SPECIAL NIGHT

The white sheet dancing the gentle current of zephyr wind, Mort strides back to the villa carrying the beauty in his arms and Klauss tailing them from behind. From the undeniable black-and-gray theme deluxe master's bedroom suite, with unique artworks and tall sliding glass doors, a cozy, masculine aesthetic dominates the place. A soft dark gray rug on the footstep of the bed. Behind the sheer silver-white curtain offers expansive ocean views and a touch of a tall modern cylinder lampshade creating a serene vibe.

His sleeping sanctuary wowed Sumire. Mort walks towards the bed and gently lays the maiden on the soft mattress. Her knees were still weakened, a moan escape from her lips when a streak of pain struck her hips and back. Mort steals one more kiss from her forehead and down to her lips.

"Just get some rest. I'll prepare your bath water." He said in a husky tone with their foreheads intimately pressed together while his eyes were fixed on the Sumire's lips.

Sumire just answered him with a nod and tightened her hold on the sheet to her chest. Her eyes darted on his massive raw back when the hunk headed to the master's luxurious bathroom. Mort prepared the maiden's bath inside and made sure it was lukewarm to make her body feel relaxed. It only took a few minutes after everything is done, and he came out.

He then went back to the bed and found her looking outside the night beach, drowned in the nothingness. Even if Sumire didn't say a word, Mort knew the aftermath of the abduction puts her into deep trauma. His hands clenched into a fist, guilt stricken on his face.

Mort approach the maiden and hug her from behind and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Her silence made him strangely worried. He scooped her from the bed which made her slightly flinch.

"Your bath is ready." He said and the maiden answered him with a smile. Mort brought her to the hot tub he prepared for her.

With her arms on his neck, Sumire was awed at the sight of the luxurious bathroom. Candles lit up everywhere add charm and beauty to the place. The jacuzzi tub surrounded by black and bold red candles and decorated with flower petals is extraordinary and sensual. The glassed window allows her to admire the picturesque view of the ocean where the full moon kissed the serene water on the horizon. The hunk set a romantic, glamorous and idyllic atmosphere for her relaxation. "It's beautiful..." she breathlessly uttered.

Mort places her gently in the lukewarm water and Sumire removes the sheet that covers her nakedness. The hickeys and his bites were all over her body appeared in his eyes. A smirk formed on his lips.

"Looks like I've quite made an exquisite masterpiece," he sexily uttered making Sumire's face turn red in embarrassment and she immediately submerged her body in the water filled with petals.

"Yeah, you made one of a hell and heavenly art on my body." Sumire shyly said, curving her lips into a naughty smile that Mort broke into a sexy chuckle.

"Making you scream in pleasure and smile is my favorite thing to do now."

The way he sexily uttered out from his sinful lips, so teasing yet full of affection. Mort slowly brought his face close to her and claimed her full lips. Her lips were warm and soft. His insistent mouth was parting her saccharine lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside and battle with her, intertwining — consuming each other in red-hot passion. Sumire cling to him, encircled her arms around his neck, and pulled him for a deeper kiss. Her heart thumps so hard and his half-open eyes hovered down on her were inflamed with the desire to take her, again. She felt safe and tranquil against his arms. When their lips intimately parted to catch breaths, her tummy made an adorable sound.

"I'm hungry," Sumire said and shyly looked down, but Mort raised her chin and sexily bit her lower lip once more and chuckled.

"What do you want to eat?" The handsome hunk asked meaningfully as Sumire's fingers teasingly traced down his raw, broad, and muscular naked chest.

"Anything," Sumire innocently replied. Mort took her hand and brought it to his lower body. He placed her hand on top of the huge bulge below his belt.

"Do you want a sausage? Unfortunately, this is the only one available at the moment." Mort huskily uttered which made her blush and gulped hard. Eyes widened, Sumire come face to face with his maddening buddy bulging hard on his pants.

"Pfftt...you sound like a perverted old man," She chuckled and then looked up at him. Sumire cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I can eat anything available in the kitchen." She added and flashed a weak smile, a smile worth a thousand words. Mort saw a glint of inexplicable emotion cruising in her eyes.

"Your wish is my command, my little lady." He playfully said. His eyes were gentle, a softness she had never encountered before. Mort planted a soft kiss at the tip of her nose before exiting the bathroom. When the hunk man closed the bathroom door, Sumire immersed her body into the luke water. Petals were hanging and covering her nakedness as she watch the silvery moon shining brightly on the night horizon.

She closes her eyes, allowing her body and mind rest in tranquility. The night she got kidnapped for the second time and almost cost her innocent keeps haunting her, even in her dream. She found herself in the middle of the night screaming but Mort was right next to her, pulling her into his warm embrace and calming her down. His way of comfort always leads them to steamy and intense lovemaking. That passionate night Mort claimed her came back vividly to her mind, how his caresses, kisses, and lips replaced those horrendous memories with his gentle and unforgettable rough touch.

'I've seen him doing his best to cheer me up. Throwing such dirty talks on me which is quite peculiar.' The corners of her mouth slid upwards. Who would have thought that this stoic giant can pull off dirty lines on her?

Feeling so tired, exhausted, and with a smile painted on her face, Sumire fell asleep in the bathtub.

..............

From the kitchen wafts the aroma of different cuisines. Two hunks, wearing an apron, look like Master Chefs preparing their dishes as masterpieces. Klauss, wearing his toque Blanche is currently chopping meat and preparing various ingredients while Mort is the one cooking. The hunk wanted to cook for Sumire himself.

"How's the MDA doing?" Mort suddenly asked which slightly surprise Klauss almost chopped his finger off. He dramatically holds his chest.

"The business is running smooth and fine, Boss," Klauss responded and resume what he did. Even though he was facing Mort's back, he felt the sudden heaviness of the atmosphere in the kitchen.

"How about the old man?" Mort asked again in a serious and cold tone. Klauss blinked twice and gulped.

"Don Zagreus broke off your engagement with Charlotte after the incident. Narco saw Dieu and Yakov talking after he got dumped by Sumire." Klauss answered and gave Mort the finished spices he had chopped.

"Ah, he must be planning something to bring me down. It's not surprising that he approached Yakov." Mort said as he mixed the spices and other ingredients as one inside the cooking pot.

"What do you mean, Boss?" Klaus asked curiously. His brow furrowed slightly.

"His father once worked at the clan," Mort replied plainly. Klauss didn't ask any further questions as he sense the Boss didn't want to say another word about it. He waited for more, but Mort say no more left Klauss's curiosity hanged in the air. After a long minute of silence, Klauss suddenly spoke.

"You had Trevor investigated and I can conclude he's pretty dead." Klauss wittingly swerves the topic. Mort was just unbothered and complete insouciance by what he reported.

"That's unfortunate of him and predictable." Mort nonchalantly said. "So, the adopted daughter of the Odesseau was the only one left behind, huh." He coldly added and tasted what he cooked.

"What are we going to do with her, Boss? She is the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on Sumire in Viccini?" Klauss asked further and gave a bowl of something to Mort again.

"I will deal with that matter myself," Mort responded apathetically and handed Klauss the cooking ladle he was holding and removed his apron revealing his fitted black t-shirt.

Mort messily slicks back his hair when Klauss suddenly asked again.

"So, Boss. When are you going to propose to Sumire? Are you sure about getting tied the knot with her, and spending the rest of your life with that primitive ape? Have you thought this through?" Klauss exaggeratedly complain. He never thought that his newly discovered specie could capture his Boss's heart as hard as stone. 'That homo erectus...she maybe does some witchcraft and bewitched my poor Boss.'

"Why do you seem so against Sumire? Do you like her? Is it true what Narco claimed, 'the more you hate, the more you love', have you fallen in love with her?" Klauss almost lost his breath at that very moment at Mort's questions one after another who had a serious look on his face.

"Are you serious?" Mouth gaped, Klauss asked in disbelief with a voice slightly raised. He gave Mort a quizzical look. He shivered at the idea of his Boss accusing him.

"I am. I want to know if you are one of the men I need to eliminate." Mort responded in a cold tone making Klauss's two pools of sapphire blue eyes widen in astonishment.

"I can't believe this!" Klauss turned his back on his Boss and release a series of deep breaths. He went back to resume the cooking with a heavy feeling. He mumbled incoherent things making Mort's lip curve into a grin.

He was just teasing his secretary and he knew Klauss' loyalty to him is boundless. He didn't think Klauss would actually take it seriously. Mort left everything to Klauss in the kitchen to prepare something grandeur for his maiden.

The handsome hunk returns to the yacht to retrieve the important thing he left from the cabin. He was going to ask for her hand tonight. Mort had planned to propose to Sumire the night he claimed her innocent but failed after he lost control. The thought of making her pregnant makes him go feral and he ends up railing her on the bed, filling her over and over again. She passed out in his arms several times.

But tonight, he's going to make things right, he's going to make her officially betrothed with him and claim what is truly his. After an hour and a half of preparation, he finished setting up everything in the place perfectly.

"Fetch Sumire. She's in the bathroom." Mort commanded Klauss and the secretary headed to the suite. When he got to the bathroom, Klauss knocked on the door but after a few seconds, no one answered. A sigh of relief and a triumphant smile form on his lips.

"Sumire, did you drown yourself? That's good. Stay dead." Klauss rejoiced but his smile vanished within a second when Sumire spoke.

"I'm still alive, you prick!" The maiden shouted who had just woken up from a short nap and was currently massaging her body with soap.

"What did you just call me? A prick?" Nostrils flared and bared teeth, Klaus glared, squinting his eyes to the door. Sumire shivered and can feel his piercing gaze right through behind the closed door.

"Well, cursing you would be useless, because you already suck!" Sumire mockingly said and burst out a loud laugh. She missed the days taunting Klauss.

"I can't believe you bewitched my Boss! But I will spare you today. Get your butt out of the tub and get change. Boss wants you to meet him at the seaside or you can bury yourself on the sand and succumb to the afterlife." He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes clockwise.

Sumire throws the soap at the door. "Be gone, you unholy demon!" She shouted making Klauss leave the place, hands both thrust on the pocket, his sinister laugh echoed. He then went to his Boss.

..................

After dressing in a simple white nightgown and letting her raven hair down, Sumire left the room and headed to the beach. On the doorstep, she was greeted by a number of lamps, line up artistically on the ground to lit up her way. She followed the lamps and it brings her to an enchanting place. A simple yet very magical scenery appeared in her sight and takes her breath away. The moon was like a phantom-silver disc in the starry sky. Tendrils of moonlight lasered across the sea like lines of glimmering fire. It was a captivating scene. A pristine stretch of soft white sand and the gentle murmuring of the waves is spellbinding.

With candles distributed everywhere on the beach the atmosphere is magic, Sumire began to walk on the sand filled with petals as the hordes of fireflies danced around her in the unseen current against the dark of the night. She walks like a goddess with grace, nature is praising her pure beauty. Her midnight hair cascaded beautifully on her back and the slit of her white gown was gently stirred by the sea breeze revealing her sexy curves and legs.

Sumire finds her way to the man exuding so much power and dominance. Standing tall, dark, and drop-dead gorgeous in front of her, his gaze drifted down to her. She was tense while his eyes took in every detail of her face. He wore nifty clothes like a male cover in a magazine and his dark, spicy aroma lingers in her nostrils. Mort's emerald green panther eyes are wonderfully intoxicating. She could get lost in them and stay lost all night long. He radiated energy and brio. He had a face sculpted and pared to perfection. She fell bewitched under his steady gaze.

"Handsome..."