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He thought about letting up as he had before. But even if she tripped on the stairs, she’d heal, and that was the only stipulation - besides her not leaving the compound - that he had to abide by. It was uncomfortable for him to walk the stairs one at a time. So he chose to ignore her frantic plea and continue on as he was, dragging her with him.
‘Why do you insist on believing I’m an idiot? I don’t want to die, thank you very much.’
He snorted at this. “Because if I don’t remind you, you may think you can pull it off and make a run for it. And then I will have to catch you. You’re already a pain in my ass just by being here. If I have to run after you…” He pulled a bottle of rum from the back of the fridge as well as a glass from the cabinet. He poured two fingers worth and leveled a hard look her way. “...you might not survive the experience.” He downed the drink in one go, letting the liquid burn down his throat as he propped his hands along the edge of the counter and lowered his chin to his chest. He didn’t really like people in his space here, but he wasn’t seeing a way around it right now. What the fuck Moretti!?
‘Do you, um... do you maybe have anything I could change into? This uniform isn’t exactly... comfortable. I usually don’t wear it any longer than I have to.’
He lifted his head, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fucking princess,” he growled, not bothered if she heard him or not. He pushed off the counter and stalked through the front room to an open door at the other end. His bedroom. He stepped in and went to his dresser, digging around in his drawers. Literally everything he had would swallow the tiny girl, he was sure. What did he care? He pulled out an old wore out and faded black t-shirt that he hardly ever wore anymore, and a pair of grey sweatpants he used for pajamas. He came back out of the room and threw them at her unceremoniously. He jabbed a thumb back over his shoulder to the room he’d just come out of, even as she opened her mouth to ask a question he presumed would be about where she could change in private. “In there.” He stepped to the side to allow her to pass. “You’re not allowed to shut the door all the way. I need to be able to hear what you’re doing in there.” He rose a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, daring her to protest. If she did he’d make her change right there in front of him.
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‘Kyros, please!’
He thought about letting up as he had before. But even if she tripped on the stairs, she’d heal, and that was the only stipulation - besides her not leaving the compound - that he had to abide by. It was uncomfortable for him to walk the stairs one at a time. So he chose to ignore her frantic plea and continue on as he was, dragging her with him.
‘Why do you insist on believing I’m an idiot? I don’t want to die, thank you very much.’
He snorted at this. “Because if I don’t remind you, you may think you can pull it off and make a run for it. And then I will have to catch you. You’re already a pain in my ass just by being here. If I have to run after you…” He pulled a bottle of rum from the back of the fridge as well as a glass from the cabinet. He poured two fingers worth and leveled a hard look her way. “...you might not survive the experience.” He downed the drink in one go, letting the liquid burn down his throat as he propped his hands along the edge of the counter and lowered his chin to his chest. He didn’t really like people in his space here, but he wasn’t seeing a way around it right now. What the fuck Moretti!?
‘Do you, um... do you maybe have anything I could change into? This uniform isn’t exactly... comfortable. I usually don’t wear it any longer than I have to.’
He lifted his head, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fucking princess,” he growled, not bothered if she heard him or not. He pushed off the counter and stalked through the front room to an open door at the other end. His bedroom. He stepped in and went to his dresser, digging around in his drawers. Literally everything he had would swallow the tiny girl, he was sure. What did he care? He pulled out an old wore out and faded black t-shirt that he hardly ever wore anymore, and a pair of grey sweatpants he used for pajamas. He came back out of the room and threw them at her unceremoniously. He jabbed a thumb back over his shoulder to the room he’d just come out of, even as she opened her mouth to ask a question he presumed would be about where she could change in private. “In there.” He stepped to the side to allow her to pass. “You’re not allowed to shut the door all the way. I need to be able to hear what you’re doing in there.” He rose a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, daring her to protest. If she did he’d make her change right there in front of him.
‘Kyros, please!’
He thought about letting up as he had before. But even if she tripped on the stairs, she’d heal, and that was the only stipulation - besides her not leaving the compound - that he had to abide by. It was uncomfortable for him to walk the stairs one at a time. So he chose to ignore her frantic plea and continue on as he was, dragging her with him.
‘Why do you insist on believing I’m an idiot? I don’t want to die, thank you very much.’
He snorted at this. “Because if I don’t remind you, you may think you can pull it off and make a run for it. And then I will have to catch you. You’re already a pain in my ass just by being here. If I have to run after you…” He pulled a bottle of rum from the back of the fridge as well as a glass from the cabinet. He poured two fingers worth and leveled a hard look her way. “...you might not survive the experience.” He downed the drink in one go, letting the liquid burn down his throat as he propped his hands along the edge of the counter and lowered his chin to his chest. He didn’t really like people in his space here, but he wasn’t seeing a way around it right now. What the fuck Moretti!?
‘Do you, um... do you maybe have anything I could change into? This uniform isn’t exactly... comfortable. I usually don’t wear it any longer than I have to.’
He lifted his head, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fucking princess,” he growled, not bothered if she heard him or not. He pushed off the counter and stalked through the front room to an open door at the other end. His bedroom. He stepped in and went to his dresser, digging around in his drawers. Literally everything he had would swallow the tiny girl, he was sure. What did he care? He pulled out an old wore out and faded black t-shirt that he hardly ever wore anymore, and a pair of grey sweatpants he used for pajamas. He came back out of the room and threw them at her unceremoniously. He jabbed a thumb back over his shoulder to the room he’d just come out of, even as she opened her mouth to ask a question he presumed would be about where she could change in private. “In there.” He stepped to the side to allow her to pass. “You’re not allowed to shut the door all the way. I need to be able to hear what you’re doing in there.” He rose a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, daring her to protest. If she did he’d make her change right there in front of him.
Essa sighed heavily. “Look, I know my strengths, alright? Not one of them will help me against your size, speed and actual physical strength. I’m not going to just forget that. Not to mention I’m sure there are a dozen security measures that I haven’t seen guarding this place that I wouldn’t evade, even if I somehow actually escaped you.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I know you are more than capable of catching or killing me. You don’t have to convince me. I’m not going anywhere you don’t take me.”
She watched with wide eyes as he downed the glass of straight rum. It may have been a simple thing to him, but she had only ever had the barest sips of wine or champagne at holiday dinners. The idea of drinking hard liquor, let alone shooting it was impressive to her.
For a moment, she was entirely prepared for him to tell her to suck it up. Yet as he left the room, she had to fight the urge to giggle. If he thought she was a princess, she could only imagine what he’d think of nearly all her classmates. She might be more fortunate than most, but at least she didn’t look down on anyone who didn’t own a private jet or yacht.
He tossed some clothes at her. The shirt sailed straight over her head, while the pants landed right on her face, one leg wrapping over her shoulder. She saw him gesture towards the room where he had just re-entered from and blushed deeply at his demand about the door. There was no point in protesting though. Honestly, given the situation, it was a fairly reasonable request.
“O..Okay,” she murmured, bending down to pick up the shirt behind her, her skirt riding up slightly as she did so. She quickly grabbed it and scampered into the room he had pointed at, closing the door all but an inch or two. For a moment, she could only stare at the crack, nervous for a reason she couldn’t really name.
After all, what was she worrying for. One look at Kyros made it obvious he could have anyone he wanted. He wouldn’t care about giving her a second look. Taking a deep breath, she stripped the rest of the way down, removing her shoes and knee socks first, before unbuttoning her shirt and then shimmying out of her miniskirt until she was left in only the lacy white material of her bra and panties. She took the time to fold her clothes neatly, more out of habit than anything.
She slipped into the sweatpants first, pulling the string to tie it as tight as she could. Even then, it still sat low on her hips. Far lower than anything she would normally ever wear. Thankfully, as she slipped into the worn out shirt, it was more than long enough to hide that. She paused at the mirror long enough to shake out her long dark hair, then stepped out back into the main living space.
“Thank you,” she said softly as she stepped out. Unfortunately, the pants were comically long on her, so as she stepped forward, she stepped on the bottom of them just enough for them to go sliding down to her ankles. She squeaked in embarrassed surprise as her legs were bared before him, blushing furiously as she tugged at the hem of the t-shirt. She calmed however with the realization that it was long enough to be a dress on her, falling to her mid-thighs. Trying to maintain some shred of dignity she stepped out of the sweatpants.
“I think those might be something of a hazard for me,” she murmured as she knelt to pick them up, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt once more as she stood up, unable to meet Kyros’s eyes.
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Essa sighed heavily. “Look, I know my strengths, alright? Not one of them will help me against your size, speed and actual physical strength. I’m not going to just forget that. Not to mention I’m sure there are a dozen security measures that I haven’t seen guarding this place that I wouldn’t evade, even if I somehow actually escaped you.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I know you are more than capable of catching or killing me. You don’t have to convince me. I’m not going anywhere you don’t take me.”
She watched with wide eyes as he downed the glass of straight rum. It may have been a simple thing to him, but she had only ever had the barest sips of wine or champagne at holiday dinners. The idea of drinking hard liquor, let alone shooting it was impressive to her.
For a moment, she was entirely prepared for him to tell her to suck it up. Yet as he left the room, she had to fight the urge to giggle. If he thought she was a princess, she could only imagine what he’d think of nearly all her classmates. She might be more fortunate than most, but at least she didn’t look down on anyone who didn’t own a private jet or yacht.
He tossed some clothes at her. The shirt sailed straight over her head, while the pants landed right on her face, one leg wrapping over her shoulder. She saw him gesture towards the room where he had just re-entered from and blushed deeply at his demand about the door. There was no point in protesting though. Honestly, given the situation, it was a fairly reasonable request.
“O..Okay,” she murmured, bending down to pick up the shirt behind her, her skirt riding up slightly as she did so. She quickly grabbed it and scampered into the room he had pointed at, closing the door all but an inch or two. For a moment, she could only stare at the crack, nervous for a reason she couldn’t really name.
After all, what was she worrying for. One look at Kyros made it obvious he could have anyone he wanted. He wouldn’t care about giving her a second look. Taking a deep breath, she stripped the rest of the way down, removing her shoes and knee socks first, before unbuttoning her shirt and then shimmying out of her miniskirt until she was left in only the lacy white material of her bra and panties. She took the time to fold her clothes neatly, more out of habit than anything.
She slipped into the sweatpants first, pulling the string to tie it as tight as she could. Even then, it still sat low on her hips. Far lower than anything she would normally ever wear. Thankfully, as she slipped into the worn out shirt, it was more than long enough to hide that. She paused at the mirror long enough to shake out her long dark hair, then stepped out back into the main living space.
“Thank you,” she said softly as she stepped out. Unfortunately, the pants were comically long on her, so as she stepped forward, she stepped on the bottom of them just enough for them to go sliding down to her ankles. She squeaked in embarrassed surprise as her legs were bared before him, blushing furiously as she tugged at the hem of the t-shirt. She calmed however with the realization that it was long enough to be a dress on her, falling to her mid-thighs. Trying to maintain some shred of dignity she stepped out of the sweatpants.
“I think those might be something of a hazard for me,” she murmured as she knelt to pick them up, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt once more as she stood up, unable to meet Kyros’s eyes.
Essa sighed heavily. “Look, I know my strengths, alright? Not one of them will help me against your size, speed and actual physical strength. I’m not going to just forget that. Not to mention I’m sure there are a dozen security measures that I haven’t seen guarding this place that I wouldn’t evade, even if I somehow actually escaped you.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I know you are more than capable of catching or killing me. You don’t have to convince me. I’m not going anywhere you don’t take me.”
She watched with wide eyes as he downed the glass of straight rum. It may have been a simple thing to him, but she had only ever had the barest sips of wine or champagne at holiday dinners. The idea of drinking hard liquor, let alone shooting it was impressive to her.
For a moment, she was entirely prepared for him to tell her to suck it up. Yet as he left the room, she had to fight the urge to giggle. If he thought she was a princess, she could only imagine what he’d think of nearly all her classmates. She might be more fortunate than most, but at least she didn’t look down on anyone who didn’t own a private jet or yacht.
He tossed some clothes at her. The shirt sailed straight over her head, while the pants landed right on her face, one leg wrapping over her shoulder. She saw him gesture towards the room where he had just re-entered from and blushed deeply at his demand about the door. There was no point in protesting though. Honestly, given the situation, it was a fairly reasonable request.
“O..Okay,” she murmured, bending down to pick up the shirt behind her, her skirt riding up slightly as she did so. She quickly grabbed it and scampered into the room he had pointed at, closing the door all but an inch or two. For a moment, she could only stare at the crack, nervous for a reason she couldn’t really name.
After all, what was she worrying for. One look at Kyros made it obvious he could have anyone he wanted. He wouldn’t care about giving her a second look. Taking a deep breath, she stripped the rest of the way down, removing her shoes and knee socks first, before unbuttoning her shirt and then shimmying out of her miniskirt until she was left in only the lacy white material of her bra and panties. She took the time to fold her clothes neatly, more out of habit than anything.
She slipped into the sweatpants first, pulling the string to tie it as tight as she could. Even then, it still sat low on her hips. Far lower than anything she would normally ever wear. Thankfully, as she slipped into the worn out shirt, it was more than long enough to hide that. She paused at the mirror long enough to shake out her long dark hair, then stepped out back into the main living space.
“Thank you,” she said softly as she stepped out. Unfortunately, the pants were comically long on her, so as she stepped forward, she stepped on the bottom of them just enough for them to go sliding down to her ankles. She squeaked in embarrassed surprise as her legs were bared before him, blushing furiously as she tugged at the hem of the t-shirt. She calmed however with the realization that it was long enough to be a dress on her, falling to her mid-thighs. Trying to maintain some shred of dignity she stepped out of the sweatpants.
“I think those might be something of a hazard for me,” she murmured as she knelt to pick them up, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt once more as she stood up, unable to meet Kyros’s eyes.
Damn that skirt was short. He almost snatched the pants back from her just so she’d have to keep wearing the skirt! He didn’t. It was enough for now to know that he could have though. Kyros busied himself with turning on the massive TV mounted on the wall and tried flicking through the channels. But after a couple minutes, she still hadn’t come out. Suspicions peeking, he quietly stepped over to the bedroom door and nudged it open a bit more than the couple inches she’d left it. There she was, next to the foot of his bed, standing in nothing but a white lace bra and panty set that looked decidedly sinful against her soft looking skin. She was taking her time folding her clothes and laying them on his unmade bed. Well, well. By the looks of that body, she was definitely not just a girl.
He watched her like that until she’d started dressing in his clothes, then he side-stepped back over to stand in front of the TV and resumed searching for something to leave on. Probably a basketball game. He set the remote down, a game playing with the volume on low, when she opened the door and came out. His brows rose as high as they would go when she tripped on the ends of the pants and suddenly she was just in his shirt. A wicked light flared in his eyes, a slow smirk played at one corner of his mouth. He much liked this look on her better than the sweatpants. “So it would seem.” He let a soft laugh escape him, just for a moment, at her fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. His hard gaze trailed down her bare legs and back up her entire body. His old shirt was worn thin enough that he could just make out the impressions of the lace from her bra. This was going to be a long damn day. He cleared his throat and tore his gaze from her and back to the TV. “Game’s on. Do you watch? Or are you one of those books only kind of people?” He lowered himself to the couch and propped his feet on the low sitting table in front of it, crossing his ankles, and stretching his arm along the back of the couch.
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Damn that skirt was short. He almost snatched the pants back from her just so she’d have to keep wearing the skirt! He didn’t. It was enough for now to know that he could have though. Kyros busied himself with turning on the massive TV mounted on the wall and tried flicking through the channels. But after a couple minutes, she still hadn’t come out. Suspicions peeking, he quietly stepped over to the bedroom door and nudged it open a bit more than the couple inches she’d left it. There she was, next to the foot of his bed, standing in nothing but a white lace bra and panty set that looked decidedly sinful against her soft looking skin. She was taking her time folding her clothes and laying them on his unmade bed. Well, well. By the looks of that body, she was definitely not just a girl.
He watched her like that until she’d started dressing in his clothes, then he side-stepped back over to stand in front of the TV and resumed searching for something to leave on. Probably a basketball game. He set the remote down, a game playing with the volume on low, when she opened the door and came out. His brows rose as high as they would go when she tripped on the ends of the pants and suddenly she was just in his shirt. A wicked light flared in his eyes, a slow smirk played at one corner of his mouth. He much liked this look on her better than the sweatpants. “So it would seem.” He let a soft laugh escape him, just for a moment, at her fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. His hard gaze trailed down her bare legs and back up her entire body. His old shirt was worn thin enough that he could just make out the impressions of the lace from her bra. This was going to be a long damn day. He cleared his throat and tore his gaze from her and back to the TV. “Game’s on. Do you watch? Or are you one of those books only kind of people?” He lowered himself to the couch and propped his feet on the low sitting table in front of it, crossing his ankles, and stretching his arm along the back of the couch.
Damn that skirt was short. He almost snatched the pants back from her just so she’d have to keep wearing the skirt! He didn’t. It was enough for now to know that he could have though. Kyros busied himself with turning on the massive TV mounted on the wall and tried flicking through the channels. But after a couple minutes, she still hadn’t come out. Suspicions peeking, he quietly stepped over to the bedroom door and nudged it open a bit more than the couple inches she’d left it. There she was, next to the foot of his bed, standing in nothing but a white lace bra and panty set that looked decidedly sinful against her soft looking skin. She was taking her time folding her clothes and laying them on his unmade bed. Well, well. By the looks of that body, she was definitely not just a girl.
He watched her like that until she’d started dressing in his clothes, then he side-stepped back over to stand in front of the TV and resumed searching for something to leave on. Probably a basketball game. He set the remote down, a game playing with the volume on low, when she opened the door and came out. His brows rose as high as they would go when she tripped on the ends of the pants and suddenly she was just in his shirt. A wicked light flared in his eyes, a slow smirk played at one corner of his mouth. He much liked this look on her better than the sweatpants. “So it would seem.” He let a soft laugh escape him, just for a moment, at her fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. His hard gaze trailed down her bare legs and back up her entire body. His old shirt was worn thin enough that he could just make out the impressions of the lace from her bra. This was going to be a long damn day. He cleared his throat and tore his gaze from her and back to the TV. “Game’s on. Do you watch? Or are you one of those books only kind of people?” He lowered himself to the couch and propped his feet on the low sitting table in front of it, crossing his ankles, and stretching his arm along the back of the couch.
Essa in her sheltered innocence, was entirely oblivious of the thoughts running through her guard’s mind. After all, that skirt was a part of her uniform - something she never would have picked for herself, yet she wore daily. And she never caught him peeking at her as she changed. And how was she to know that the view of her in his shirt and nothing else would hold any interest for him at all?
She was used to being ignored. At least, by anyone close to her own age. Why would that be any different now?
His laughter made her flush a little more, but also put her at ease. It was the friendliest he had been so far. It was a nice change really. Maybe it was because they were in his domain now - somewhere he felt comfortable. Either way, she was going to enjoy it while he lasted. Her eyes shifted to the TV as he asked about the basketball game he had on. “Casually. I watch with Andre sometimes,” she replied without thinking before realizing she had just confessed her only friends were her family’s employees. Followed by the realization that Kyros would have no idea who Andre was. That was a relief at least. She couldn’t help but feel certain he would have teased her mercilessly otherwise.
“And no. I enjoy all forms of media. Even sports,” she answered with a chuckle as she walked around to sit on the opposite side of the couch, curling her legs up beneath her. “So who’s playing and who are we rooting for?”
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Essa in her sheltered innocence, was entirely oblivious of the thoughts running through her guard’s mind. After all, that skirt was a part of her uniform - something she never would have picked for herself, yet she wore daily. And she never caught him peeking at her as she changed. And how was she to know that the view of her in his shirt and nothing else would hold any interest for him at all?
She was used to being ignored. At least, by anyone close to her own age. Why would that be any different now?
His laughter made her flush a little more, but also put her at ease. It was the friendliest he had been so far. It was a nice change really. Maybe it was because they were in his domain now - somewhere he felt comfortable. Either way, she was going to enjoy it while he lasted. Her eyes shifted to the TV as he asked about the basketball game he had on. “Casually. I watch with Andre sometimes,” she replied without thinking before realizing she had just confessed her only friends were her family’s employees. Followed by the realization that Kyros would have no idea who Andre was. That was a relief at least. She couldn’t help but feel certain he would have teased her mercilessly otherwise.
“And no. I enjoy all forms of media. Even sports,” she answered with a chuckle as she walked around to sit on the opposite side of the couch, curling her legs up beneath her. “So who’s playing and who are we rooting for?”
Essa in her sheltered innocence, was entirely oblivious of the thoughts running through her guard’s mind. After all, that skirt was a part of her uniform - something she never would have picked for herself, yet she wore daily. And she never caught him peeking at her as she changed. And how was she to know that the view of her in his shirt and nothing else would hold any interest for him at all?
She was used to being ignored. At least, by anyone close to her own age. Why would that be any different now?
His laughter made her flush a little more, but also put her at ease. It was the friendliest he had been so far. It was a nice change really. Maybe it was because they were in his domain now - somewhere he felt comfortable. Either way, she was going to enjoy it while he lasted. Her eyes shifted to the TV as he asked about the basketball game he had on. “Casually. I watch with Andre sometimes,” she replied without thinking before realizing she had just confessed her only friends were her family’s employees. Followed by the realization that Kyros would have no idea who Andre was. That was a relief at least. She couldn’t help but feel certain he would have teased her mercilessly otherwise.
“And no. I enjoy all forms of media. Even sports,” she answered with a chuckle as she walked around to sit on the opposite side of the couch, curling her legs up beneath her. “So who’s playing and who are we rooting for?”
Kyros gave her a curious look but didn’t press for information about the name she mentioned. He didn’t care really. She was just a job. One he hoped would be over and done with soon. But he was surprised when she said she liked sports. He wouldn’t have expected her to even know what a basketball game was! “Bulls and Pacers.” He turned his head a bit to look at her. She was in his room, on his couch. In his shirt. What the hell was happening here? When this was all done, he was going to have to have a word with Moretti. His gaze fell to her knees, still bared to his view, cause no matter how she pulled it, the shirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover her legs entirely the way she was sitting. He supposed there were ‘some’ advantages to the situation. He looked back to the large screen on the wall. “We want the Bulls to win. Red jerseys.”
He fell silent, focused on the game - for the most part - now. Though he was still fully aware of her sitting at the other end of the couch just out of arm's reach. One of the players on his team made a foul, granting the Pacers a free throw. “Oh come on. You know better than that!” He threw his hands up as he yelled, as if the offending player could actually hear him. “They gotta stop leaving that one in play for so long. He gets stupid after a while,” he said looking in her direction. He stood up from the couch and headed back over to the kitchen area. The rum he’d downed before had kicked in and he felt a bit more relaxed than he had earlier. He was not a lightweight drinker though, so he was far from even being buzzed. He pulled a beer from the fridge, paused a moment, then grabbed another. He set one in front of her on the table as he passed by her to sit back down just as the free throws were finishing up. “And of course he didn’t miss a single one. Fuck.” He opened the bottle of beer and took a long drag of the drink, resuming his posture from before he’d gotten up.
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Kyros gave her a curious look but didn’t press for information about the name she mentioned. He didn’t care really. She was just a job. One he hoped would be over and done with soon. But he was surprised when she said she liked sports. He wouldn’t have expected her to even know what a basketball game was! “Bulls and Pacers.” He turned his head a bit to look at her. She was in his room, on his couch. In his shirt. What the hell was happening here? When this was all done, he was going to have to have a word with Moretti. His gaze fell to her knees, still bared to his view, cause no matter how she pulled it, the shirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover her legs entirely the way she was sitting. He supposed there were ‘some’ advantages to the situation. He looked back to the large screen on the wall. “We want the Bulls to win. Red jerseys.”
He fell silent, focused on the game - for the most part - now. Though he was still fully aware of her sitting at the other end of the couch just out of arm's reach. One of the players on his team made a foul, granting the Pacers a free throw. “Oh come on. You know better than that!” He threw his hands up as he yelled, as if the offending player could actually hear him. “They gotta stop leaving that one in play for so long. He gets stupid after a while,” he said looking in her direction. He stood up from the couch and headed back over to the kitchen area. The rum he’d downed before had kicked in and he felt a bit more relaxed than he had earlier. He was not a lightweight drinker though, so he was far from even being buzzed. He pulled a beer from the fridge, paused a moment, then grabbed another. He set one in front of her on the table as he passed by her to sit back down just as the free throws were finishing up. “And of course he didn’t miss a single one. Fuck.” He opened the bottle of beer and took a long drag of the drink, resuming his posture from before he’d gotten up.
Kyros gave her a curious look but didn’t press for information about the name she mentioned. He didn’t care really. She was just a job. One he hoped would be over and done with soon. But he was surprised when she said she liked sports. He wouldn’t have expected her to even know what a basketball game was! “Bulls and Pacers.” He turned his head a bit to look at her. She was in his room, on his couch. In his shirt. What the hell was happening here? When this was all done, he was going to have to have a word with Moretti. His gaze fell to her knees, still bared to his view, cause no matter how she pulled it, the shirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover her legs entirely the way she was sitting. He supposed there were ‘some’ advantages to the situation. He looked back to the large screen on the wall. “We want the Bulls to win. Red jerseys.”
He fell silent, focused on the game - for the most part - now. Though he was still fully aware of her sitting at the other end of the couch just out of arm's reach. One of the players on his team made a foul, granting the Pacers a free throw. “Oh come on. You know better than that!” He threw his hands up as he yelled, as if the offending player could actually hear him. “They gotta stop leaving that one in play for so long. He gets stupid after a while,” he said looking in her direction. He stood up from the couch and headed back over to the kitchen area. The rum he’d downed before had kicked in and he felt a bit more relaxed than he had earlier. He was not a lightweight drinker though, so he was far from even being buzzed. He pulled a beer from the fridge, paused a moment, then grabbed another. He set one in front of her on the table as he passed by her to sit back down just as the free throws were finishing up. “And of course he didn’t miss a single one. Fuck.” He opened the bottle of beer and took a long drag of the drink, resuming his posture from before he’d gotten up.
Essa nodded as he answered her questions, her eyes focusing on the team in red. However, as the game continued, she found herself watching him almost more than the game itself. It was easier when his focus on something else other than her. He seemed more relaxed - less on edge at least. Though he was clearly invested in the game, watching carefully, reactions to every victory and blunder playing across his face. The more she watched him, the more at ease she began to feel, her legs relaxing instead of desperately trying to hide.
He intrigued her. He was so different from anyone she had ever met and now that he didn’t seem fixated on scaring her, his company was actually... pleasant.
She jumped slightly as he shouted at the television, throwing his hands in the air. She winced a little in sympathy as he explained. “I take it that happens often then?” She shook her head. “If it keeps happening, they should be switching him out more, keeping him fresh instead of letting him get sloppy. That’s just common sense.” Her eyes shifted back to the screen as he got up, even as she absently wondered what he was doing, only to be answered by the sound of the fridge door. She considered asking if he had something she could drink as well, but held back.
Apparently she was none too eager for him to see her as a spoiled princess again.
Yet as he took his seat again, he paused to set a beer on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly, unsure what to do. She had never had a beer before, but she didn’t want to reject it. Instead she tentatively picked it up, looking over at him as he took a long swig of his own drink. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it for a moment before making her decision.
Opening her own bottle, she took a similar drink, trying hard not to choke on the unfamiliar taste, nor end up with it going up her nose. God, the last thing she wanted was for him to end up mocking her for her inability to drink properly. She managed though - though the bottle was near half empty already. She sipped at it the next few moments, trying to fill in the void of sudden awkwardness she felt as he cursed at the screen.
Which only meant she finished the bottle faster than she should have. Especially on an empty stomach.
A little later, she was feeling plenty relaxed, her legs stretching out in front of her, arms lifting over her head. An action that lifted the hem of the skirt to her hips, hinting at the white lace she wore beneath it. Not that she noticed. Her head flopped to the side, looking at Kyros and reaching out to nudge his arm where it sat across the back of the couch, her tongue loosened by the all too powerful influence of alcohol in her tiny, pure body.
“You have a really nice place you know,” she said with a giggle. “I guess it’s worth the...” Her words dropped off as she mimed a slice across the throat. “How did you end up doing that anyway? Doesn’t seem like a job anyone goes looking for. Run in the family or something?”
Her eyes lit up as she sat up straighter. “Oh my god, was that your dad I met earlier?”
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Essa nodded as he answered her questions, her eyes focusing on the team in red. However, as the game continued, she found herself watching him almost more than the game itself. It was easier when his focus on something else other than her. He seemed more relaxed - less on edge at least. Though he was clearly invested in the game, watching carefully, reactions to every victory and blunder playing across his face. The more she watched him, the more at ease she began to feel, her legs relaxing instead of desperately trying to hide.
He intrigued her. He was so different from anyone she had ever met and now that he didn’t seem fixated on scaring her, his company was actually... pleasant.
She jumped slightly as he shouted at the television, throwing his hands in the air. She winced a little in sympathy as he explained. “I take it that happens often then?” She shook her head. “If it keeps happening, they should be switching him out more, keeping him fresh instead of letting him get sloppy. That’s just common sense.” Her eyes shifted back to the screen as he got up, even as she absently wondered what he was doing, only to be answered by the sound of the fridge door. She considered asking if he had something she could drink as well, but held back.
Apparently she was none too eager for him to see her as a spoiled princess again.
Yet as he took his seat again, he paused to set a beer on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly, unsure what to do. She had never had a beer before, but she didn’t want to reject it. Instead she tentatively picked it up, looking over at him as he took a long swig of his own drink. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it for a moment before making her decision.
Opening her own bottle, she took a similar drink, trying hard not to choke on the unfamiliar taste, nor end up with it going up her nose. God, the last thing she wanted was for him to end up mocking her for her inability to drink properly. She managed though - though the bottle was near half empty already. She sipped at it the next few moments, trying to fill in the void of sudden awkwardness she felt as he cursed at the screen.
Which only meant she finished the bottle faster than she should have. Especially on an empty stomach.
A little later, she was feeling plenty relaxed, her legs stretching out in front of her, arms lifting over her head. An action that lifted the hem of the skirt to her hips, hinting at the white lace she wore beneath it. Not that she noticed. Her head flopped to the side, looking at Kyros and reaching out to nudge his arm where it sat across the back of the couch, her tongue loosened by the all too powerful influence of alcohol in her tiny, pure body.
“You have a really nice place you know,” she said with a giggle. “I guess it’s worth the...” Her words dropped off as she mimed a slice across the throat. “How did you end up doing that anyway? Doesn’t seem like a job anyone goes looking for. Run in the family or something?”
Her eyes lit up as she sat up straighter. “Oh my god, was that your dad I met earlier?”
Essa nodded as he answered her questions, her eyes focusing on the team in red. However, as the game continued, she found herself watching him almost more than the game itself. It was easier when his focus on something else other than her. He seemed more relaxed - less on edge at least. Though he was clearly invested in the game, watching carefully, reactions to every victory and blunder playing across his face. The more she watched him, the more at ease she began to feel, her legs relaxing instead of desperately trying to hide.
He intrigued her. He was so different from anyone she had ever met and now that he didn’t seem fixated on scaring her, his company was actually... pleasant.
She jumped slightly as he shouted at the television, throwing his hands in the air. She winced a little in sympathy as he explained. “I take it that happens often then?” She shook her head. “If it keeps happening, they should be switching him out more, keeping him fresh instead of letting him get sloppy. That’s just common sense.” Her eyes shifted back to the screen as he got up, even as she absently wondered what he was doing, only to be answered by the sound of the fridge door. She considered asking if he had something she could drink as well, but held back.
Apparently she was none too eager for him to see her as a spoiled princess again.
Yet as he took his seat again, he paused to set a beer on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly, unsure what to do. She had never had a beer before, but she didn’t want to reject it. Instead she tentatively picked it up, looking over at him as he took a long swig of his own drink. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it for a moment before making her decision.
Opening her own bottle, she took a similar drink, trying hard not to choke on the unfamiliar taste, nor end up with it going up her nose. God, the last thing she wanted was for him to end up mocking her for her inability to drink properly. She managed though - though the bottle was near half empty already. She sipped at it the next few moments, trying to fill in the void of sudden awkwardness she felt as he cursed at the screen.
Which only meant she finished the bottle faster than she should have. Especially on an empty stomach.
A little later, she was feeling plenty relaxed, her legs stretching out in front of her, arms lifting over her head. An action that lifted the hem of the skirt to her hips, hinting at the white lace she wore beneath it. Not that she noticed. Her head flopped to the side, looking at Kyros and reaching out to nudge his arm where it sat across the back of the couch, her tongue loosened by the all too powerful influence of alcohol in her tiny, pure body.
“You have a really nice place you know,” she said with a giggle. “I guess it’s worth the...” Her words dropped off as she mimed a slice across the throat. “How did you end up doing that anyway? Doesn’t seem like a job anyone goes looking for. Run in the family or something?”
Her eyes lit up as she sat up straighter. “Oh my god, was that your dad I met earlier?”
Kyros felt her touch his arm - his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched - heard Essa start talking, but he was going to ignore it. Until she giggled. Fucking giggled! He titled his head in her direction, quirking a brow at her mimic of slitting someone's throat open. Obviously she watched too many movies, cause that’s not where you really made the cut effectively. He took another swig of the beer he’d been nursing as she continued to speak. He took note of how she was sitting, the way her words slurred just the tiniest bit. Fuck. She was drunk. He looked at the table. Nope only one beer bottle sat there… apparently empty. Fucking princess! Shit. He sat up straighter, his feet hitting the floor. “Or something.” He started to take another drink of his beer, but her next words caught him so completely off guard, more the way she said it than the words themselves. He choked on the drink, coughing and sputtering. He set the bottle on the table and wiped his mouth, catching his breath. ”What? No. Moretti is not… he’s not my father.” He shook his head, cleared his throat as he got to his feet. He snatched up the remote and turned off the TV, even though the game was barely half over. He had a feeling he wouldn’t get to enjoy the rest of it anyways. He scooped up his half empty bottle and walked away. Come on, boss. Make the call. Let me put this bitch out of my misery. He opened the glass door he approached, stepping out on the small balcony. He leaned on the railing, looking out on the grounds three stories below them.
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Kyros felt her touch his arm - his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched - heard Essa start talking, but he was going to ignore it. Until she giggled. Fucking giggled! He titled his head in her direction, quirking a brow at her mimic of slitting someone's throat open. Obviously she watched too many movies, cause that’s not where you really made the cut effectively. He took another swig of the beer he’d been nursing as she continued to speak. He took note of how she was sitting, the way her words slurred just the tiniest bit. Fuck. She was drunk. He looked at the table. Nope only one beer bottle sat there… apparently empty. Fucking princess! Shit. He sat up straighter, his feet hitting the floor. “Or something.” He started to take another drink of his beer, but her next words caught him so completely off guard, more the way she said it than the words themselves. He choked on the drink, coughing and sputtering. He set the bottle on the table and wiped his mouth, catching his breath. ”What? No. Moretti is not… he’s not my father.” He shook his head, cleared his throat as he got to his feet. He snatched up the remote and turned off the TV, even though the game was barely half over. He had a feeling he wouldn’t get to enjoy the rest of it anyways. He scooped up his half empty bottle and walked away. Come on, boss. Make the call. Let me put this bitch out of my misery. He opened the glass door he approached, stepping out on the small balcony. He leaned on the railing, looking out on the grounds three stories below them.
Kyros felt her touch his arm - his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched - heard Essa start talking, but he was going to ignore it. Until she giggled. Fucking giggled! He titled his head in her direction, quirking a brow at her mimic of slitting someone's throat open. Obviously she watched too many movies, cause that’s not where you really made the cut effectively. He took another swig of the beer he’d been nursing as she continued to speak. He took note of how she was sitting, the way her words slurred just the tiniest bit. Fuck. She was drunk. He looked at the table. Nope only one beer bottle sat there… apparently empty. Fucking princess! Shit. He sat up straighter, his feet hitting the floor. “Or something.” He started to take another drink of his beer, but her next words caught him so completely off guard, more the way she said it than the words themselves. He choked on the drink, coughing and sputtering. He set the bottle on the table and wiped his mouth, catching his breath. ”What? No. Moretti is not… he’s not my father.” He shook his head, cleared his throat as he got to his feet. He snatched up the remote and turned off the TV, even though the game was barely half over. He had a feeling he wouldn’t get to enjoy the rest of it anyways. He scooped up his half empty bottle and walked away. Come on, boss. Make the call. Let me put this bitch out of my misery. He opened the glass door he approached, stepping out on the small balcony. He leaned on the railing, looking out on the grounds three stories below them.
The change in his attitude was apparent as soon as he looked at her, his eyes narrowed in that way that always seemed to mean he was finding her aggravating. She didn’t think much of her questions or musings; her inhibitions were lowered just enough that she was speaking as the thoughts occurred to her. He gave a grumbling reply that might as well have just not been said since it told her absolutely nothing about him.
Suddenly he was choking on his drink. She immediately leaned forward, concerned about him. “Oh my god, are you okay?” She didn’t think that her words were the cause until he finally spoke. “Oh,” she muttered, slightly disappointed by his answer for reasons she couldn’t even guess. She pouted as he stood up, turning off the TV and beginning to stalk off.
“Nooo, don’t be like that, bring nice Kyros back!” she called out after him.
She didn’t think twice before stumbling her way after him out onto the balcony. “What did I do to annoy you this time?” she asked, her expression clearly crestfallen. “I know you hate me, but I don’t get why. Is it just a money thing?” she asked, her face twisting in confusion. “Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live,” she said gesturing around them.
Shaking her head, she leaned at the balcony’s edge, looking out over the property spread out before them. It was so different than the view from her home. Her father was all about city views, not nature. “Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!” she gushed, leaning out over the balcony to try and look closer at the distant water feature. The movement had his shirt riding up, revealing the entirety of her panties to him as her behind lifted into the air, even more so as she reached out to point a finger ahead. Of course, with only one hand to steady her, she tipped forward dangerously, even as her tipsy state kept her entirely unconcerned about this fact.
“Look! There’s ducks and fish and everything! That is so awesome!”
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The change in his attitude was apparent as soon as he looked at her, his eyes narrowed in that way that always seemed to mean he was finding her aggravating. She didn’t think much of her questions or musings; her inhibitions were lowered just enough that she was speaking as the thoughts occurred to her. He gave a grumbling reply that might as well have just not been said since it told her absolutely nothing about him.
Suddenly he was choking on his drink. She immediately leaned forward, concerned about him. “Oh my god, are you okay?” She didn’t think that her words were the cause until he finally spoke. “Oh,” she muttered, slightly disappointed by his answer for reasons she couldn’t even guess. She pouted as he stood up, turning off the TV and beginning to stalk off.
“Nooo, don’t be like that, bring nice Kyros back!” she called out after him.
She didn’t think twice before stumbling her way after him out onto the balcony. “What did I do to annoy you this time?” she asked, her expression clearly crestfallen. “I know you hate me, but I don’t get why. Is it just a money thing?” she asked, her face twisting in confusion. “Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live,” she said gesturing around them.
Shaking her head, she leaned at the balcony’s edge, looking out over the property spread out before them. It was so different than the view from her home. Her father was all about city views, not nature. “Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!” she gushed, leaning out over the balcony to try and look closer at the distant water feature. The movement had his shirt riding up, revealing the entirety of her panties to him as her behind lifted into the air, even more so as she reached out to point a finger ahead. Of course, with only one hand to steady her, she tipped forward dangerously, even as her tipsy state kept her entirely unconcerned about this fact.
“Look! There’s ducks and fish and everything! That is so awesome!”
The change in his attitude was apparent as soon as he looked at her, his eyes narrowed in that way that always seemed to mean he was finding her aggravating. She didn’t think much of her questions or musings; her inhibitions were lowered just enough that she was speaking as the thoughts occurred to her. He gave a grumbling reply that might as well have just not been said since it told her absolutely nothing about him.
Suddenly he was choking on his drink. She immediately leaned forward, concerned about him. “Oh my god, are you okay?” She didn’t think that her words were the cause until he finally spoke. “Oh,” she muttered, slightly disappointed by his answer for reasons she couldn’t even guess. She pouted as he stood up, turning off the TV and beginning to stalk off.
“Nooo, don’t be like that, bring nice Kyros back!” she called out after him.
She didn’t think twice before stumbling her way after him out onto the balcony. “What did I do to annoy you this time?” she asked, her expression clearly crestfallen. “I know you hate me, but I don’t get why. Is it just a money thing?” she asked, her face twisting in confusion. “Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live,” she said gesturing around them.
Shaking her head, she leaned at the balcony’s edge, looking out over the property spread out before them. It was so different than the view from her home. Her father was all about city views, not nature. “Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!” she gushed, leaning out over the balcony to try and look closer at the distant water feature. The movement had his shirt riding up, revealing the entirety of her panties to him as her behind lifted into the air, even more so as she reached out to point a finger ahead. Of course, with only one hand to steady her, she tipped forward dangerously, even as her tipsy state kept her entirely unconcerned about this fact.
“Look! There’s ducks and fish and everything! That is so awesome!”
‘...Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live.’
Kyros let out an audible huff. Why the fuck did she follow him? “The difference is I didn’t just have everything handed to me. I had to claw and fight my way to where I am today. I have to work hard to keep the things I have. You… you are just a spoiled, pampered, princess that has never worked a day in her life.” He took another drink of the beer in his hand, clearly irritated that Essa even existed. He hated people like her because they took everything they had for granted, never thought twice about the people that went without. About the kids that didn’t have homes, or weren’t safe in the homes they had. No… it wasn’t just about money. His animosity ran much deeper than that.
‘Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!’
Apparently his words fell on deaf ears. Typical fucking princess. Irritated, he pushed off the railing and stepped back, intending to go back inside where she wasn’t. He paused when he realized just how much his shirt had ridden up on her, those white panties laid out for him to see up close and personal. Holy hell. She may be a princess but she had a damn fine ass. One of her feet left the ground, the other dangerously close to following suit. “Shit. Hey!” He quickly set the beer bottle down and moved up behind her, one arm wrapped around and right over her breasts, the other slipped in around her waist. “I would gladly let you fall to your death, princess, but then I’d be taking shit for it. And I’m not about to be in trouble because you wanted to be stupid.” He held her firmly against his muscled chest until they were safely back inside. Even then he only let go with the arm that was wrapped around her chest so that he could shut and lock the glass door. Once the door was secure, he turned her around in his arms and leveled that hard grey gaze on her. “What the fuck were you thinking, leaning over the balcony like that? You only had one damn beer! What is wrong with you?”
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‘...Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live.’
Kyros let out an audible huff. Why the fuck did she follow him? “The difference is I didn’t just have everything handed to me. I had to claw and fight my way to where I am today. I have to work hard to keep the things I have. You… you are just a spoiled, pampered, princess that has never worked a day in her life.” He took another drink of the beer in his hand, clearly irritated that Essa even existed. He hated people like her because they took everything they had for granted, never thought twice about the people that went without. About the kids that didn’t have homes, or weren’t safe in the homes they had. No… it wasn’t just about money. His animosity ran much deeper than that.
‘Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!’
Apparently his words fell on deaf ears. Typical fucking princess. Irritated, he pushed off the railing and stepped back, intending to go back inside where she wasn’t. He paused when he realized just how much his shirt had ridden up on her, those white panties laid out for him to see up close and personal. Holy hell. She may be a princess but she had a damn fine ass. One of her feet left the ground, the other dangerously close to following suit. “Shit. Hey!” He quickly set the beer bottle down and moved up behind her, one arm wrapped around and right over her breasts, the other slipped in around her waist. “I would gladly let you fall to your death, princess, but then I’d be taking shit for it. And I’m not about to be in trouble because you wanted to be stupid.” He held her firmly against his muscled chest until they were safely back inside. Even then he only let go with the arm that was wrapped around her chest so that he could shut and lock the glass door. Once the door was secure, he turned her around in his arms and leveled that hard grey gaze on her. “What the fuck were you thinking, leaning over the balcony like that? You only had one damn beer! What is wrong with you?”
‘...Because that seems kinda silly. I mean, look where you live.’
Kyros let out an audible huff. Why the fuck did she follow him? “The difference is I didn’t just have everything handed to me. I had to claw and fight my way to where I am today. I have to work hard to keep the things I have. You… you are just a spoiled, pampered, princess that has never worked a day in her life.” He took another drink of the beer in his hand, clearly irritated that Essa even existed. He hated people like her because they took everything they had for granted, never thought twice about the people that went without. About the kids that didn’t have homes, or weren’t safe in the homes they had. No… it wasn’t just about money. His animosity ran much deeper than that.
‘Wait, is that a pond? Holy crap, it’s so big it could practically be a lake!’
Apparently his words fell on deaf ears. Typical fucking princess. Irritated, he pushed off the railing and stepped back, intending to go back inside where she wasn’t. He paused when he realized just how much his shirt had ridden up on her, those white panties laid out for him to see up close and personal. Holy hell. She may be a princess but she had a damn fine ass. One of her feet left the ground, the other dangerously close to following suit. “Shit. Hey!” He quickly set the beer bottle down and moved up behind her, one arm wrapped around and right over her breasts, the other slipped in around her waist. “I would gladly let you fall to your death, princess, but then I’d be taking shit for it. And I’m not about to be in trouble because you wanted to be stupid.” He held her firmly against his muscled chest until they were safely back inside. Even then he only let go with the arm that was wrapped around her chest so that he could shut and lock the glass door. Once the door was secure, he turned her around in his arms and leveled that hard grey gaze on her. “What the fuck were you thinking, leaning over the balcony like that? You only had one damn beer! What is wrong with you?”
Essa could only flush at his words, reminding her that she had done nothing to earn the excess that she was constantly surrounded by. After all, she couldn’t really argue his point. Even if she had tried to get several internships before finding out her father was interfering because no daughter of his was going to be seen working. It was an insult to his empire apparently.
But she hadn’t fought him on it. And that was on her. She could have tried harder.
So she distracted herself by the pretty views from the balcony. Though she wasn’t paying close enough attention to matters like gravity as she balanced herself on the precarious edge of the balcony railing. Suddenly, she felt his arms around her, holding her tightly against his body. Her feet dangled above the ground and she could feel the firmness of his muscles pressed against her back and wrapped around her. Her instinctive impulse to kick and struggle quickly fading as a crimson blush spread over her skin at the sudden closeness to a man she was all too aware was attractive.
She flinched at his scolding, knowing she deserved it even as tears sprung into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” It had been stupid. “I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted softly, thankful for the height difference between them. It made it easier to avoid his gaze - the one she could feel burning through her. She sighed heavily, knowing she had to be honest.
“It was my first beer, okay? I didn’t know it would affect me like that.” Her head bowed a little lower, ashamed of the admission. Of course, her stomach made a point of growling loudly. “Oops, I skipped breakfast today… Don’t worry about it, I’m fine though,” she muttered, her blush growing hotter still on her face. She didn’t drink enough to know that was in any way relevant however. All she knew was that she didn’t dare ask him to do anything more for her. Not after what had just happened. Not when he was already so angry with her. She was more focused on the words he had said earlier, reminding her that there was plenty of reason to hate her. She just wished that he wouldn’t. She had never handled conflict well - she was just too sensitive for all that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you. I just... I didn’t want to be left alone... Or admit that you were right about me.”
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Essa could only flush at his words, reminding her that she had done nothing to earn the excess that she was constantly surrounded by. After all, she couldn’t really argue his point. Even if she had tried to get several internships before finding out her father was interfering because no daughter of his was going to be seen working. It was an insult to his empire apparently.
But she hadn’t fought him on it. And that was on her. She could have tried harder.
So she distracted herself by the pretty views from the balcony. Though she wasn’t paying close enough attention to matters like gravity as she balanced herself on the precarious edge of the balcony railing. Suddenly, she felt his arms around her, holding her tightly against his body. Her feet dangled above the ground and she could feel the firmness of his muscles pressed against her back and wrapped around her. Her instinctive impulse to kick and struggle quickly fading as a crimson blush spread over her skin at the sudden closeness to a man she was all too aware was attractive.
She flinched at his scolding, knowing she deserved it even as tears sprung into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” It had been stupid. “I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted softly, thankful for the height difference between them. It made it easier to avoid his gaze - the one she could feel burning through her. She sighed heavily, knowing she had to be honest.
“It was my first beer, okay? I didn’t know it would affect me like that.” Her head bowed a little lower, ashamed of the admission. Of course, her stomach made a point of growling loudly. “Oops, I skipped breakfast today… Don’t worry about it, I’m fine though,” she muttered, her blush growing hotter still on her face. She didn’t drink enough to know that was in any way relevant however. All she knew was that she didn’t dare ask him to do anything more for her. Not after what had just happened. Not when he was already so angry with her. She was more focused on the words he had said earlier, reminding her that there was plenty of reason to hate her. She just wished that he wouldn’t. She had never handled conflict well - she was just too sensitive for all that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you. I just... I didn’t want to be left alone... Or admit that you were right about me.”
Essa could only flush at his words, reminding her that she had done nothing to earn the excess that she was constantly surrounded by. After all, she couldn’t really argue his point. Even if she had tried to get several internships before finding out her father was interfering because no daughter of his was going to be seen working. It was an insult to his empire apparently.
But she hadn’t fought him on it. And that was on her. She could have tried harder.
So she distracted herself by the pretty views from the balcony. Though she wasn’t paying close enough attention to matters like gravity as she balanced herself on the precarious edge of the balcony railing. Suddenly, she felt his arms around her, holding her tightly against his body. Her feet dangled above the ground and she could feel the firmness of his muscles pressed against her back and wrapped around her. Her instinctive impulse to kick and struggle quickly fading as a crimson blush spread over her skin at the sudden closeness to a man she was all too aware was attractive.
She flinched at his scolding, knowing she deserved it even as tears sprung into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” It had been stupid. “I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted softly, thankful for the height difference between them. It made it easier to avoid his gaze - the one she could feel burning through her. She sighed heavily, knowing she had to be honest.
“It was my first beer, okay? I didn’t know it would affect me like that.” Her head bowed a little lower, ashamed of the admission. Of course, her stomach made a point of growling loudly. “Oops, I skipped breakfast today… Don’t worry about it, I’m fine though,” she muttered, her blush growing hotter still on her face. She didn’t drink enough to know that was in any way relevant however. All she knew was that she didn’t dare ask him to do anything more for her. Not after what had just happened. Not when he was already so angry with her. She was more focused on the words he had said earlier, reminding her that there was plenty of reason to hate her. She just wished that he wouldn’t. She had never handled conflict well - she was just too sensitive for all that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse for you. I just... I didn’t want to be left alone... Or admit that you were right about me.”
Kyros sighed, closing his eyes at her admission of it being her first beer. Great. Just great. Her stomach growled. He growled. Even better. “You’re not fine.” His tone was gruff and impatient. He lifted a hand to grip her chin and tilt her head back, looking at her eyes. She already had a bit of a glassy look going on. The meager alcohol had hit her hard, that was for sure. He muttered an incoherent curse and put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her over to his little table he rarely even actually used. In fact it was covered in mail and papers, and a few textbooks on various plants. “You need to sit.”
He paused before moving away from Essa. Her words caught him off guard, once more. WHy would she care if he was making things worse for him? He liked being left alone. It always struck him as odd when others didn’t. But at least she seemed to have actually heard his words before. Seemed to see the truth in the words. Good. IF she survived this - which he highly doubted - maybe she’d do something to change it. He doubted that too though. Most likely she’d return to her sheltered life on easy street and forget about all of this. And she would go on living that pampered princess life. He narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched, and headed for the kitchen cabinets. There weren’t many in the small kitchenette. But still he had to look in nearly all of them to find what he’d done with the bagels. He pulled one out of the bag and heated it up in the microwave for a few seconds. He brought it over and - after moving a few things out of the way - set the plate on the table in front of her. “Bread soaks up the alcohol.” He remained standing, towering over her, waiting for her to start eating. He didn’t want to deal with her sickness later because she drank on an empty stomach. “Why did you drink it if you’d never had a beer before? How have you never had a beer before?” Not that he really cared, but he found that he was curious as to how she’d gone through her teens and not gotten drunk with her friends. Wasn’t that something everyone did anymore?
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Kyros sighed, closing his eyes at her admission of it being her first beer. Great. Just great. Her stomach growled. He growled. Even better. “You’re not fine.” His tone was gruff and impatient. He lifted a hand to grip her chin and tilt her head back, looking at her eyes. She already had a bit of a glassy look going on. The meager alcohol had hit her hard, that was for sure. He muttered an incoherent curse and put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her over to his little table he rarely even actually used. In fact it was covered in mail and papers, and a few textbooks on various plants. “You need to sit.”
He paused before moving away from Essa. Her words caught him off guard, once more. WHy would she care if he was making things worse for him? He liked being left alone. It always struck him as odd when others didn’t. But at least she seemed to have actually heard his words before. Seemed to see the truth in the words. Good. IF she survived this - which he highly doubted - maybe she’d do something to change it. He doubted that too though. Most likely she’d return to her sheltered life on easy street and forget about all of this. And she would go on living that pampered princess life. He narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched, and headed for the kitchen cabinets. There weren’t many in the small kitchenette. But still he had to look in nearly all of them to find what he’d done with the bagels. He pulled one out of the bag and heated it up in the microwave for a few seconds. He brought it over and - after moving a few things out of the way - set the plate on the table in front of her. “Bread soaks up the alcohol.” He remained standing, towering over her, waiting for her to start eating. He didn’t want to deal with her sickness later because she drank on an empty stomach. “Why did you drink it if you’d never had a beer before? How have you never had a beer before?” Not that he really cared, but he found that he was curious as to how she’d gone through her teens and not gotten drunk with her friends. Wasn’t that something everyone did anymore?
Kyros sighed, closing his eyes at her admission of it being her first beer. Great. Just great. Her stomach growled. He growled. Even better. “You’re not fine.” His tone was gruff and impatient. He lifted a hand to grip her chin and tilt her head back, looking at her eyes. She already had a bit of a glassy look going on. The meager alcohol had hit her hard, that was for sure. He muttered an incoherent curse and put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her over to his little table he rarely even actually used. In fact it was covered in mail and papers, and a few textbooks on various plants. “You need to sit.”
He paused before moving away from Essa. Her words caught him off guard, once more. WHy would she care if he was making things worse for him? He liked being left alone. It always struck him as odd when others didn’t. But at least she seemed to have actually heard his words before. Seemed to see the truth in the words. Good. IF she survived this - which he highly doubted - maybe she’d do something to change it. He doubted that too though. Most likely she’d return to her sheltered life on easy street and forget about all of this. And she would go on living that pampered princess life. He narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched, and headed for the kitchen cabinets. There weren’t many in the small kitchenette. But still he had to look in nearly all of them to find what he’d done with the bagels. He pulled one out of the bag and heated it up in the microwave for a few seconds. He brought it over and - after moving a few things out of the way - set the plate on the table in front of her. “Bread soaks up the alcohol.” He remained standing, towering over her, waiting for her to start eating. He didn’t want to deal with her sickness later because she drank on an empty stomach. “Why did you drink it if you’d never had a beer before? How have you never had a beer before?” Not that he really cared, but he found that he was curious as to how she’d gone through her teens and not gotten drunk with her friends. Wasn’t that something everyone did anymore?
Her shoulders folded in as he insisted she was not fine. But as his hand found her chin and lifted her face up towards him, she didn’t resist, even as her expression was positively sullen. She didn’t know what he was looking for. Chances were he just didn’t want her avoiding his gaze as he reminded her how awful and stupid she was. Nonetheless, she forced herself to look up at him, meeting his gray eyes with her own deep hazel ones.
She didn’t fight him as he pushed her by the shoulders and ordered her to sit. She was feeling far too foolish and contrite to put up any kind of a fuss. She watched as he searched his kitchen, even as her mind raced over his words once more. She tried to be different, to be more, but she was no better than any other of the spoiled girls at her school. Not really.
Not in any way that mattered.
She looked up at the beep of the microwave, the sudden noise startling her from her thoughts. She nodded thoughtfully as she took the bagel in hand, taking a bite. His logic made sense and she suddenly understood. “Oh. No wonder it hit me so bad, huh?” she asked softly, looking up at him. She took another bite, chewing slowly as he questioned her. It did seem pretty silly when he put it that way.
“I’m only eighteen, you know. I can’t even legally drink!” she protested, bristling at his implication. Mostly because she knew it was right. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from grumbling. “It really shouldn’t be that big of a surprise.” She really didn’t want to explain she didn’t have friends her own age. Or really ever leave her house aside from school. That just seemed too pathetic whenever it was said aloud.
“You gave it to me,” she answered finally with a shrug. “It was the second nice thing you did for me and I didn’t want to turn my nose up at it. I was afraid you’d think I was being snobby. But I really did appreciate it. I just tried to follow your lead and I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal...” She sighed heavily, hanging her head. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
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Her shoulders folded in as he insisted she was not fine. But as his hand found her chin and lifted her face up towards him, she didn’t resist, even as her expression was positively sullen. She didn’t know what he was looking for. Chances were he just didn’t want her avoiding his gaze as he reminded her how awful and stupid she was. Nonetheless, she forced herself to look up at him, meeting his gray eyes with her own deep hazel ones.
She didn’t fight him as he pushed her by the shoulders and ordered her to sit. She was feeling far too foolish and contrite to put up any kind of a fuss. She watched as he searched his kitchen, even as her mind raced over his words once more. She tried to be different, to be more, but she was no better than any other of the spoiled girls at her school. Not really.
Not in any way that mattered.
She looked up at the beep of the microwave, the sudden noise startling her from her thoughts. She nodded thoughtfully as she took the bagel in hand, taking a bite. His logic made sense and she suddenly understood. “Oh. No wonder it hit me so bad, huh?” she asked softly, looking up at him. She took another bite, chewing slowly as he questioned her. It did seem pretty silly when he put it that way.
“I’m only eighteen, you know. I can’t even legally drink!” she protested, bristling at his implication. Mostly because she knew it was right. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from grumbling. “It really shouldn’t be that big of a surprise.” She really didn’t want to explain she didn’t have friends her own age. Or really ever leave her house aside from school. That just seemed too pathetic whenever it was said aloud.
“You gave it to me,” she answered finally with a shrug. “It was the second nice thing you did for me and I didn’t want to turn my nose up at it. I was afraid you’d think I was being snobby. But I really did appreciate it. I just tried to follow your lead and I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal...” She sighed heavily, hanging her head. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
Her shoulders folded in as he insisted she was not fine. But as his hand found her chin and lifted her face up towards him, she didn’t resist, even as her expression was positively sullen. She didn’t know what he was looking for. Chances were he just didn’t want her avoiding his gaze as he reminded her how awful and stupid she was. Nonetheless, she forced herself to look up at him, meeting his gray eyes with her own deep hazel ones.
She didn’t fight him as he pushed her by the shoulders and ordered her to sit. She was feeling far too foolish and contrite to put up any kind of a fuss. She watched as he searched his kitchen, even as her mind raced over his words once more. She tried to be different, to be more, but she was no better than any other of the spoiled girls at her school. Not really.
Not in any way that mattered.
She looked up at the beep of the microwave, the sudden noise startling her from her thoughts. She nodded thoughtfully as she took the bagel in hand, taking a bite. His logic made sense and she suddenly understood. “Oh. No wonder it hit me so bad, huh?” she asked softly, looking up at him. She took another bite, chewing slowly as he questioned her. It did seem pretty silly when he put it that way.
“I’m only eighteen, you know. I can’t even legally drink!” she protested, bristling at his implication. Mostly because she knew it was right. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from grumbling. “It really shouldn’t be that big of a surprise.” She really didn’t want to explain she didn’t have friends her own age. Or really ever leave her house aside from school. That just seemed too pathetic whenever it was said aloud.
“You gave it to me,” she answered finally with a shrug. “It was the second nice thing you did for me and I didn’t want to turn my nose up at it. I was afraid you’d think I was being snobby. But I really did appreciate it. I just tried to follow your lead and I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal...” She sighed heavily, hanging her head. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
Kyros knew by the clothes she’d worn that were clearly a school uniform that she would be younger. But knowing it and hearing it were two entirely different things. He wasn’t that much older than her, just four years. But the experiences he’d had growing up made the age difference seem much bigger. She was sheltered, hadn’t even had a proper drink. WHat else had she not done yet? He looked at her sitting there in his shirt, of the view of her ass he’d had outside. Was she a virgin, as well as a lightweight?
’You gave it to me.’
He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a ‘are you kidding me?’ look. He narrowed his eyes on her when she hung her head in dejected defeat. Babysitting. That’s what this was. He was certain of it now. He had to have done something to anger Moretti and now he was being punished for it. There was no other explanation as to why he was being forced to put up with this shit. When he spoke his voice was back to that hard edge he’d had down in the basement. “Noted. No more being nice to the sheltered little princess. Eat your bagel before I shove it down your throat.” He uncrossed his arms and turned away from her, intending to flop back onto the couch and pray for this day to be over. He looked at the clock on the wall; it was barely noon. Fuck me. He sat down and wiped a hand down his face. This was turning out to be a long fucking day. There had to be something he could do to distract himself from the headache that was quickly forming, something to make the day go by faster.
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Kyros knew by the clothes she’d worn that were clearly a school uniform that she would be younger. But knowing it and hearing it were two entirely different things. He wasn’t that much older than her, just four years. But the experiences he’d had growing up made the age difference seem much bigger. She was sheltered, hadn’t even had a proper drink. WHat else had she not done yet? He looked at her sitting there in his shirt, of the view of her ass he’d had outside. Was she a virgin, as well as a lightweight?
’You gave it to me.’
He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a ‘are you kidding me?’ look. He narrowed his eyes on her when she hung her head in dejected defeat. Babysitting. That’s what this was. He was certain of it now. He had to have done something to anger Moretti and now he was being punished for it. There was no other explanation as to why he was being forced to put up with this shit. When he spoke his voice was back to that hard edge he’d had down in the basement. “Noted. No more being nice to the sheltered little princess. Eat your bagel before I shove it down your throat.” He uncrossed his arms and turned away from her, intending to flop back onto the couch and pray for this day to be over. He looked at the clock on the wall; it was barely noon. Fuck me. He sat down and wiped a hand down his face. This was turning out to be a long fucking day. There had to be something he could do to distract himself from the headache that was quickly forming, something to make the day go by faster.
Kyros knew by the clothes she’d worn that were clearly a school uniform that she would be younger. But knowing it and hearing it were two entirely different things. He wasn’t that much older than her, just four years. But the experiences he’d had growing up made the age difference seem much bigger. She was sheltered, hadn’t even had a proper drink. WHat else had she not done yet? He looked at her sitting there in his shirt, of the view of her ass he’d had outside. Was she a virgin, as well as a lightweight?
’You gave it to me.’
He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a ‘are you kidding me?’ look. He narrowed his eyes on her when she hung her head in dejected defeat. Babysitting. That’s what this was. He was certain of it now. He had to have done something to anger Moretti and now he was being punished for it. There was no other explanation as to why he was being forced to put up with this shit. When he spoke his voice was back to that hard edge he’d had down in the basement. “Noted. No more being nice to the sheltered little princess. Eat your bagel before I shove it down your throat.” He uncrossed his arms and turned away from her, intending to flop back onto the couch and pray for this day to be over. He looked at the clock on the wall; it was barely noon. Fuck me. He sat down and wiped a hand down his face. This was turning out to be a long fucking day. There had to be something he could do to distract himself from the headache that was quickly forming, something to make the day go by faster.
She knew he found her answer silly. He might as well have shouted it with the way he looked at her. Maybe it was stupid, but she cared about what he thought. Well, not just him, but people in general. She had also been a people pleaser by nature. It was why she didn’t fight her father harder on letting her do more. Why she didn’t want to be seen as some spoiled princess who thought she was better than everyone else. If she was going to be a princess, she wanted to be the sort who was known for her good deeds and for caring about the people around her. But it seemed every time she tried to do better, she ended up sticking her foot in her mouth somehow.
Sure enough, when he did speak again, he sounded every bit as hard and cold as he had when they first met. She sighed, wanting to protest, but knowing there was no point. He didn’t care what she preferred or liked after all. She was just a job to him. A very irritating job he would gladly have avoided if he had the ability to.
She sat quietly, eating her bagel in silence as he turned away to walk back towards the couch. It was then that the books on the table caught her eye. Not just any books. Textbooks. She pulled one closer, noting it was about plants. She began to flip through it, discovering it seemed to be talking mostly about the usefulness of plants in medicine. There were some anatomy books as well it looked like. Maybe she had judged him all wrong after all.
“Are you going to medical school?” she asked softly, looking over at him, hoping he wouldn’t just ignore her the rest of the day. Even his insults were better than tense silence.
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She knew he found her answer silly. He might as well have shouted it with the way he looked at her. Maybe it was stupid, but she cared about what he thought. Well, not just him, but people in general. She had also been a people pleaser by nature. It was why she didn’t fight her father harder on letting her do more. Why she didn’t want to be seen as some spoiled princess who thought she was better than everyone else. If she was going to be a princess, she wanted to be the sort who was known for her good deeds and for caring about the people around her. But it seemed every time she tried to do better, she ended up sticking her foot in her mouth somehow.
Sure enough, when he did speak again, he sounded every bit as hard and cold as he had when they first met. She sighed, wanting to protest, but knowing there was no point. He didn’t care what she preferred or liked after all. She was just a job to him. A very irritating job he would gladly have avoided if he had the ability to.
She sat quietly, eating her bagel in silence as he turned away to walk back towards the couch. It was then that the books on the table caught her eye. Not just any books. Textbooks. She pulled one closer, noting it was about plants. She began to flip through it, discovering it seemed to be talking mostly about the usefulness of plants in medicine. There were some anatomy books as well it looked like. Maybe she had judged him all wrong after all.
“Are you going to medical school?” she asked softly, looking over at him, hoping he wouldn’t just ignore her the rest of the day. Even his insults were better than tense silence.
She knew he found her answer silly. He might as well have shouted it with the way he looked at her. Maybe it was stupid, but she cared about what he thought. Well, not just him, but people in general. She had also been a people pleaser by nature. It was why she didn’t fight her father harder on letting her do more. Why she didn’t want to be seen as some spoiled princess who thought she was better than everyone else. If she was going to be a princess, she wanted to be the sort who was known for her good deeds and for caring about the people around her. But it seemed every time she tried to do better, she ended up sticking her foot in her mouth somehow.
Sure enough, when he did speak again, he sounded every bit as hard and cold as he had when they first met. She sighed, wanting to protest, but knowing there was no point. He didn’t care what she preferred or liked after all. She was just a job to him. A very irritating job he would gladly have avoided if he had the ability to.
She sat quietly, eating her bagel in silence as he turned away to walk back towards the couch. It was then that the books on the table caught her eye. Not just any books. Textbooks. She pulled one closer, noting it was about plants. She began to flip through it, discovering it seemed to be talking mostly about the usefulness of plants in medicine. There were some anatomy books as well it looked like. Maybe she had judged him all wrong after all.
“Are you going to medical school?” she asked softly, looking over at him, hoping he wouldn’t just ignore her the rest of the day. Even his insults were better than tense silence.
Kyros had pulled out his phone and was reading the latest news articles. If he turned on the TV to watch the news, Essa would just start asking him questions or being annoying in general and he’d have to turn it off again just like the game. So he’d resorted to reading the websites. He looked up from his phone at her question, brow furrowed as he looked straight ahead and not at her, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. FInally he turned his head to find out why she would ask him such an absurd thing, only to find her looking through one of his books. His frown deepened. “Isn’t it against the law or something for a killer to be a doctor?” His tone was derisive, dry. Serious. He’d taken lives before. None that didn’t deserve taking, at least from his standpoint. But he was still a killer. He put his phone back in his pocket as he stood. He walked up to her and calmly took the book from her hands. “I’m not learning how to save people, princess. I’m studying how to kill them better. Cleaner. Quicker. Without anyone being the wiser.” He flipped the book open to a page about hemlock, and set it down in front of her again. “Poisons, at least some of them, are harder to trace than a knife or a bullet.”
All this he told her with an edge to his voice, a dare lining his words for her to judge him. Give me a reason to draw blood. Any reason. There was still plenty of daylight and he was stuck in here with her. Really it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper with her and wind up going a bit further than simply scaring her. Suddenly he had an image of her begging him for mercy flash through his mind, and he desperately wanted to make it a reality. But if he gave in, he might go too far and piss off the boss. He growled under his breath and headed to the kitchen to pull out the bottle of rum again.
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Kyros had pulled out his phone and was reading the latest news articles. If he turned on the TV to watch the news, Essa would just start asking him questions or being annoying in general and he’d have to turn it off again just like the game. So he’d resorted to reading the websites. He looked up from his phone at her question, brow furrowed as he looked straight ahead and not at her, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. FInally he turned his head to find out why she would ask him such an absurd thing, only to find her looking through one of his books. His frown deepened. “Isn’t it against the law or something for a killer to be a doctor?” His tone was derisive, dry. Serious. He’d taken lives before. None that didn’t deserve taking, at least from his standpoint. But he was still a killer. He put his phone back in his pocket as he stood. He walked up to her and calmly took the book from her hands. “I’m not learning how to save people, princess. I’m studying how to kill them better. Cleaner. Quicker. Without anyone being the wiser.” He flipped the book open to a page about hemlock, and set it down in front of her again. “Poisons, at least some of them, are harder to trace than a knife or a bullet.”
All this he told her with an edge to his voice, a dare lining his words for her to judge him. Give me a reason to draw blood. Any reason. There was still plenty of daylight and he was stuck in here with her. Really it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper with her and wind up going a bit further than simply scaring her. Suddenly he had an image of her begging him for mercy flash through his mind, and he desperately wanted to make it a reality. But if he gave in, he might go too far and piss off the boss. He growled under his breath and headed to the kitchen to pull out the bottle of rum again.
Kyros had pulled out his phone and was reading the latest news articles. If he turned on the TV to watch the news, Essa would just start asking him questions or being annoying in general and he’d have to turn it off again just like the game. So he’d resorted to reading the websites. He looked up from his phone at her question, brow furrowed as he looked straight ahead and not at her, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. FInally he turned his head to find out why she would ask him such an absurd thing, only to find her looking through one of his books. His frown deepened. “Isn’t it against the law or something for a killer to be a doctor?” His tone was derisive, dry. Serious. He’d taken lives before. None that didn’t deserve taking, at least from his standpoint. But he was still a killer. He put his phone back in his pocket as he stood. He walked up to her and calmly took the book from her hands. “I’m not learning how to save people, princess. I’m studying how to kill them better. Cleaner. Quicker. Without anyone being the wiser.” He flipped the book open to a page about hemlock, and set it down in front of her again. “Poisons, at least some of them, are harder to trace than a knife or a bullet.”
All this he told her with an edge to his voice, a dare lining his words for her to judge him. Give me a reason to draw blood. Any reason. There was still plenty of daylight and he was stuck in here with her. Really it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper with her and wind up going a bit further than simply scaring her. Suddenly he had an image of her begging him for mercy flash through his mind, and he desperately wanted to make it a reality. But if he gave in, he might go too far and piss off the boss. He growled under his breath and headed to the kitchen to pull out the bottle of rum again.