Eisley's door opened as she walked out of her bedroom on a rainy gloomy day, half awake. She yawned even louder, but Grace's voice came as a rumbling thunder.
"Mrs Kent?" Grace rushed towards her with a bouquet.
Eisley's eyes could barely open, but Grace didn't mind. She pulled her along with her. And once they arrived at the entrance of the house, her eyes opened wide. Eisley moved back quickly, glancing up and down at Grace as some drops of rain splashed on her legs.
"It's flowers," Grace said, and Eisley's eyes followed until she settled on a bouquet of roses. Eisley looked at Grace.
"Flowers? Roses? Who sent them?" Her gaze shifted to the rose bouquet.
"I think Mr Kent did,"
Eisley looked around. "Where is he?" She questioned, scrutinising the room.
"He went out last night. He didn't return," Grace said. Her mouth twitched, but an amused smile graced her lips.
"So? Is he getting me flowers? This is new," Eisley smiled harder until her set of teeth showed.
I told you Mr Kent isn't that bad. He might be a gangster but he isn't heartless," Grace said, laughing as she watched Eisley pick up the flowers.
"You never said that," Eisley frowned. Grace was about to speak, but she grabbed her stomach, groaning. "I'm hungry. Oh!" She exclaimed.
Grace rolled her eyes, "I made you something nice."
Eisley inhaled the rose with a smile as she followed behind Grace. As soon as they arrived at the kitchen, Eisley paused and shivered. Her eyes darted around the kitchen. He was the only one in the kitchen, Magnus. Grace looked back at her, seeing the terrific glares. She moved towards her slowly and took her hands, taking her the other way.
The silence in the kitchen was heavy. No eye contact, only heavy breathing.
"I see you love the flowers," Magnus said, breaking the silence.
Eisley paused as she tried to inhale the red rose once again. Her eyes narrowed towards Magnus. Sick smiles imprinted on his semi-chapped lips.
"What?" Eisley asked, turning around. Her eyes moved from Grace to Magnus.
"The flowers, those roses. It took me so much time to get it. I remember you saying you loved red roses. It's been ages since I got you one,"
The muscles on her face stiffened, and a hint of shock and confusion flashed through her face. Her eyes gaped at the realisation. She looked at those beautiful red roses, and her eyes turned cold and dark. Magnus's smug smile fell as he sported a regretful expression wash through her.
"Oh, I didn't know it was yours. I thought it was Irwin," Eisley said, her tone filled with disdain.
Magnus looked at Grace. "I—"
"There's no need for explanation. I'm sorry, I took what was yours," Eisley said, cutting him short.
"No, Eisley," Magnus paused, seeing the bitterness crept into her eyes. "I got them for you," his voice became low as Eisley's face lowered, letting her long eyelashes cover her cold eyes.
"Mr Sawyer," she raised her head. "Please, let's this not repeat. I'm no longer your wife. I do not entertain such."
Magnus's brows rose. The vein on his forehead bulged out. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cecily's words played like a memory in his head. He fell silent.
Eisley handed the rose to Grace and turned to leave but stopped seeing Robert staring at them. She took a deep breath of frustration.
She took a step and remembered wherever Robert was, Irwin was.
"Irwin?" Eisley asked. Robert slowly looked away from the rose to Eisley.
"Mr Kent is busy and doesn't want to be disturbed," Robert said lightly.
She sighed heavily, looking back at Grace. "I'll be in my room, do me a favour, and throw that out or give it back. I don't need it."
"Eisley, can I have a word, please? Give me a chance,"
Eisley quickly stormed out of the room. As soon as she arrived at the living room, she exhaled loudly. Her eyes carefully accessed the room. A tiny light escaping through a small opening caught her attention. Eisley looked around once it was clear. She took gentle steps approaching the light. It seemed to be coming from a room.
She passed by Irwin's office and continued until she got closer to the room. She hid, peeping through the small opening of the door, not fully closed.
Her jaw dropped at the sight of Irwin's painting. She looked closer, dimming her eyes, and there were paintings of different flowers, things, and other things she barely recognised.
She stood at the door, watching him smoke and paint. Irwin paused for a while, staring at what he was doing for a moment. He dropped the brush aggressively, taking the pipe out of his mouth. He took a deep breath and looked back in a flash, making it impossible for Eisley to hide. His dark, bewitching gaze sent a chill down her spine as his eyes held hers.
She gulped tensed. A wry smile inched her lips. Their gaze focused on each other for a minute before Irwin turned around and pushed the pipe into his mouth again, smoking and exhaling the smoke.
"Can I?" Eisley swallowed, glancing apologetically at him.
Irwin's cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light, piercing through her soul as he remained silent. Eisley remained still as her heart raced erratically.
Suddenly, his cold eyes turned warm, and he smiled. "Come on in," He said.
Eisley took careful steps inside. "Close the door, cupcake," Irwin added. A soft moan escaped Eisley's lips, and her legs pressed tightly. However, she shut the door after and looked back at him.
Heavy silence reigned between them. "You paint," Her words came out shaky.
"Surprised that a gang leader has a hobby?" Irwin asked, sitting on a stool.
Eisley chuckled, urging to roll her eyes. "Maybe,"
"Well, I do. I also love to swim and hunt," Irwin said, but his eyes scanned her as if she were prey. He took a deep breath, letting it out. "People mostly, it's fun,"
Eisley's smile disappeared. She nodded subconsciously, fixing another smile and then letting out an awkward laugh.
Eisley cleared her throat. "What are you painting?" They both turned in the direction of the incomplete painting.
"Something, I can't seem to get it, right," Irwin replied.
Eisley's eyes scanned the room, staring at the other painting he had possibly painted.
"Did you paint all this?" She asked and cleared her throat even more when she found a queen-sized bed in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, I did," Irwin answered, following her gaze. Once he found the bed. He looked back at her, and her eyes glued his penetrating gaze. "I often spend a long time here, and I need sleep,"
Eisley nodded, taking two steps closer. "That's nice. How long are you going to spend here?"
"Not long, I can't concentrate," his hushed tone followed a hint of naughtiness.
"Oh. That's sad," Eisley tilted her head, fiddling her thumbs.
Eisley stared around with a wide smile. "I'm going to leave you. Robert said you can't be disturbed," Eisley walked further into the studio, staring at the paintings. "You never draw a person, or did you once do it, and it's no longer here. You could sell these," Eisley added, walking around, staring at the paintings. She paused at what he was trying to draw. It wasn't complete, but it looked like a long hair
She looked back at Irwin. His eyes brimmed with something she couldn't pinpoint.
"Is this a person?" She asked, but her words faded, seeing him genuinely stunned. Eisley's mouth twitched. She looked back at the painting.
Eisley sucked her lower lips and stood up, looking at Irwin. "I better go, I don't want to be a bother," She gulped, walking past Irwin, but his strong arms grasped her wrist, hauling her towards him.
His arms wrapped around her waist. Irwin lifted her into his arms, and Eisley's arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs around his waist.
"I didn't say you could leave," Irwin said, staring at her.
Eisley stared at him speechlessly. He walked towards a brown leather sofa and sank into it as he sat. Eisley eyes danced around his face, tensed. A shiver shot through her when he lifted his hands around the bottom of the pink lace nightdress and stroked my tits lightly from underneath teasingly. Her eyes shut instinctively as Irwin was getting rid of her nightdress. Eisley raised her hands and watched him toss it to another corner of the room.
Their eyes met, and Irwin leaned closer, cupping one of her full breasts in his palms, and his mouth devoured the other.
Irwin kissed and aimed even higher kissing her shoulders. While his hands cupped her breast, and his other hands around her waist, hauling her closer.
There was a moment when Irwin's breath caught, just a second before Eisley's searching mouth landed on his. A split second of anticipation made him flush from head to toe and got his panties instantly wet and his shaft hard.
They took time, though, and kissed for sparkling minutes, tasting and luxuriating in each other's tongues. Irwin kept his arms possessively on Eisley's waist. The stubble grazing her skin much more sharply now. He was hungry.