SHADOW
SEDUCTION
WRITTEN BY : NOEL INNOCENT
CHAPTER TEN: HER LAST RETORT 2
In contemplation, I observe her
silently for minutes before stepping closer. I
pick up a blanket from the bed and gently cover
her body. “I’m sorry,” I murmur as our eyes lock.
“Can you bear with me for six months? Think of
it like a vacation.” She begins to speak, but I
preempt her, “I promise not to touch you without
your consent.”
“I’m giving you my consent,” she says.
“Not like this.” Stepping back, I put my hands in
my pockets. “When I finally touch you, I don’t
want you crying or begging me to stop. I’ll need
the opposite.”
“I don’t…”
I nod, agreeing without letting her finish. “Just
try to heal from your trauma, Lacey. I never
wronged you.”
“You bought me,” she sniffs, and I run my hands
through my hair.
“I did that.” Faking a laugh, I clear my throat.
“Why don’t you sleep?” Without waiting for her
response, I walk out of her room, shut the door,
and head downstairs.
She’s quite a handful. Getting naked like that in
front of me? Who does that? Stopping, I run my
hands through my hair, realizing I was close,
dangerously close to pushing her on that bed
and having my way with her, to giving in to my
desires. I’m grateful I held back.
Why would she do that? Trying to see how I
would react? You don’t go into a lion’s den to
make fun of him. “d@mn woman,” I mutter,
walking towards my study room. I open the door
and find Angelo talking cheerfully to Monica.
“Get out,” I growl, already pissed off.
“Excuse me.” Angelo leaves, and I shut the door,
focusing on Lacey’s friend, Monica—red hair,
dark eyes, thin features.
“What do you want with me?”
“You’re Lacey’s friend, right?”
“Lacey?” She stands up and approaches me.
“Do you have any idea where she is? I need to
find her, I need to tell her something very…”
Lifting my hands, I stop her from talking. “Let’s
get things straight, Monica.” I pull out a chair
and sit down. “I didn’t call you here to help you
or anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lacey is mine. She is with me.” A glare creeps
into my face. “I need you to take your nosy life
out of hers. She will be safe as long as you
don’t talk to the police or ever show up here
again.”
“You have to be joking.” She folds her arms. “Do
you think I will do as you say? I will bow down
and say yes?”
“That would have made things easier.”
“I want to see Lacey.” She growls. “I’m sure she
is in here. Lacey! Lacey!” I watch her turn around
to leave the study room. Pulling out my drawer, I
grab my gun and shoot the floor right next to
her leg. She turns around, shock evident in her
eyes.
“I missed on purpose. Don’t expect me to do that
again.”
“Why? What did Lacey do to you?”
“Everything.” Getting up, I look at her. “What is it
you wished to let her know? I will pass it to her.”
“Edwin, she should stay away from him.”
I stare at her. “That’s it?” She nods, and I exhale.
“Angelo.” Few seconds pass before he walks in.
“Take her to her house. I’m done with her.”
“Okay.”
Walking out of my study room, I head upstairs
to my bedroom, shut the door, take off my
clothes, and lay down on the bed. Closing my
eyes, my hands move to my already hard ÇOçk.
“Lacey,” I mumble, the image of her naked won’t
leave my head, those firm Brë@št, thin waist, I
couldn’t get the view of her arse but I bet they
would be soft.
The things I would have done to her, things I
would still have done. “If Gavin hadn’t touched
her before I arrived, I’m sure I would have been
the one to R@PE her.” Saying that, I open my
eyes. I will R@PE her and keep her by my side.
That’s how toxic I am.
Waking up, I glance at the open
windows, the lifted curtains, and the elderly
woman going through the closet. “Good
morning,” she mumbles without turning around.
“I could tell you’re already awake.”
“Good morning.” Sitting up, I look at her. “You’re
dressed up today. Is there an occasion?”
“It’s a Sunday morning.” She turns around with a
beautiful yellow dress. “Get ready. We’ll be
attending morning service.”
“Wait, you mean I’m going to church?” I ask,
looking at her. She smiles, her grey hair rolled
into a donut and pins supporting them. She
wears a white fluffy dress.
“Of course, sir Arthur is also ready,” she says. I
frown, to think that devil also attend Sunday
service
“I prefer a black dress,” I comment. Observing
her reaction, I quickly change my mind. “Okay,
the yellow seems fine.” Getting up, I move to the
bathroom, take my time showering, walk out,
change into the dress, and let her gently brush
my hair down.
“I heard a lot of arguments last night,” she
murmurs, her gaze fixed on my hair. “Have you
two made up?”
“Not yet,” I respond. “I’m sure Arthur is a handful.
Why are you still with him?”
That makes her chuckle. “After his parents left
him, dying in a tragic accident, I couldn’t bear to
see him alone. They were all he had, and to
bring him back to his old self, I had to stay here.
” She continues after exhaling, “I could say he is
more like a son to me now.”
“An arrogant son,” I comment.
She chuckles again. “Arthur is known to get
wh@tëver he wants, Lacey. I’m not sure what’s
happening in your two’s relationship, but try to
see behind all he says. He hardly even knows
what he is feeling.”
“What do you mean?” I turn around and look at
her.
“He has a problem of being possessive of
things—toys, books, pens…you name it.
Whenever he gets something, he gradually
becomes obsessed.”
Looking at her, I come to a conclusion. “You
know I’m not his girlfriend.” She smiles,
completely ignoring me.
“Come on, we should go.” Watching her leave
my room, I frown. If she knows I’m not his
girlfriend, why didn’t she try to help me? She’s a
woman; she should understand me, right?
Getting up, I grab my white purse, put on the
white heels, and shake the thoughts from my
head. Maybe if I pray to God, He will finally
recognize me again. Walking downstairs, I hear
voices—one belonging to Arthur, the nanny, and
others. Two men with black hair and one with
green dyed hair stand behind Arthur.
“Good morning,” I mumble awkwardly. My gaze
moves to Arthur, who surprisingly isn’t looking
at me but his phone. It doesn’t bother me; it’s
not like I dressed up for him to give me a
compliment or anything.
“Let’s go,” Arthur says.
Sitting in the car, my new bodyguard, Angelo, is
sitting at the back seat while the nanny and
others took a separate car. I should ask about
the nanny’s name; I can’t keep calling her that.
“How was your night?” Arthur breaks the silence.
“It was fine,” I reply. He says nothing else, just
drives straight to the church, parks the car, and
looks at Angelo. “Take her inside; I’ll be there in
a bit.”
“Yes, sir.”
My gaze moves to stare at a distant Arthur. He
seems to be looking at me, but his attention
isn’t here. “Are you okay?” I find myself asking.
“Better than ever, Lacey,” he fake-smiles. “Go, I’ll
be right behind you.”
“Is not like I care.” Getting out of the car, I follow
everyone into the building, sit down, and breathe
out. The preaching is simple, mostly about
holiness, but my mind isn’t here. I can’t help but
think about Arthur; he seems so lost today.
Looking back, he still hasn’t come in. If things
are going bad for him, that only means he’ll let
me go sooner than expected. My gaze moves to
stare at the symbol of Christ behind the pastor.
God, have you finally listened to my prayers?
Smiling, I decide to get up and check outside for
myself. Walking out of the church, I look
everywhere, my eyes not landing on him. Where
is he? Forget him; this is a perfect chance for
me to get away.
Quickening my footsteps, I keep moving farther
away from the church, and a familiar voice
makes me frown. “What do you mean I can’t see
her?” I move closer and watch Arthur standing
opposite Edwin. “I told you, I want her back.”
Those words make me stand still and shocked.
Edwin? He wants me back?
“Don’t cross your line, Edwin.” Arthur moves
closer, the aura he seems to be emitting from
his body feels very deadly. “Nobody, absolutely
nobody, gets to touch what’s mine.”
“I met her first,” Edwin mumbles before his gaze
meets mine. “Lacey.” I couldn’t move; everything
seems so confusing. So confusing that I can’t
seem to catch a break.
“Lacey?” Arthur turns around and looks at me,
finally moving my legs. Before I could reach
Edwin, Arthur holds my hand. “Don’t.” Looking at
him, I look at Edwin, who looks sincere. Why did
I even leave the church?
“Let’s go.” Arthur drags me out of there. I didn’t
struggle, more like I don’t have the strength in
me.
“Is this why you’ve been moody?” I look at him.
“Because Edwin wants me back?”that made me
happy, am sure if Edwin is serious, he will come
and get me soon, but for some reason, I didn’t
want to go today.
Not today. Am slowly getting use to this
environment, I don’t want to rush out of it….
maybe tomorrow, he should get me tomorrow
I look back and stare at Edwin, he look
frustrated.
“It seems so.” He stops walking and looks at
me. “I can’t lose you, Lacey. I don’t want to.”
Looking at him, I couldn’t read the look in his
eyes.
This man keeps confusing me.
I have no idea if it’s sëx he want or me.
TBC
