Chapter 24 Tea from Arius

Elena Davis’s pov,

“I am coming.” Hanging up the call. I looked up, watching concerned patty

“I need to go. He is mad at something. Bye.” I waved at her while walking out. She just nodded in response.

He must be very mad as he never behaved like this. Something must bother him crucially. I started the car in a hurry and drove as fast as I could. Whole drive I was worried about him and why was she screaming my name? He was disturbed when I left his office, but he was more shocked at hearing Nicole.

I pushed the button for the elevator and it opened almost instantly. I walked inside, preparing myself to control the angered beast inside of him. Finally, the door opened, and I ran towards his office. Terrified, Lexi was pacing outside of his office. She ran towards me as soon as she saw me approaching her.

She wasn’t hurt anywhere, which a good sign was, though. She pointed her shaky figure towards the door of his office. The creases over her forehead subside a bit when I squeezed her shoulder. I could hear nothing; it was dead silent, which was scarier than the noises I heard over the call.

My heart’s beats felt like a drum in my ear, but still I took a small step over the door. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door and stepped inside his office. Pieces of glass were scattered all over the floor and that beautiful coffee table rested upside down in a broken state near the door.

As I looked upwards, my gaze landed over him to see a clam Arius standing near his destroyed table stirring tea with the spoon. His calmness was so disturbing for me, especially when he was surrounded by the proof of his volcanic anger.

I halted in my walk as he turned around, listening to the sound of my sandals. He was holding a firm determination in his eyes as he conquered the entire world.

“Seat.” He ordered in his silver voice. He was good when I left him before, and now he is dangerously soft in his behavior. Sound of breaking glass was accompanying me with every step of mine towards the couch.

I sat quietly, watching him pouring whiskey into one cup. He turned, holding both cups and started approaching me with arching a tip of his lip evilly. Something is really wrong with him. I have never seen him drinking tea before.

“Are you ok?” I inquired softly, arching my head towards him. He chuckled and sat in front of me, offering one cup.

“Drink,” he ordered, ignoring my concern while crossing his one leg over another, watching me with interest. I took a sip, and a smile formed over his lip, but it was crooked, which made me uncomfortable. He too was drinking his whiskey tea, staring at me. I drank the whole cup in one go, as I knew he would not speak before that.

“My work here is done. I am returning to Rome tonight.” He confessed, while taking a sip. My heart dropped in my stomach hearing him.

“tonight? Why? Isn’t it too early?” I questioned desperately, as I couldn’t control my mouth standing up in shock.

“Yaa, tonight.” He answered, confirming me once again.

“Do you want to come with me?” He questioned without breaking eye contact with me. My mouth fell open and my eyes widened in surprise. Is he really asking me to come with him? Why?

“For work?” I asked, don’t want to keep my hopes high.

“No, as my bed partner.” He replied normally, as it’s normal to ask. Bed partner? Is he crazy? Yaa definitely after this. He knows he loves someone else and still wants me as his bed partner. He is not mentally stable.

“Absolutely not.” I yelled at him in anger. Before he could reply, his phone rang, distracting both of us. He picked up the call. He didn’t speak for a second, just listened.

“Do as I ordered. Snowflakes shouldn’t be feeling uncomfortable a bit or you know the consequences.” He warned someone to get up from the sofa. I shouldn’t be uncomfortable?

“What do you mean by that?” I asked immediately as he hung up the call.

“You will find out.” He said while checking the watch. Why am I breathing so heavily? I turned my attention to him, arching my head up, but he got blurred for a second. I closed my eyes and opened again. My head was pounding heavily.

I took a step towards the sofa but lost my balance, expecting to land on the floor, but he caught me. I wanted to push him but my hands weren’t lifting at all; they were never so heavy. He was holding an evil smile, watching me carefully, tracing his tip of a finger over my cheek. He picked me up; I was trying to move my body but couldn’t gather much strength to do so. He added something to the tea. He drugged me. God, how can he.

“You will get better in a few hours, now just sleep, My Snowflake.” He pecked my lips softly and started walking somewhere, but I was drowning in deep darkness.

Pounding head made me realize my consciousness. With a heavy head, I tried to open my eyes, but the weight of the eyelid never felt this heavy before as they were made up of iron. With great difficulty I opened my eyes and bright lights from surrounding just increased the aching. What the hell is happening here? Where am I? Blood drained from my veins as I found myself in a small bedroom lying over a bed. It was white themed cozy bedroom with an enormous bed in the corner and decorated simply with few essential things inside. Maybe someone doesn’t stay here for longer.

I gazed at myself and I was dressed in a comfortable shirt; I got worried as I found myself wearing a man’s shirt. I tried to get up but couldn’t as something was stopping me; turning my head to see what’s that thing and my eyes widened with shock as half naked Mr. Accardo sleeping beside me snaking his one hand around my waist. The flashes of our evening conversation crossed my mind, drying my entire throat as I remembered he drugged me after I refused to be his one of whores.

The surge of energy passed in my blood, watching his calm face sleeping beside me as I am his private property. His words were constantly ringing in my ears, making me angrier and angrier. I was hoping for something sweet from him after he melted my soul in his that night, but what did I get? He asked me to be his whore. I was hurt by his words. His words were slicing my heart into thin pieces. He ignored my affection, my consent towards him. How could he do that?

I knew he cannot love me back, but that thought didn’t come to my heart while he was kissing me like I was the last piece of his sanity. His every touch over my body was watering the dying plant of love in the corner of my heart. Teaching that plant how to bloom again just for him made me sprout the first bud of affection and love for him. I went crazy for him. My heart craved his soothing waterfall smell, his taste, without him everywhere, started to feel suffocating. The look he was holding in his magnetic forest green eyes screaming I was the only precious left in his life to cherish until he took his last breath, but now, after hearing his grave words, everything felt like it was his daze. It was, and his daze allured me to follow him in his maze. The maze he created for me to trap in his life around him for the rest of my life. He never had affection or even a bit of liking towards me. If he had, he wouldn’t have asked me that grave thing to do.

How foolish I was? Trusting him even I knew he was never going to love me back. I am feeling betrayed by myself. Allowing my heart to beat for such a person, letting my soul to merge in his, allowing him to take control over my heart and mind, allowing him to break my belief system.

I had a chance to sneak away while he was sleeping, holding his hand over my stomach. I lifted it a bit but before I could sneak away from his grasp; he pulled me more towards him and slept again, keeping his head over my chest, wrapping his both hands around my waist. My anger rose up as he was technically sleeping on me. I tried to move him again as I felt him still in deep sleep, but he tightened his hold over my waist and started kissing my open cleavage and sucking periodically. I froze as his fog creating mouth started wandering all over my neck. Even though I was hating him at this time, my body wasn’t responding to my orders. Goosebumps formed all over the body as his lips were moving over my cleavage as they both made for each other. Heat started to overtake me under his touch of lips. Fuck, why my body responding to him so much as it’s part of him, not me?

“The sound of your heart is so bewitching, Snowflake.” He mumbled over my heart, leaving a chaste kiss over my left breast. His words made me come out of his Trans of kisses and I pushed him hard away from me. He was surprised by my action as he fell on his back on another side of the bed.

I jumped down the bed hurriedly and ran towards the door of the bedroom. As I put my hand over the knob, Arius jerked me from the door towards him with my arm, trapping me in the cage of his muscular arms.

“Let me go. Let me go.” I was pleading with him for my freedom, struggling to break through, but his hold over me was tightening at my every effort to free myself. I lifted my face upwards to witness his calm face, as he didn’t do something bizarre.

“You drugged me?” I yelled at him, trying to push him far from me. He chuckled when he heard me.

“I already knew, you will not agree to be with me.” He replied normally, pulling me more over his crotch and tracing his one finger over my collarbone, looking at it.

“What the fuck are you doing, Mr. Accardo? Let me go.” I screamed at him, struggling in his arms, trying to free my arms, but he pushed me against the door, holding my hands above my head.

“Do you want to fuck? I am looking forward to it.” He mumbled just over my lips with his dead, scary voice. I shivered under him, hearing his warning. I shook my head in a negative way and he smiled creepily.