Roy entered Ella's room on the fourth night of their times being apart while staying in the same house. Her mother for some strange reason considered sleeping with her daughter all the nights and if she wasn't sleeping the night off with her then she would be staying in her room long enough for Roy to fall asleep waiting to get a chance to talk with Ella.
Striding in with confident steps he broke in the midst of their laughter about something. They abruptly stopped laughing after he came close to the bed where Emma was seated with her daughter's head on her lap. Hardly caring about disturbing their time, because he intended to disturb it, "There is a matter requiring your presence. I cannot bring it here due to its importance." He waited for her to react quickly, just like she does when she is summoned for by the corporation.
"About whom?" She asked, remaining in the same position, much to his disappointment. He let his eyes roam through the creamy night dress she wore, which looked slim in fabric, easily tear-able.
Trying hard not to show any such compelling emotions in his eyes, especially in front of the devil gawking on him threateningly, Roy closed his eyes then opened them to blurt out, "The project of India. You have to select the designs, after which they will start working." He knew it was a terrible excuse of excusing her from her mother's overprotective grasp, but he didn't have any other pressing matter until he would talk about the boy residing here, which he knew she wouldn't want to speak about. For some unknown reason she seemed to have taken a liking to the boy, ignoring that he is a guest and not to be kept in here forever, hence not coming forward to send him off.
She blinked at him, "That project is about the dress designs, Roy. How can I be the judge of that?"
"I don't know. Ms. McCarthy has pointed out that it should go through the throne." She gave him a funny look which he agreed should be, considering they have received such requests from a dozen people but never took any effort to consider upon.
Before she could say anything else to make him appear a fool in front of Emma Kingsly who was staring daggers at him which he smiled off speaking, "You are coming or not?" He swore he would drag her out of her safe haven she had created for herself much to his dislike, if she didn't come on her own. No matter he would have to lock her mother away, if necessary.
Ella uncrossed her legs, straightening up to go with him, who sighed in relief for having his plan work. "Ella." Her mother stopped them both, the man going crazy in his mind with the days he had to endure without having her by his side. Ella had already turned to her mother with questioning gaze, followed by the reluctant Roy. "It's cold tonight. Wear something warm." It seemed the woman was preventing her daughter from being devoured by the man standing there, else the night seemed normal to Roy.
Ella kissed her mother in return, "I'll be back. Goodnight." Giving a last look at the suspicious eyes of the Devil mother, he finally led Ella outside her room to the study. He could have wanted her in his room which was close to hers, but her mother was currently residing in the dangerous quarters, he needed to steer clear of. For now.
Shutting the door of the study after Ella entered, Roy was quick to pull her in his arms, kissing so hard that she struggled to maintain her feet on the ground, it was a few seconds later she responded to his ferocious kiss which was taking time to match his urgent one. After feeling like going through a hurricane in a matter of minutes, he didn't stop being gentle in between for once. He started rough, ended rough, hoisting her to meet her eyes level-headed, his hands roamed through her body which was freed from the shawl she had put around he said, "I think this should make you warmer than that." He indicated about the shawl that was lying like a dirty rag on the floor, unworthy on her body as he thought while skimming her bare thigh, he managed to drag the gown up to.
Pulling herself back from him after a lot of while as she was resistant in doing so, but she reminded her self of self-control and acted thereafter. Fixing her dress, she turned to the side hearing him say, "Do tell your mother, I kept you warm." She stared at the man speaking, "I am sure she didn't mean 'this'."
"How do you know? You didn't say it to her yet." He teased leaning closer then moving back a little, again leaning forward and repeating it. Inching closer slowly he trapped her on the table where they shared their first kiss together. Just remembering it brought happy memories and a warm feeling of clinging on to your desire for this long. Was it even possible to long for the same person this long? He hadn't experienced it with anyone else, so he couldn't exactly theorize on the subject.
Feeling a hard lining on her upper waist, Ella was aware he had strapped her to the study desk, how many times is this happening now? She had lost count. Of course, it is impossible to remember when you don't do the required acts needed to remember, like counting how many times this table was misused in trapping herself. Turning his focus, she asked, "Y-You were saying about the designs," she fixed her eyes on his chest rather than his eyes full of desire, which would soon mirror in her own if she looked more than required.
"No. I wasn't. I was talking about how much I have missed you and how you have avoided me the whole time." He tightened his hold on the table, rattling it slightly in the process. She felt his complaints through his actions. "The unexpected part about all this, is that I have to make silly excuses to meet you now. Even when we are staying under the same roof."
"I do not have to meet you Roy. If you wanted something, you just had to ask." She took his intentions in another way thinking that he must be feeling left out in the house with her being sided with her mother. Earlier, they used to share common moments like eating together, passing each other comments, fighting, arguing; she missed it now that she thought about.
"Oh! 'I' have to ask for us to spend time together. 'I' have to take time out of your schedule to meet me. 'I' have to be the one missing us." He released his hold from the table, turning away from her, which made Ella feel withdrawn and she hated this feeling. Keeping aside her self-control she stated, "You are behaving like I belong to you."
"I am not behaving. I know it." He turned back to her admitting, "There. I know you belong to me. Do not try arguing on that. It won't change, no matter what you say." He declared when she was about to open her mouth to contradict it. She blushed profusely, wanting to hide her face away, she said the obvious, "We are not married."
"What?" He uttered confused to where the topic went to.
"We are not married! Only married people make such claims, Roy Knight. We aren't. We won't."
She fixed her gaze on his reaction to her words, which went to a surprised confrontation. He murmured, "Marriages can be broken."
"It's not a necessity! Not all marriages have to be like our parents'." She seemed to have hit a delicate topic in his heart for his eyes went blank altogether, turning away he went out of the room slamming the door behind him. She shouldn't feel anything, she shouldn't be feeling torn. Why was there a pain inside her chest?
Eventually satisfaction raced through Ella's veins. She had controlled enough to not get herself driven by lust, which had started to cloud around her senses, the more she stayed around him and in the palace. Sitting on the table where she was trapped to a few moments earlier, her legs dangling moved unconsciously she thought about the past few days she had stayed away from Roy, it was hard to. But she willed herself to pass this test on herself.