Happy birthday, our Emperor Mr. Spencer!
I couldn't forget about his special day. Or should I say, I must not. This annoying alien holds a special place in my heart. And to his birthday, I want to present to you what's going on in his mind before and when he encountered Ginny. This idea popped into my mind unexpectedly. Maybe because my Uranus sign is a match with Konrad's zodiac (Mine is Capricorn and Konrad is a Capricorn)
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For now, please enjoy his special chapter! :D
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Konrad
~A week earlier~
"Gary has a lot for you to sign, son," Dad told me. More like trying to convince me.
"Can't he have my virtual signature instead?" I still tried to persuade him to stop telling me to go to Los Angeles. Because honestly, I was not in the mood.
"He could, but there are matters that need your attention. Physically." Fucking hell.
I smirked. "Are you two trying to get me to LA?"
Dad shrugged. "A change of environment will be nice. I was just suggesting my boss to have a change of air. It's been six months since the last time you were there, Konrad. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on." I didn't. Except I would only go to SIN to fuck someone willing. Drink. Work, if I was needed. Sex. Again. Drink. Again. Jesus, what a life I had. Even though I had everything I needed, I still felt empty. So vacant. Dark. All because of my father who couldn't hold himself for a younger pussy – pussies. This was why younger women were a pain in the arse.
He had left that past behind, but the damage had been done. There was no going back. I was ruined, and I had to accept that I could never be repaired. The only thing that made me alive was my work and women. Drugs. Cocaine. I was clean already, and I refused to touch another powder. Although sometimes, those devil white powders still haunt my mind. Taunting me to suck more. Just a little bit won't hurt, the devil said. A single lick didn't mean I was a drug addict again. Fucking hell.
"Konrad?" Dad called.
"I'm going," I immediately said. I needed SIN. I needed to be there to forget the sin I'd committed. I hadn't got new prey for a long time. Perhaps it was time for me to have someone I could screw with. Fuck, I was a twat. I was deliberately planning to fuck someone's life. An innocent. I didn't want women who were willing to go there because they knew I owned the place and they had tasted my dick. I wanted someone who didn't know shit about the place and me. What a messed-up. I left drugs because they contaminated me, yet I ruined a woman's life because I didn't have anything I could destroy. Instead of destroying myself, I made someone's life a misery. And that...was as addictive as cocaine. If Sarah heard this again, she would kick my arse. I wouldn't spill a shit to her. I would go there, get everything done, find a prey, dump her after I screwed her, and come back here.
"Do you want me to arrange your flight?" Dad asked.
"Sure." I checked my calendar; nothing to do. Truthfully, I had lesser things to do while I was in London. I had more shit to do if I were in LA. Work could distract me. But only until five in the evening. Later, I had nothing else to do. I could be in SIN right after, waiting in my office and asking Mia to tell chicks I was inside.
My Friday was empty. Perfect. "Wednesday. I'd arrive at night," I told him.
"I'll tell Harry about it. Why don't you inform Gary about your coming?"
"No. He has a meeting on Thursday. And I'm too lazy to attend it after jetlag. Could you tell him that I'm coming but don't tell him when."
He chuckled. "You're lucky you're the boss, son," he joked and left.
Well then, how long should I be there this time?
***
~Thursday morning~
Fucking hell.
The jet-fucking-lag.
It was a mistake to fly from London afternoon. I just got here at two in the morning LA time. And like my body had its own alarm, I already awoke at seven. "Jesus Christ." I looked outside of my penthouse window. Seeing the sun penetrate my room. Fuck, I needed to penetrate someone immediately. When was the last time I had sex? Oh, right, a month ago. Damn, that was utterly unacceptable. Fixed, I needed to visit SIN. Tonight. I couldn't wait until tomorrow so I could involve in an orgy or threesome or even four.
Pushing my body up, usually, I would spend my time in the gym. Right now, I felt too sluggish to do any exercise. I could do that at night. I headed to the bathroom and quickly jumped into the shower cubicle, washing my draggy body with cold water. Peeking down, my dick, my poor dick that hadn't been fed. "You will have one tonight," I smirked. Maybe I should call Mia to announce I was coming.
That was what I did after showering. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Mia. "Konrad?" Her voice was groggy and hoarse.
"Had a good night?"
"Kind of. I was with my boyfriend."
"Oh, you have one now. How is he?"
"I've told you about him before." Did she? Fuck, I was terrible remembering things like that.
"Oh. Anyway, I'm in town now."
"What? When did you arrive?"
"Last night."
"Oh, my. Your guests will be delighted." I chuckled at her joke. Did I sense her saying guests in quotes?
"If someone asks you about me, tell them the truth."
"Sure. Will you be here tonight?"
"Yes. And tomorrow, too."
"Alone or with luggage?" she sarcastically asked.
"Just wait for it, Mia," I chuckled.
"You're still the worst, Mr. Spencer. Thank God I'm nowhere near your target." And I won't change forever.
"See you tonight, Mia." I hung up immediately and got ready. I remember Gary had a meeting today. No, I wouldn't join. There was no way I would attend it where I positively knew I would fall asleep in the middle. His guests were new, people from a company who was desperate. They needed our help – my help. While on the plane, I researched they were about to bankrupt. Why should I help people like that? Didn't they even hire their own consultant before they established the company? Moron. I refused to help people who didn't think of the consequences first. Like me before. "Shit."
I only wore a white dress shirt and dark trousers. I applied my hair cream to my blond strands. Perfect. I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed down to the kitchen. I took two twinkies and poured a coffee. Looking at my Rolex, Gary should be finished in thirty minutes. Usually, he would order lunch from Sweet Angel Café, Sarah's café. I would surprise her later. Would she be there today? I missed her. Taking the final bite of my guilty pleasure, I finished my coffee before making my way to the garage. Igniting my Aventador, I reversed to the elevator, sending me down.
I reached my office building; I went underground and was delighted when I saw Sarah's precious GTR. She's here. Smiling, I would definitely visit her. I parked at my spot and jumped out. I took the elevator to the fourth floor. Before the girl, I wanted to surprise her man first. I was sure Gary had told Sarah I was coming, but none of them knew when I arrived.
This was nice.
I liked surprising people. As long I didn't touch the powder, though. "Dammit." The elevator dinged. I walked out. The door was still closed. Gary hadn't finished. I looked at my watch again. Oh, seemed like they were running behind. Oh, well. I reached for the couch and quickly slammed my arse. Crossing my leg, would this day go faster? I didn't like it when I had nothing to do. It made me overthink. Overthink made my head hurt. And my jetlag condition made it worse. Maybe I should've gone to my own office. Talking with Danny. God, I missed that woman. My precious PA. The woman I didn't want to let go of. My PA was one of the kinds. I liked how immune she was to me – especially me. Danny was handling me, Gary, and Cedric. And I had to proudly say, all of us were...well, top-notch. I still remember the time when we were looking for a PA. I already knew who was coming—women who only wanted us. One of us, at least. So, when I saw Danny, I immediately asked my mates to agree with my choice. Not surprisingly, they liked her, too. And Danny knew how to put us in place. I liked her even more. She was also one of the women I would never touch. Danny was beautiful, but she was working with me, and I held a code that I would never touch someone who worked for me. My staff included. And I swore to Sarah before that I would not poison her staff. She would cut my balls.
The chime sound from the elevator snapped my mind. Oh, someone's here. Probably a delivery. But I never expected the delivery guy...well, not a guy anymore. What came out, or who came out was a small woman with fiery red hair. She stopped the trolley in front of the door. I could already smell the lunch. That smelled good. What about her? Fuck.
"Oh, fuck," she cursed under her breath while checking her pockets. Her hands went into every pocket she could find. She was looking for her phone. She looked panicked. I wonder what she looked like.
Before I could digest anything, "Are you in trouble, love?" I asked her.
And I was fucking screwed. Undeniably screwed. I was the one in trouble. What the fuck?
Amber pools like the color of the sun. Big, like those eyes could give warmth and comfort to those who were looking at her. Asking for her support. Her soft and small pink lips were apart like an invitation to dive my tongue in. She was small, maybe around five-five or six. Her cheeks puffed and chubby I wanted to bite them and witnessed how they changed color. She was curvy, and just by her side profile, fuck that arse. I wanted to hold them and spank them hard until they were swollen red, she couldn't sit, and my palm stamped on her asset so she would always remember who marked it. My dick quickly awakened. I swore I could hear it saying take her, right here, right fucking now. I was one second to do it. "What's wrong, little lady?" I didn't know how I found my voice. She fidgeted a bit. The girl was checking me, too.
"I'm from Sweet Angel Café, and I'm here to deliver Ga—I mean, Mr. Warren's lunch for him and his guest," she said. What the fuck? She almost called Gary by his name. Did she know Gary was unavailable?
I didn't like this. Not that I didn't like this girl was targeting Gary. But because I just listened to her saying a man's name. Not mine. Those full sexy lips should only breathe out one name. Just me. Konrad. Jesus, I wanted to listen to her saying my name.
"Gary is still having a meeting, sweetheart. Have you made an appointment with him earlier?"
"Yes. Usually, I text him, but...I can't." A text? And she usually texted Gary?
"Why not, sweetheart?" Tell me she was not trying to steal Gary from Sarah. She worked with Sarah. This woman just dug her grave if she dared.
"I forgot my phone, and knocking on the door is the last thing I want to do. I don't want to disturb them. I can't ask Danny, too." Oh, that. I relaxed. Wait, why did I feel relaxed?
"I see. Well, the meeting should have ended around five minutes ago, but maybe there are still matters that need to be discussed inside." Like my dick wanted to discuss something inside her pussy. Make friends, maybe? Jesus Christ, Spencer! What the fuck are you thinking? "Why don't you wait and sit beside me while we're having a little chat?" I tapped the couch next to me. I was an idiot. Why the hell I invited her to sit next to me? I just wanted to take a closer look at her. If I was as stunned when she was two feet away from me, how would I be when she was within my fucking distance?
The ginger lady approached me with the trolley and claimed her seat next to me. Good God. The second her smell entered my nostrils, I mentally said goodbye to my logical thought. Was that her perfume or her pheromone? Sarah said I was a walking pheromone, but this woman was merely sitting, and I already had tons of wicked ideas on how I would ravish her later. Could someone save me now? This was ridiculous.
"Um, are you going to meet Mr. Warren as well?" she asked. She talked. She was speaking to me. Fucking answer her, Spencer. I could already see she was nervous. She was affected by me. Of course.
"Yes, I am. I'm his...next patient." Fixed. I was a certified moron. Why the fuck did I say that?
But then, she laughed. Cutely laughed. And my dick went stone hard. But wait. Didn't she know me? I rarely showed myself. Most of the people here only knew my name. "You have a beautiful laugh, love," I praised. Her cheeks beautifully warmed up. She looked down toward the carpet while playing with the tip of her chef clothes. Oh, no. Not down, woman. Fucking look at me. I want to see those eyes again. "You are so easy to blush, aren't you?" I kept up with the chat, "Your cheeks become even redder. How innocent. And you smell," I paused and leaned closer. I mentally said goodbye to my title as the walking pheromone. This woman fitted the title better than I was. The more I came closer to her I wanted to devour her. I sniffed her hair, and I was bewitched instantly. Hold back, Spencer. Fucking...hold...back. "So sweet," I added. God-fucking-damn it. God, have mercy on my dark soul.
"M-Maybe because I just baked some cakes," she nervously said. Jesus, that innocence of hers. I wanted to destroy that so she would only depend on me.
"I like it. You are a pastry chef?"
"Yes."
"Impressive. You must be really good at baking and stuff."
"Well, that's what I do, but thank you." I felt like an idiot. Of course, she was good at baking and stuff. What else, I wonder? Jesus, this woman radiated pure and untainted. Was she? This carnal mind of mine struck—was she still a virgin? That was impossible. But the logical part of my brain prayed that she was so I could punch through and make her mine. Holy hell, Spencer.
"You are indeed so easy to rouge. Have you ever received any compliments from men?" Please don't.
"Um, not always."
"Really? They have horrible taste. I won't let go of such a precious jewel like you." Not that I would. My hand went on autopilot again. I pulled her hair rubber. How I wished we were somewhere else, not my office, so I could make her scream with my cock. I bet she would sound beautiful. I swore I was about to explode like a fucking teenager. Only by the sight of her. I never had this before. Fuck, I had to distract myself. This woman made me crazy. "You have beautiful hair. Are they natural?"
"Yes."
"The curly?"
"One hundred percent natural."
"Fascinating. Such an original. A rare gem. And your lips, they're also natural pink, no?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Good." Because I only wanted her natural. Women in my life were fakers. Tainted. Despicable. Like Fiona. The bitch of an ex of my brother. I shouldn't have fucked her after they broke up. That was a mistake. I made her feel she was special to me. I made more mistakes when I kept fucking her until the last time I was here.
I love you, Konrad.
Fuck, no. Not her. I blinked rapidly and reached for her hair. I didn't want to think about Fiona. I needed this woman. Feeling the smoothness of her hair, damn, she smelled perfection. I wanted to fiddle my fingers I wouldn't get bored. Her radiant hair was smooth. Her pussy must be smooth. Fuck, Spencer, knock it off. My finger dropped to her cheek. She jumped. I startled. What the hell was that? What was with that fire and sparkle? I wanted to keep touching her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to make her mine. I must see her again. Please, look at me.
And she didn't disappoint. Her pupils dilated. I could see the attraction there. This woman desired me. Not the first time, though. Only I was a bit scared this woman didn't want me as much as I wanted her. It shouldn't be a mere fuck. This woman deserved more. Could I give her that when all I could do was give nightmares to people? I didn't want that. I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her, but I refused to do any harm. That was the only thing I could do. Hurting people. Specifically women. "What is this?" I breathed out. My fingers latched on her lips. Without giving them pressure, she parted them. Fuck me. I was so fucking screwed. My eyes fell there. That didn't escape hers.
That was it.
I couldn't hold back.
Fuck everything.
I moved closer. I could smell her breath. So fucking sweet. And she would taste sweeter in my mouth. "You are so—"
And everything was ruined when the door was opened. She quickly pulled away, and I cursed whoever disturbed our precious moment. From the corner of my eye, I saw Gary. God, I fucking hated him now.
"Oh, Ginger. I texted you, but you didn't respond," Gary said while walking toward the lady. Don't fucking text her, twat.
The lady stood straight, fixing herself, before leaving me to Gary. I didn't like that. Not even one bit. I hated seeing her abandoning me. She had to be by my side. Now. So, I stood up, and Gary saw me.
"Konrad?"
"Hello, Gary," I robotically said.
"When did you get back?"
"Last night."
"Why you didn't tell me? If you did, I would've asked you to attend the meeting." That's it. Keep talking to me, so you don't need to spare a glance at her.
"Well, I had a fairy telling me that I shouldn't tell you so I could skip it. The jetlag was terrible, Gary. I needed some rest." And I was thankful I didn't attend. Because I could meet this woman.
"Welcome back, Konrad. Oh. Ginger, you never met him before, right? This guy right here is my boss, the CEO of Spencer & Warren. His name is Konrad Spencer," Gary introduced. The woman looked up at me again. Her eyes wide like a saucer. Oh, she didn't know about me. And Ginger? That was her name? Just like the color of her hair? I'd be damned. It suited her.
I turned to her and gave her my hand. "Konrad Spencer. A pleasure to meet you, Ginger."
She received my hand, and I was electrified instantly. "I'm Ginger Sullivan. It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Spencer." Fuck me. Her touch. I was about to pull her so I could finally kiss her. But not when we had Gary as the audience. And she just called me Mr. Spencer. Wrong move. I was used to women calling me sir or master, but nothing compared to when this small lady innocently called me Mr. Spencer. It was wrong and right at the same time.
Ginger tried to pull her hand, but I held it back. Not so fast, lady. I wanted her to want me. To accept me no matter how dark my world was. She already wanted me, but she was fighting this. Our connection. She was scared. No, I wouldn't let her feel afraid while she was with me. I would keep her safe. Protected. Mine. Don't be scared of me, love.
"Um, Mr. Spencer?" she called. I blinked. She was troubled. Begging. I slowly released her. It felt wrong instantly. We had to be fully connected. Mind and body. Our hearts. All of us.
"Did you do something?" Gary asked. I didn't, but Ginger was affected by me too much.
"Not really. Not yet. We were just talking, and she looked flustered about what to do because she forgot her phone," I explained without looking away from her.
"Well, Ginger here is working as a chef from Sweet Angel Café on the first floor. I always order lunch for business meetings through her. You should try her cooks. They are amazing,"
"I will." I wanted to taste her. Not her cooking. Just her. And Gary sent her away to arrange the lunch. Yeah, I hated him now.
"If you told me you were coming, Ginger would prepare your lunch," he said. Oh, I so wanted to dive in.
"Maybe," I lazily said. Fuck it, I wanted to eat her instead. So, when I walked in, I saw my share in my chair. The guests blinked their eyes in excitement seeing me. Yeah, yeah, hi, but I would refuse their offer once I got out of this mess.
Ginger returned with the trolley. "All set," she said to Gary.
"Thank you. I'll take the trolley and bring down the plates and the rest after we're done. You don't need to come and pick them up. What happened to David anyway?"
"Oh, he's sick. Stomach flu, apparently." Who the fuck was David?
"I see. Well then, see you downstairs, Ginge."
"Sure." No, don't send her down. Invite her to have lunch with me. I didn't want this to be over soon. I still wanted her.
She saw me for a moment before she looked away, heading to the elevator. No!
"Konrad, why don't you—" Ignoring Gary, I followed her. She was waiting for the elevator.
"Ginger?" She flinched and turned to look at me in fear. Fuck. I raised my hands in a surrendering manner. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything with you now." Instantly, her eyes softened. Her shoulders dropped in relief.
"Can I help you, Mr. Spencer?" Jesus, she should stop.
"Please, don't call me that. I feel like a stranger and quite frankly, you make me sound old." How old was she? "Can I visit you in the café later? After I had lunch with the geezers inside." I'd rather go back there, grab my lunch, go down with her, and we could have lunch together.
"Um, yes, sure. You can visit the café with Mr. Warren as well." Pardon? She didn't want to be alone with me? I should bring Gary? No fucking way.
"Correction, love. I didn't say that I'm going to visit the café. I said that I will be visiting you in the café," I stated. She blinked, and before she could say anything, the elevator was opened and she ran inside. Fuck, she looked like a rabbit running away from a wolf. "Be a good girl and wait for me, Ginger."
And she was gone.
My heart felt hollow again. The excitement was gone. I felt different when that woman was around. And I fucking needed her. God, I wanted to see her again. Screw the meeting!
I was about to press the elevator. "Konrad," and Gary called me. Oh, I so hated him.
Inhaling, I looked back. With a tired look, "I fucking hate you," I said.
"What did I do?" Preventing me to go and see my girl. My? Fuck.
Blowing out the air, I went inside the meeting room without saying anything. Claiming my seat, I looked at the lunch. Chicken parmesan. Made by Ginger. Could I preserve it so I could look at what she had created every day? Better yet, could I have the real thing back at my penthouse? Smirking, I would do that soon.
"I got you, my sweet girl."
***
For the first time in my life, days passed too long. And too fast at the same time. I locked myself in my office, signing all documents. The second I sat my arse, Gary and Danny threw those papers right at my face. Demanding me to sign everything before I went back. All of them knew I had never been stuck in LA more than a week. They were lucky I was in a such happy mood. I recalled the time I was in the café with that gorgeous red-haired lady trying so hard to ignore me. She did try, but I was a demanding arsehole I constantly ticked her off. All so I could see how flustered she was, and her cheeks bloomed beautifully red. Fuck, those cheeks. I wanted to bite them. Mark her. "Fucking hell, Spencer," I muttered. I had to get out of there fast. It took me a lot to get myself away from her in the café. Now we were out of reach, I should be fine.
Collecting my stuff, I passed Danny and went down to the basement. I just roared the engine when I saw Gary and Sarah come out of the metal cubicle. Sensing my supercar's sound, Sarah flicked her green orbs and waved. I waved back. Gary got into Sarah's GTR driver's seat.
Wait.
What about Ginger? Was her office hour over already? I looked at my watch. Seven. Come to think of it, I didn't know what time they were closing. Sarah was the boss, so it was fine if she went home first. But still... How would Ginger go home? Would someone come to collect her? Her boyfriend, perhaps? "Oh, hell to the fuck no." I roamed the car upstairs and parked. I looked inside the café and spotted her immediately. That signature ginger hair of hers. I liked it. Her and the staff currently tidying the place. Oh, it was closing. So, she should be finished soon. Let's see how she was going home.
I spent my time in my car watching the lady cleaning and helping the staff pick up chairs and put them on top of the table. What would she look like on top of my desk? Completely naked. Her pussy fully displayed. Her gorgeous tits made my mouth water. "Fuck, stop." Jesus, I'd never been feeling this way towards a woman. Towards someone I barely knew. I felt like a psycho. Besides, she was working with Sarah. In conclusion, she was off-limits. Sarah would positively murder me if I touched Ginger.
My phone chimed. Pulling it out, Mia's name flashed on the screen. What did she want? "Yeah."
"Are you coming tonight?" What?
"To where?"
"To SIN, where else? Did you forget? I'm reconfirming because some of your harems have been asking about you. I told them you were coming, but I wanted to make sure." Shit. I completely forgot to visit my club. The thought flew out of the window the second I got my eyes on the beautiful girl inside, waiting for me to ravish her. I could've taken her there to let her know who I was. But the thought quickly sickened and disgusted me. Such a pure girl like her should not be around my dark world. The sick thing was I wanted her to know. To force her to accept me as who I was. "Konrad?" Mia called.
"I'm not going," I said.
"What? Why?"
"I have a job to do."
"Did Gary finally give you something to do?" No.
"It's important," I answered while eyeing Ginger going out of a room.
"Well, I'm not going to force you. I can't do anything if you have to do your office job."
"Sorry," I flatly said, not feeling sorry at all.
"No problem. I'll see you next week, then. If you're still here." Oh, I was definitely still here. Only I probably wouldn't make it to SIN anymore. Because right now...
Ginger was about to get out. "I've got to go," I quickly ended the call. Stuffing my cell, I looked at myself in the rear mirror. I did a quick arrangement on my blond hair and pushed myself out. I stood next to the passenger door. She didn't wear her chef clothes anymore. Now, she was dressed in a V-neck maroon T-shirt and blue jeans. God, that slender neck and her half-shown cleavage, I wanted to dive my mouth there and marked her skin. Get a grip, Spencer. Ginger's amber eyes found me and... Wait a sec, was that...fear I just sensed? Why was she scared of me? I pushed my lower back and strode my legs toward her. I forced myself to stop a foot away from her because I could see if I invaded her space, she would run. Don't run from me, love. I won't allow you. Smiling, "Are you going home now, love?" I asked her.
"Yes?" she answered questioningly.
"Can I take you home?"
"I appreciate it, Mr. Spencer. But I can walk," she quickly refused. The disappointment coated me. My ego was slightly bruised; the damn ego. I had never had a woman reject me in the past. This was the first.
But first thing first.
"It's Konrad, love. I don't think my name is that difficult to pronounce. Besides, cars are more...safe." Yeah, safe if I didn't have these nasty thoughts about her. Specifically, what I could do to her inside the cramped space like my Lamborghini. More importantly, the sound when she called me Mr. Spencer turned on the switch in me and that was dangerous. "And it's late already. I can't let you go home alone while it's dark."
"I've been walking home all this time and I was fine."
"Why are you refusing me?" I countered. I didn't like her to keep doing that to me.
"I'm not refusing you. I just...I don't want to trouble you." Oh, she definitely refusing me. She was scared of me. Okay, I could take the fear, but refusing me? Think again, woman.
"You don't want to trouble me or because you don't want to stick around with me?" Her body fidgeted. She thought I couldn't see that, huh? She knew I was affecting her. And I knew she was affecting me. "Look, I know we just met. But I can promise you that I only want to take you home. That's it. I was in my car already in the basement when I saw Gary going home with Sarah, which made me think you were alone. I can't let a lady go home alone in the middle of the night. Let me take you home, Ginger. Please?" What the fuck was wrong with me? I just begged a woman. I'd never done that before. I rarely begged Sarah, not even my mum or sister.
Her shoulders dropped. "Okay," she said. I smiled wider and extended my hand to her.
"May I take your bag?"
"No, it's okay. It's not heavy." Oh, well.
I opened the door for her. She pushed herself in. I immediately went to my seat before she changed her mind. I revived the engine back on and drove. "Where do you live?"
"The Haven. Sarah's apartment." Oh?
"Really? Well, you can sit at ease. I know where that is." Why Sarah never told me she was living with her? "How long have you been staying with her?"
"About eight months now."
"Eight months? Where were you before?"
"I used to live with my ex-boyfriend. Sarah was the one who asked me to stay with her. I was staying with her until I moved out."
"An ex?"
"Yes, an ex." Okay, I didn't hear it wrong. It was an ex. Meaning she was not with him anymore. Safe. Even if she were still with him, I would snatch her. Shit, I was positively a fucking psycho.
"Why you broke up with him?" She didn't answer immediately. I glanced at her. She looked troubled. "Ginger?"
"We, uh, we fought a lot. I thought there was no way anymore to fix us. I tried but it didn't work out."
"Were the fights verbal or physical?" Please, not physical, or I would seriously kill the bloke.
"Verbal," she lied. I knew this woman less than twelve hours ago but I could already tell she lied. How lucky the man was I didn't know about him. If I did, I would come to hunt him down.
I took a deep and silent breath before I spoke. "I see. How long did you date him?"
"Two years." What the fuck? She dated him for two years while the arsehole kept abusing her? Why the fuck?
"Two years? That's quite a long time for you to get out of that toxic relationship. But don't worry, love. I'm sure you'll get over him soon."
"Thanks." More like I would make her get over him soon. I forced myself into her pretty head if I had to. And it seemed, I must.
No one could infiltrate this woman's mind except me.
What the hell was wrong with me? I kept developing this weird possessiveness over a girl I barely knew. I didn't even know I had one.
We reached The Haven. I stopped the car in the lobby. "Um, thank you for the ride, Mr. Spencer. Good night," she said while taking off the belt. Not so fast, love.
I quickly grabbed her wrist. She froze instantly. She looked at her seized hand before she looked up at me. My heart turned into a drumroll. "What time do you usually go to the café?" I asked, trying not to sound shaky.
"Around eight."
"I'll pick you up tomorrow before eight then."
"What? No, that's okay, Mr. Spencer. I can go by myself."
"Konrad, love. Why the hell do you have to be so difficult to call my name? Anyway, I'm not bothered to pick you up. We're in the same building, right? My apartment is close, so we can go together."
"Why, sir?"
"Oh, don't call me sir, love."
"Why?" Oh, this woman just didn't get the memo. I wonder, was it because of her toxic relationship with her ex she had no idea about this stuff? How old was she again? I felt like talking with a teenager who only found out about her first orgasm.
"Nothing. You're not my staff. It's weird having you call me sir. But anyway, why you don't want me to pick you up?"
"Simple. We just met today."
"And?" Was that even weird to pick her up after our first encounter?
"I just don't understand why you are doing this." Not that I understood myself, too. I became weird around her. But what I did know, I didn't want to be separated from her. I wanted to attach myself to her limbs. To own her. To be mine.
"I want to. I want to do this. And you want me to do this," I declared.
"Do...what?" For goodness sake, the innocence of this woman. Fine, if she didn't understand, I would show her. I was never good at words anyway. I moved closer to her. "Mr. Spen—"
"Don't...move," I ordered and she immediately stopped. Perfect. At least she could listen to my tone that I did not like to be refused. Only the way she kept refusing me oddly turned me on. I felt like I had to keep pushing her to her limit until she gave herself to me. And when she did, I would keep her...forever.
Her ambers never looked away from me as I pushed myself to her. Our noses were touching. Inhaling each other. Our eyes attached to each other. Why couldn't I move? I only needed to move so I could taste her lips. She must taste intoxicating I wouldn't stop kissing her. But why I was feeling this way towards her? I never claimed a woman. I didn't like to be attached. I didn't do this thing. I couldn't do this. I wasn't programmed to. "What the hell is this?" I desperately asked. I wanted to know. I needed the fucking answer. Who could help me? "You're right. We just met. But I—" I trailed off. I didn't know what to say. I wanted this woman. But I didn't want her to be tarnished by my past. Not because she was Sarah's staff, I just couldn't do it. My angel and demon kept fighting around my head. Tell her first, the angel said. She didn't need to know, so snatch her before she ran, the devil said. Shit, just fucking shut up!
So, before I hurt her – because that was the last thing I wanted to do to her – I had to let her go. Now, before I made a fool of myself. I moved away and she quickly jumped out of my car, heading straight to Sarah's building without looking back. Watching her only make me want to get out and chase her.
Fucking hell, I was so screwed.
Only this time, I was glad that I was screwed.
I smirked and shook my head. "It's your lucky day, my sweet girl."
Because the next time I felt this way again, I wouldn't let her get away. I'd do anything to make her stay with me.
Because once she stayed, she fucking stayed.
And not even her could change that.
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Well, lovelies. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, especially those who are missing Konrad or haven't gotten the chance to know him first. If you want to get to know him more, you can check on my Radish to meet him. And maybe one day, I could present another chapter like this. Maybe what's inside his mind when he starts to show his Yandere side. Writing this part was so fun! Getting inside Konrad's head is both enjoyable and scary at the same time. I enjoyed it because he was unpredictable. Scary, because, well, his caveman's side was unpredictable. Sometimes I questioned what the hell to him -_-
Well then, I'll be seeing you again next time!
Oh, btw, I've changed my name for my publishing purposes. From now on, I'm "Janne Pauline", it's my real name. You can still find me as "Jennifer Lee" here and on Dreame :) Also, Konrad's trilogy will be available in ebook and paperback so stay tuned for that. I'm so excited to finally have him and Ginny in my hands! Sasha and Autumn are on their way :3 Wish me luck, loves!
Once again, Happy birthday, Mr. Spencer! :D