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Rickard Ellington Conway and I slowly walked wordlessly towards the door of the bathroom...
His scent suddenly snaked to my nostril again, and puff, Cherry was drugged.
I looked up, only to be met by the sight of his VII tattoo, and his extremely manly neck muscles.
His shirt was not as perfect as always after such a situation, so the lapel was crooked, revealing the devilish tattoo ─which somehow radiated a magnetic field that attracted me to it badly.
I tiptoed, and acted on my instinct, without bothering to think twice.
My face came up, as I nuzzled into his neck, and my lips came to make contact with his tattoo over his hot, flaming neck skin.
He stopped, and stiffened.
The muscles under my lips simply clenched in a second, but their owner uttered not a letter.
My hands came up to his shoulder, trying to maintain a better superposition.
I didn't kiss. I didn't smooch.
I simply nuzzled my lips there by pure human instinct.
Or even better, by pure womanly instinct.
"Grazie mille, il mio amore." I mumbled.
**Grazie mille, il mio amore: Thank you so much, my love.**
Hah! How was that, Mister?! All thanks to the Italian drama I watched last week! I believe it must mean something like: Thank you, or thank you so much!
Tehee, I really get the feeling I'm such a genius at times!
The man in question stiffened, and saw his Adam's apple slightly bob as he swallowed.
Nevertheless, his composure didn't seem to waver.
He reached for his right wrist, and clenched, hard.
Weird, did I say it wrong?
"Where," He started slowly, extremely frostily, and yet, he seemed a bit lacking his calm self, "Did you learn that from?"
Raising my head from his neck, I went down to my original height ─aka no tiptoeing, and grinned at him, hastily.
"Humph! I'm smart, I'm learning Italian." I boasted.
A muscle in his jaw twitched again, holy, what's with him?!
"Then you know what that meant?"
I blinked, and arched my eyebrow towards him, "Th-Thank you so much?" I muttered, uncomfortably.
Something twitched again his face, but this time, it wasn't in displeasure, no.
The edges of his full lips slightly arched up, and his eyes suddenly twitched with a sheer hint of amusement.
I flushed, "I-It doesn't mean that?" My voice croaked in embarrassment.
For once since forever, the portion of the smile was not directly gone.
Instead, it even honored me with an answer.
"Not exactly." His tone was deep and throaty, yet clearly amused.
I flushed further, and turned my head away in a blush.
"Wh-What does it mean then?" I suddenly blurted.
He started moving towards the door, his smile long gone at that, and I dragged my leg to keep my pace up to his.
He then stopped abruptly, and turned towards me, eyes glinting with some darkness.
His head went down, and his lips came right towards the space where my ear was connected to my neck.
I shuddered. "Wh-Wha..." My voice was gone with the wind.
"My love." He moved his lips against my flesh with agonizing slowness.
His full lips, for an imperceptible second, nibbled against my ear, and I jumped, rasping.
My legs almost gave away, and I tried to swallow a huge lump in my throat.
"Ex-" I choked, "Excuse m-me?"
He straightened at that, the dark amusement still glinting in his orbs.
The fire at the door was finally extinguished, and in emerged non other than a dead worried-looking Leonard Beards, with the fire-fighters at his tail.
"Holy grace! I finally found you two!"
I didn't mind him much. I kept on gaping at the financial magnate before me.
"Wh-What..."
"That's what it means, why do you seem so shook, Miss Problem-magnet?" His voice came extremely calm, arrogant, and, had it not been him, I might've said playful.
I flushed, and, cupping my cheeks with my hands, I stomped away from him, dragging my foot through the way.
"Humph! I'm so fine, thank you!" I pouted.
Damn him, what's with this weird feeling inside my chest?!
Why does it feel so... clenched?
Before I could exit, a hand extended towards my direction, encircling around me and pulling me back slightly. I felt his lips make contact with my cheek, as he kissed me from behind.
"Did I mention I missed you so damn badly, Miss Kitten?" Leonard Beards' smooth, gentle and playful voice came.
I gasped softly, flushing a bit, "M-Mr. Leonard!" I turned towards him, only to be met by the handsome face of the vice-president, smiling gently in my direction.
I grinned, "I'm back!"
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.
.
As Mr. Ellington and I walked back into the now wrecked office, we were met by the dead-worried face of my childhood friend.
I didn't have much time to breath, as he crossed the steps separating us, and pulled me to his chest.
"I can't!" He growled, "I can't believe how stubborn you are!"
I snuggled onto his chest, "I had to." I mumbled, softly.
He breathed out, wordlessly, as moved me slightly away to eye my legs and bruised face.
He cussed under his breath, as he frowned, and clenched his breath. "Damn, Charlotte, damn!"
In a flinch, he swept me off my feet, and I yelped.
"G-Gah! Wha..." He pulled me up against his shoulder as if I were weightless.
I gasped.
"Shut up!" He growled, "Didn't you glance at your shitty leg?!? What the heck?!"
I pursed my lips, and he walked towards the elevator, and descended down with me to the ground floor.
There, we waited for the president and Mr. Leonard to descend.
I eyed around.
Cops were everywhere, and there was the sound of sirens, as well as fire-fighters moving all through the floor.
It was a true commotion. Holy.
My eyes, involuntarily, scanned through the crowd.
Is he here?
Is he safe?
Damn, Char! He burned you to grounds! Let him rot to hell!
I bit my lips to hold my tears back.
Yes, Abel Daniels was a lie.
A stranger.
I was still on Jaden's shoulder, as he shifted slightly, "Let's search for the sirens to take you to the hospit─"
"Excuse me?!" I cut him off, sharply.
He arced an eyebrow at me, as his eyes raked over my injured entity. "Charlotte, you can't even walk."
I caught him off guard, and wriggled.
He let go, clearly not expecting my sudden wriggle over his shoulder.
I came to the ground, and clenched my entire musculature, and stood straight.
Proudly, I huffed, and looked straight in his eyes, "Humph! See? I'm fine. There's no need for hospitals!!" I pleaded at the final statement.
I hated them. Hospitals. The smells of hospitals. The sounds of hospitals. The everything there. It was extremely uncomfortable.
And plus, I've barely been discharged a week or two ago after regaining my memory.
Jaden's eyes darkened as they fell over my right leg, which was in a pathetic state.
He neared a step towards me, "Your injuries will be dirtied and then will inflame, if that happens, they might cut your leg off!" He threatened, and I gasped, "Now let's get your ass to some siren before I get bloody angry!" He growled.
I shook my head, and turned away, "I said, I'm fine!" I protested, forcefully, and started dragging my leg away.
Mistake, my pace faltered, and I stammered, "O-Ouch!"
A hand extended before me, and I crashed against something ─better yet, someone.
The familiar scent and the broad chest directly exposed my catcher to my consciousness, I didn't even have to look towards him, as I kept over his chest for a second.
"I believe," His right remained over my shoulder for a second, as his voice came cool and cold, "You said you couldn't move your right leg?"
I bit my lip, and looked up to fix my eyes into his deep, sea-blue ones.
"I-I don't want to go to the hospital!" I announced.
His eyes broke the connection to mine, as they raked over me, leaving burning tingles of a flaming gaze over my skin.
I heard Jaden exhale sharply behind me, and turned towards him. "Jaden, please!" I gave him my puppy eyes, "You know I hate hospitals, and at any case, those are just minor injuries!"
Jaden's jaw clenched, "Minor injuries my ass!" He groaned, "Don't you see your leg?!"
I bit my lip, and sighed, "I-I do, but─" I was cut off.
"Stay here with Leonard, Stevens, and take care of the matters left." He ordered, superiorly. "I shall see what to do with the Miss, here."
Jaden sighed, as he looked into me, "Are you okay with that, Charlotte?"
I blinked, and nodded.
He sighed again, "Fine, I'll follow you shortly after I'm done here, okay?" He patted my head, and eyed the president.
"The injury on her leg is dirtied, if it remains so for a long period, it'll─"
"Become inflamed." Rickard Ellington cut him off, dead serious, "I realize that."
A shiver crossed my body at the dark feeling present in his voice, and I blinked towards him, as his gaze shifted to me.
"Come, Signorina." He turned, and I encircled my hands around his upperarm, realizing he'd slowed his pace to let me do so.
The warmth of his muscular figure slowly started warming my feminine one, and let out a soft breath, "Wh-Where... Are we going?"
He kept on walking, confidently, as his orbs to me for a second, "Are you sure you do not wish to go to the hospital?"
I blinked, and then furrowed my eyebrows, flashing him a determined look, "Uh-hum." I nodded.
He let out low breath, "Indeed, then I shall take you home." He murmured, coldly, "A doctor of mine will head there as well to help treat your injuries."
Warmth spread through my cheeks, "Y-You don't really have to take the trouble..."
Frostiness sneaked into his irises, "Do not get me wrong. You did a fairly impressive job in restoring back the information stolen from you." He iced, "You might as well merit a generous compensation for damage."
I pouted, "Hey! That was cold!"
He didn't honor that with an answer.
We finally exited the company, and I chose not to glance back towards it. It didn't particularly hold any dear memories for me.
An image of Abel Daniels' smile shot to my mind, and I lowered my head, biting my lips.
Tears strolled down my cheeks, and at that, the Adam beside me glanced towards me, as he stiffened.
"You..." He paused.
I shook my head, and wiped my tears softly, "N-No, it's nothing."
Before he could comment, a figure appeared before us, and as soon as I recognized him, I threw my weight towards his large figure.
"Romeo!" I blurted, as I clutched over the fabric of his shirt to be able to keep standing, "The USB! Tell me you have it, please!" I rasped.
I looked up through his six foot five height, and finally reached his orbs.
His grey irises were storming, and for a second, looked stunned.
His jaw was locked, and his look was buried deep into me.
I shook him for a second, "Hey, answer m─"
His right hand moved to grab my shoulder, and leaned slightly towards me.
"Please don't do that again!" His hand, over my shoulder, had a slight shake, and his eyes were glowing fiercely. "It was the first time since I'd started working that I feel so helpless." He let out a soft sigh, regaining his composed expression, "Seriously, how are you still even alive?"
I flashed him a grin, and at that, I felt him slip something into my hand.
I blinked, "Th-This..."
He flashed me a shadow of a smile, and his intriguing eyes triggered the butterflies in my stomach, "It's rightfully yours, give it to the president," He gestured at Mr. Ellington, "Yourself."
I licked my lips, and eyed the USB in my hand, as I smiled meaningfully at him.
"Thank you, Romeo." I barely finished my sentence, as I felt a hand encircle around my upperarm, and pull me towards its source.
"Let's go, it's getting dark."
I blinked, and gasped softly, as I started moving under his grip.
"Y-Yes, you're right." I whispered, and he let go, as I encircled my hands around his hand muscles, and we headed towards his limousine, where Albert was waiting for us with the doors open.
We climbed in, and Albert closed the doors behind us.
The car drove off, and the first few minutes passed by us in silence.
Darkness had come over, and the lights in the city shone bright in the dimness of the night.
Rickard Ellington Conway sat before me, eying some documents held in his right hand ─for the left was not so movable at the moment, I believed.
As the car strode through the shiny roads of the city, I couldn't help the pain which had successfully taken over my leg by now.
Now that my mind was clear and relieved, it was time for my body to protest.
I felt a heated gaze caressing my figure, and looked up.
To say that his eyes were blue was like saying that the sun was yellow; true but not accurate enough.
I caught my breath in my throat, and I blinked towards him.
His vehement gaze surveyed through my figure, taking in different places where I'd been scratched.
My neck, my cheeks, my hands, and right leg.
Something deep broiled in his pupils, something so dark, so cryptic, so... hungry?!
Holy, did he have his lunch?!
I swallowed, and a wave of pain suddenly shot through my leg, as I shuddered.
I pursed my lips, trying to suppress the sound willing to escape me.
He shifted at that.
Moving with agonizing slowness, Rickard Ellington Conway stood to his recognizable height, slightly bending his head not to touch the limousine's roof.
I blinked for a second, and noticed there was enough space to stand and even dance inside of his limousine.
"Wow, I never noticed this thing was a stand-up limousine."
He shot me a look, but didn't comment.
He came a step in my direction, and my heartbeat rate suddenly heightened.
Bending down a feet beside my seat, Rickard Ellington opened some kind of drawer from inside the seat.
I blinked.
As the drawer came to an open, I noticed what was inside, and swallowed.
A whiskey bottle, and two glasses.
I blinked, and fidgeted.
"I-I don't drink." I said, as I noticed him pull the whiskey bottle with his right hand.
He shot me another meaningful look, and his eyes evolved into chaos.
Opening another drawer beside the drinking drawer, he pulled out some kind of white cloth ─that kind which was normally used for... cleaning injuries?
He stood up again, and moved a step towards me.
Standing completely before me now, Mr. Ellington bent down, and his head was now on stomach level for me, my knees facing his broad, and muscular chest.
As he popped the Whiskey bottle opened, I decided to speak again.
"I-I really don't dri─"
"I got that, Signorina." He cut me off, arrogantly, and grabbed the white cloth with his right hand.
I noticed his left hand was wrapped with a similar cloth.
Must've been treated by the sirens considering it was minor scratches.
He looked up, into my eyes, deeply, as his orbs glowed with some kind of deep... greed?
Pouring some whiskey over the cloth, he continued to melt me with his gaze.
"I do not plan to use the Scotch for drinking purposes, Signorina Farfalla." He murmured, his eyes glowing.
And my breath stuck in my throat, as his cloth-holding hand neared my right thigh.
"I plan to use it for the purpose," His eyes snapped to my thigh-injuries for a second, which extended upwards towards some ungenerous curve in my body.
"Of sanitizing your injuries, before they become inflamed."
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Hi guys!!
Happy Sunday wherever you are!!
This was Chapter 20 for you! Short, we know, tbh it's just preparing for the next, hot chappie **WINK**!
So, how do you think will Mr. Ellington sanitize Charboo's injuries ;)
What do you think will happen in the next chapter?
Next chapter will be the last chapter in the 'Bye-Bye, Ellington Company' arc!!! Hope we present you something admirable!
By the way, our dears, as you probably know, it's DECEMBER!
What does that mean? Yes? Christmas!
So, we were thinking what to present you for Christmas and decided to give you the choice!
Please choose between:
1. A special chapter from Leonard Beards' pov where we get to know more about him and his personal life! ;)
2. Cherry wins two free ticket for an Astronomy show, who will she invite? ;)
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TONU: Sweet, Sweet Chocolate!
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