DIRTY MOVE

Smiling from ear to ear, Dreygur took his phone out of his pocket and called his secretary who was left at the hotel they were staying to send his things to Sumire's home address. He wasted no time or opportunity just to be with the woman he desired. He is madly in love with her even though it is forbidden.

Humming along to the music playing in her mind, Sumire was currently in the bedroom and dressed after the long day at the mall. She wears a simple black pajama and tied her hair in a messy ponytail. Even her clothes don't conceal her beauty and charm. She is effortlessly pretty and hot at the same time.

Sumire descended the stairs with a pair of sandals to guide her uncle to the room he was going to occupy. Hips swayed side by side, her pajama was quite thin, hugging her natural curves. And the black color enhances her glowing snow-white skin, reflecting flatteringly on her face. Dreygur who had been standing at the last step of the spiral stairs while the phone was on his ears, gulped hard at what he saw. Her neck was exposed to his sight and Dreygur wanted to nibble on her delectable neck and mark her. He felt his throat run dry when he saw Sumire's appearance. His sexual desire for her aroused wildly inside of him.

'I want to claim her right now...but not yet...' Jaw-clenched, Dreygur tried to calm himself down. He was at the bottom of the stairs and Sumire was still upstairs, approaching his place while smiling like an angel looking at him.

"Dreygur, which room do you want to occupy? Downstairs or on the 3rd floor? You can choose." Sumire said. Dreygur smiled reluctantly because of his intense feelings towards her raging on his chest.

"3rd floor." He replied briefly. Sumire motioned for him to follow her and he obeyed.

Dreygur tailed her from behind without taking his eyes off of the maiden who was naive at the time and didn't think anything bad could happen to her. Sumire was too carefree. She is unaware of the pair of lustful eyes from Dreygur, gazing and fantasizing about her. Little did she know her uncle was a twisted predator. She trusts him too much. It didn't occur to her mind he would think about her in that way.

The two of them arrived at the spare room that was right next to her room. Sumire opened it and the beautiful, large kingsize bed opened up to them. Dreygur's eyes darted to the bed and his mind was clouded at the hot scene playing on his mind where he claimed Sumire on that bed over and over again. 'Damn! I wonder what it feels like between her valleys.' he smiled naughtily at the back of his mind.

The room wasn't that stuffy. It was all neat, wide, and spacious. There is a walk-in closet nearby, and the bathroom is the same size as the bedroom with a jacuzzi inside. A large painting hangs near the big window and a door in the wall that connects to Sumire's room.

"I'm sorry. The lock of this door doesn't work anymore as Blanche broke the doorknob the other day." Sumire said and open the door. Dreygur who was tagging her, was exposed to the cold air conditioner coming from Sumire's room. And her intoxicating scent lingered on his nostrils.

'She is making me insane.' said Dreygur in his mind. He is losing sane and control. The only thing holding him back is the word 'consent'. He doesn't want to force and take her against her will.

"But since it was you, I don't mind!" Sumire said in a joyous tone. Dreygur heard her differently once again even though it was not meant in malice. He smiled and then patted Sumire on the head.

"Trust me, sweetheart," Dreygur said in a gentle tone as Sumire nodded one after another to him.

"So, how do you like the room? If you don't like it, I can show you another room in the mansion." Sumire said and Dreygur perused his gaze on the whole room before he answered.

"It's perfect and I like it. Don't sweat." Dreygur replied and smiled at her. 'Yes, it is perfect. This room is next to yours and that broken door connects to our room. Fate is really on my side.' Dreygur chuckled in his mind.

"Great! After your things arrive, I can help you unpack them! I'll be in the kitchen first, I'll check the fridge to see if I can cook something for our dinner." Sumire said and left him alone in the room.

When Dreygur was certain she was downstairs, he immediately entered Sumire's room and smelled the lingering scent of the maiden wrapped inside the room. Even though the place is freezing cold coming from the air conditioner, Dreygur feels the intense hot arose in his body. He took one of the pillows and smelled it. His eyes closed at the scent. 'Fuck, she smells so good.'

Dreygur looked around the room and his eyes landed on the two picture frames on the side table of her bed. It was the couple's picture. The first frame was a photo of Mort alone. The second one was a lovely photo of Sumire and Mort where she kissed him on the cheek. Looking stern and unsmiling at the photo, Mort stared deeply at her. She looks very happy in that picture.

'Damn it.' Nostrils flared, Dreygur wanted to break and throw away the picture frame but choose not to avoid arousing suspicion from the maiden. Losing his cool and composure, he dropped the frame down on the table.

Dreygur sits and was about to lie down on Sumire's bed when he heard footsteps in the hallway coming to the room. He quickly returned to his room, pretended to open and scan the empty closet. A few seconds later, the door to his room opened and Sumire spat in there.

"Dreygur, is it okay if I leave you here at home? I'm just going to the market to buy something for dinner. The fridge is empty." Sumire said with a worried face. Dreygur immediately approached her.

"Let's go together. I'll help you." The man replied to which Sumire smiled.

"Are you sure? Aren't you tired? You can rest." She said but Dreygur answered her with a shook of his head.

"I insist," Dreygur said, smiling. Sumire quickly encircled her hands on his left arm. His ears reddened when her pair of ample bosom pressed on his arm. 'Fuck! Fuck!' He audibly cussed on his mind.

"Then, let's go, Uncle!" High-spirited and struck a pose, she yelp and pulled him out of the room. Dreygur let her pull him was bursting into a series of chuckles.

When they arrived at the supermarket, people stared at them again. Loud whispers echoed through the air but Sumire and Dreygur pay no attention. They are used to it and they both know the truth. Those whispers and chatters had two different perspectives. But it was all nothing to her. Sumire doesn't seem to care nor feel anything from the pleasant chatters and praises around such as Dreygur and her are a perfect match made in heaven, perfect couple, and many more. But for Dreygur, it was a big deal to him. He felt satisfaction and joy every time he heard such compliments. It was like a beautiful serenade to his ears and he doesn't want them to stop flattering until their words penetrated Sumire's heart to wake her up they are meant for each other.

"Don't mind them," Dreygur said with a smile, sticking even closer to Sumire just to pretend to confirm what people's thoughts are the truth.

"Yes," Sumire replied, still unbothered at the awe and questioning eyes around them. She took a cart with her to put the stuff she buys.

Sumire pushed the cart but Dreygur grabbed the handle with one hand, trapping Sumire in his massive frame and arm. She doesn't mind it. Dreygur used his one arm to take the items she pointed out. Happiness filled his heart, Dreygur feels that he and Sumire are a newlywed couple. People around them felt bitter and envious of the scene.

After they shopped, Dreygur and Sumire went home and prepared dinner. They both helped each other while talking happily until they finished cooking and prepared the dining table for dinner.

Sumire arrived at the table with a bowl of hot soup and Dreygur helped her put it down just to intentionally touch her hand.

"Damn, we really are a family. We both are good cooks." Sumire proudly said as he pulled a chair for her to sit on. Dreygur was slightly stunned by what she said.

All this time, he sees them as nothing but a newly wedded couple. But the maiden only named their relationship as a family. 'Ah, yes. Newlyweds are still considered family. Since they will build a family of their own. Their new family.' said Dreygur who was now getting delirious. He smilingly put food on Sumire's plate.

"Thank you." She whispered and also put food on Dreygur's plate to make them fair. Her Uncle Cornelius does the same thing when he spoils her at their simple family dinner. But Dreygur interpreted the simple gesture differently.

"When is the Davenfords' family reunion, by the way?" Sumire excitedly broke the silence at the table. Dreygur stared at her and thought for a moment.

There is no fixed date yet as everyone in the Davenford was busy. Especially on his brother's side. As for Chadwick, who was originally the only one invited from the Massoullèves, has not set a date for when he will be available.

"There is no exact date yet. But I'm certain it will be next week." Dreygur replied. Sumire's pair of dazzling eyes glistened in the light. They're glowing and perfect in his sight.

"I'm so excited! Don't you think Uncle Chadwick won't be mad if I go? I mean, Grandma didn't invite me-"

Sumire was interrupted when her phone suddenly rang and she saw the caller's name. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. It was Mort. She didn't expect Mort to call this evening. She answered the call right away with tears clouding her vision without losing the smile that reaches her eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't call me! I waited." Her sob greeted him. Sumire forgot that she was with someone at the table. With just one call from Mort, she forgot Dreygur's existence in the place.

"I apologize," Mort replied sincerely, didn't know what else to say to the maiden. He misses her badly. He wanted to see her but given the circumstances he was facing right now seemed to be impossible to reach her. He doesn't want to put her life in danger.

Dreygur, who overheard the conversation between them, wanted to fly into a rage out of his jealousy and anger. Darkened face, he had killed Mort in his mind countless times. 'Damn this pest. He dared to disturb my beautiful moment with Sumire. I'm gonna kill him soon.' said Dreygur in his mind, hand tightened on the spoon. Trying to hide the dark expression on his face. He noticed that he no longer existed in the place as all of Sumire's attention was on Mort who was talking on the phone. The anger he felt now flared up and jealousy is eating him.

"I understand. But you've got a lot of explaining to do. I wanna hear everything. And you are obliged to tell me! Of course, I will wait." Sumire said. Trying to sound serene accompanied by a small chuckle to lighten up the mood. She didn't want to pressure Mort.

"I'll do anything you want after this," Mort said determinedly as his hand clenched. He long to touch and kiss her.

"Have you eaten yet? Who are you with tonight?" Mort asked, making Sumire squeal at the back of her mind. Mort's voice was so soothing and sweet to her ears.

"My uncle Dreygur! My uncle on Grandma's side." Sumire said happily. The other line went silent. Mort is unable to say a word. He feels no good about this Dreygur even though he hadn't seen him in person. Slightly frowned, Klauss who was listening looked at him, especially Yakov sitting on the sofa who once heard Dreygur's name was on his father's list.

"Hello? Baby? Darling? You still there?" Sumire added and pressed the phone on her ears. Klauss wanted to throw up at what he heard. 'Damn women.' He said in his mind and his eyes darted to the specific ladybug in the room who was next to him. Klauss remembered what Laurel said that day and it made him shiver at the thought.

"Oh, sorry. I just signed something." Mort excused himself and looked meaningfully at the secretary. He wanted him to clear his schedule but Klauss shook his head in disapproval.

"It's okay. Call me later when you're done. I love you!" Sumire replied. Mort coldly looked at Klauss and everyone around in his office before responding to her.

"I love you." Mort hung up. Sumire was blushing hard and felt elated as she looked at the phone, pressing it where her heart beating fast. Even though Mort made her worried sick over and over again, just saying 'I love you' to her made all her worries disappear.

"Who is he?" Dreygur asked. Serious and in a commanding tone.

"He is Mort. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with." Sumire replied with a beaming smile. Dreygur tightened his grip on his fork and table knife. He found her answer undesirable to hear.

"Does your grandfather or your parents know this?" Dreygur asked, suppressing his dark emotion. Sumire's face quickly went gloomy. All the traces of happiness vanished from her face.

"They don't like Mort for me as he's a Mafia Boss," Sumire answered with a lowered face. Dreygur smirked in his mind. 'They should be. Because you are just for me. You shouldn't be thinking of any other man besides me. I am only one for you.' he said possessively in his mind.

"We can't do anything about that. They're just worried about you. They don't want you to get hurt because of him." said Dreygur. Sumire looked up at him and sneered.

"I'll do everything so we ended up together. Watch me, Uncle. You will be one of the witnesses to Mort and I's happy ending." Eyes filled with determination, Sumire said with her chin up. Dreygur fell into strange silence and his face visibly darkened. Her words added fuel to fire. Their dinner ended up him very upset and consume with extreme jealousy.

The moon was glowing dimly in the cold midnight and darkness reigned the sky. In the darkened room, with only the red lamp lit the place, Sumire was sleeping soundly in a baby position in her room wearing only thin bloody red nighties. The door opened and a man emerge shirtless with black pajamas on. His hair was down sexily wet fresh from the bathroom. Small orbs of water dripped on his chest down to his well-sculpted abdomen. Eyes cruised lustfully on her exposed skin, Dreygur felt hot when Sumire moved in a different position on top of the bed. Her gown was lifted, revealing most of her tempting curves. Her eyes were tightly closed and her lips slightly parted. She wears no brassiere and her cleavage is exposed to his sight. Unaware of the danger just at the foot of the bed.

"I don't think I can wait any longer. Before the sun rises, you shall be mine."