. Rita went down to the cafeteria, she was going to grab lunch, sit there and eat it. It would be do much easier to clear her name if Anthony and Irina were still here. Still alive. There was no point in stressing on things that could not be changed. She had to do this on her own. Eyes, disapproving looks and whispers followed her all the way to the cafeteria but nothing worse than yesterday.
They could stare, talk, make up stories, heck even write a book about it. She was not going to let it affect her. She picked out her food, took a seat on a nearly empty table and started eating.
TWO HOURS LATER
Lunch and the hour after it had not been ad bad as she had expected. It was just the same routine and she had not entered Samuel's office since the day started.
The telephone rang and she answered it. “Hello, who I am speaking with?”
A feminine voice answered her. No, feminine was a way too nice way of sugarcoating what this person's voice sounded like. “I want to speak to Samuel.”
“Excuse me, who is this?” Rita asked, trying to get past the awfulness of the voice. It was putting a cheese grater to a steel pole.
“Tell him, it is Rowena.” The woman answered, inpatient.
“I am not doing any such thing. First tell me who you are and what you want from Mr Princeton. Then maybe I could put you across.”
“How dare you?!” The woman screeched. The god awful sound scratching her brain and all she wanted to do was punch it shut. “I said I want to speak to Samuel. Your boss! Put me through to him right now!”
Just who did this bitch think she was? Rita was having none of it. “And like I said before, give me your name and the reason for your call.”
“Just give him the damn phone!” She continued to scream.
“I'm afraid I can't do that.” Rita informed her. She was not just being a bitch right back. She legally could not do that.
“Do it or I will have you fired!” Ok, she had had enough. She just could not deal with this today. “You can call back later when you are really ready to talk Mr Princeton or have an actual adult conversation.” Rita said.
“Don't you dare cut me off! I'm Rowena Dale! I will ruin you!” She screeched again.
“Goodbye Rowena Dale.” Rita said with as much sarcasm as possible. “Don't–” Rita cut the call. Self absorbed bitch much. She continued with her work. The bitch was probably one of Samuel's one nightstands. Again. She was his personal work assistant, not his deal with my bitchy-one-nightstands and all my personal problems assistant. He could deal with those himself. And this was just the fourth woman who demanded to speak to him. She was sure there were more. Like every other day.
Oh sweet potatoes, this migraine. It was splitting her head in two.
*******
He listened to the old man as he bled out and waited till his heart stopped beating. He would have loved to strangle him with his own hands instead but he did not want to taint them. Not when he had his gorgeous lily in his arms. Her fear had been addicting and the way it skyrocketed when he slid his finger down her right cheek was delectable. It made his heart race just as much as hers did and blood rush straight to his groin.
He had clamped his hand over her mouth before she could scream. It did not stop her from screaming anyway. She let go of the wheel in a moment of pure panic to try and claw his hands away. The car ran wildly on the road before he reached forward and took out the keys. The car came to a sharp halt, if she had not had her seatbelt on and his hand firmly around her mouth holding her head to the seat, her head would have hit the steering wheel. Hard.
After her initial moments of panic and relief, she went back to struggling against his hand. Using his other hand he unbuckled the seatbelt. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when she saw his face and realized who he was. He let go of her mouth for two thirds of a second, so he could scoop her out of the driver's seat and into his arms in the backseat before clamping it back down again.
Her eyes met his face and there it was, her body going still and her eyes widening, realization washing over her orbs. She screamed into his hand again and fought harder than she had the first time. He held her tighter, loving the way she squirmed against him.
Last night had been bliss. Just him and her with no disturbances. He had not anticipated her right hook to be so strong, reason why he had an ice pack clutched to his face. He remembered the scream she managed to let escape. It wrung through him like a wire and made him even harder than all her struggling.
He had knocked her out then. Not so that she would not draw attention. Her body limp in his arms and he held her close. He knew no one was going to come. It was just the two of them. He had only gotten rid of the old man because Carmilla had given very express instructions. The Old man knew better.
He pressed a kiss to her head, then to her cheeks before pressing his lips to hers. His fingers tightened on her skin, hard enough to leave bruises. She had smelt of sweat, coffee, her midnight pomegranate perfume and another man. He felt his claim on her. It was a temporary one but it enraged him nonetheless. Even the thought of it now made him seeth in rage. She was his lily! And no one else.
He had taken care of the problem. Wiped the other's scent and claim off the skin of her neck and anywhere else the fucking bastard dared to touch and replaced it with his own. After that he claimed her lips till both their lips were swollen. He kept her in the back seat while he went to the front and started the care.
He drove her to her house, phased through security with her in his arms and went up to her room to get her changed. He was happy to see his gifts all around the house. He knew she would like them. The flowers. His chest swelled with pride and a jug full of happiness as he thought back. He cut up the bloody stake on his plate and put it in his mouth, crushing bone and cartilage between his teeth. Blood dripping down his chin as he chewed.
He could not remember where he had gotten the meat from. It was either from the stake house down the road or that motherfucker he had dealt with last Friday. Or was it that little drug runner from two nights ago. He did not care any which way.
He did not like that he had to have her memories of last night erased. He wanted her to remember him but he guessed another time would be better. Best even.
He wished he could have have stayed with her till morning, played with her till her body exhausted itself. But he was right. There would be better places, better times for all he wanted. He finished his stake and cleaned his bloody lips with a napkin. He had work to do this morning. Last night was the only luxury he could afford.
A/N: Soo?