"What happened last night?", her fiery eyes blazing blue fire. Her hoarse voice, cracking in pain and confusion.
Skye slowly woke up. She immediately noticed that she was unclad, with nothing on her but a soft fleece blanket hiding her bare frame from the cold air blowing through the air conditioning system.
She was a mess and her mind was hazy. As she opened her unfocused vision, the first thing she saw was a large frame of a man, wearing a white polo, dark blue slacks and black leather shoes, sitting on a huge dark green velvet chair facing her. Seemed like he was awaiting for her slumbering form to wake up.
Was he watching me sleep?
Skye swallowed the lump in her throat.
"What did you do to me?", she wailed. She couldn't even raised her voice out loud.
Was her innocence... gone?
Her purity? Her virginity?
"Did you... did you r-rape me last night?! Did you, Leonard?!", her blue eyes glared at him hatefully. She clutched the blanket closed to her chest.
Hiding herself from this man.
The boy she used to know.
"I didn't", he murmured. His unwavering grey eyes watched her acting timidly for the first time, in a long time.
The last time they saw each other more than 7 years ago, her eyes were furious and her mouth were screaming expletives at him.
"Then why am I not wearing anything?!"
"All I did was remove your clothes. I didn't violate you if that's what you're thinking", he answered in that dry tone of his as if it was a normal occurrence between them both, him taking her clothes off. "Your dress was full of vomitus. I didn't want the sheets to smell."
Skye blushed in tender embarrassment.
He was more concerned about his possessions than my own well-being?!
"I-I want to go home...", Skye said in a small voice. She didn't want to be here.
Especially with him!
"I will call A.D. and tell him. Why were you in that club?"
"W-we celebrated our last day of Fashion week."
"Who were you with? What did you drink? When did you start drinking?", Leo bombarded her with questions.
Skye bit her trembling lower lip. She just wanted to hide under the covers and forget about everything.
Everything including him and his presence.
"I swear Skyelar, if you won't tell me I'll...", Leo stopped and took a deep breath, calming himself in the process.
This seemed like a déjà vu between them all over again.
Him interrogating her every time he caught her doing something untoward as a little girl.
"Do you remember anything?", Leo asked. He leaned forward. His eyes observed her and his voice was gentle and kind.
"I don't." Skye's eyes welled up with tears again. "I-I heard voices talking to each other in the private room but I didn't r-recognised their voices. My hearing wasn't clear. I... I think... there was something mixed in my drinks... I... I was—"
"You were drugged", Leo replied matter of factly.
"Maybe... but with what?"
"Something potent. A dangerous kind."
"A roapie?", Skye's trembling eyes looked at him as she asked innocently.
"Could be but I doubt it." Leo replied in a whisper.
"Why?", she chided.
"The effects... on your body was too extreme." Leo cleared his throat and leaned back onto the chair.
The conversation was making both of them uncomfortable.
"Was I raped?", Skye inquired, her voice almost unheard.
Is that why her private parts felt so swollen?
"Hardly. You made it out on time. You were able to escape your captors."
"Were they someone I know?", she asked again.
"I'm looking into that. I'm waiting for my people to call me back."
Skye started crying. Her face was drenched with tears.
"Did you tell A.D? M-mom and dad?"
"Do you want me to?", Leo asked.
"No, please. I don't want them to worry about me. My parents and A.D. don't have to know."
"They need to."
"Please... don't." Skye's eyes rampantly washed with pitiful tears. "I-I can solve this. I-I will find the people who did this to me... Or... I... I could just fly back home and forget about everything that happened last night. Please Leo, no one needs to know... about what happened." She couldn't control the sobs that bombed out of her mouth.
"But somebody does and that someone wanted to harm you, Skyelar", Leo's eyes darkened with furious intensity.
"No, please... just let it go... I just want to forget e-everything."
Leo kept his silence but his brooding face wasn't removed from his visage.
Skye knew he wouldn't listen to her plea and that he wouldn't stop until he finds who were those people who meant to harm her.
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Skyelar.
Skye hated it everytime he uttered her name in that way. As if she was still the unruly, little girl that he enjoyed reprimanding at all costs.
She felt like huffing and puffing like the big, bad wolf in the Three Little Pigs children's book. A habit she acquired as a child every time he said her name in that tone of voice of his.
However this time, that voice came from a very handsome and attractive gentleman.
The last few words of exchanged they had was infuriating.
"If you don't want me telling your brother then you stay the hell where you are, Lady." Leo's voice booming in that bedroom. "I will let my men gather your things."
"I'm staying in a hotel with my friend, Diana. I want to—"
"Can you trust her?", he asked in a deadly, cold voice.
"I-I don't know", Skye's whispered. Doubt started surging into her mind.
"Unless we made sure that none of your friends are involved in this, you can't trust anyone."
"Not even you?"
Leo didn't reply. He just gave her a pointed look.
Then the silence between them lengthened.
Suddenly his mobile phone rang and disturbed the silence.
"Yes?", he answered and listened to the caller. "Transfer the call to my office", Leo's eyes never left hers as he spoke.
Skye sat there, biting her lip anxiously.
He's leaving me?
"I have to go and take care of business", Leo replied. It was as if he could read her mind. "If there's anything you need, Nancy here will assist you."
As if on cue, an older lady came inside the bedroom and nodded her head at me with a little smile on her face.
"I called the doctor to do a thorough physical examination on you. You had some bruises on your arms and thighs as well as..."
"Stop! Please, just go!", Skye's face was crimson red.
Now she knew he had a better look at her nakedness as she first thought he did.
Leo raised his eyebrow at her.
"Don't go anywhere. We're still not through with this conversation. I'm warning you, Skyelar." His stare divulged he meant every words he said.
Then Leo left without looking back.
Skye closed her eyes in shame.
So ashamed to learn that he undressed her.
Then a thought came through her mind.
She didn't even say 'thank you' to him for saving her life.
What a miserable human being is she?
An ungrateful wench!
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Skye stood up and went outside the balcony facing the river. She hugged herself due to the cold wind blowing. She lightly brushed her hair that escaped her high ponytail and tucked them behind her ears. The new yellow, cotton Paloma maxi dress she wore flowed gently on her shapely form.
Nancy helped her washed her face and combed her tangled mass of dark blonde hair. The Majordomo related to her that she wasn't allowed to bathe herself yet because apparently Leonard ordered the physician to do the rape kit testing on her.
After Nancy helped grooming her, she excused herself in order to make breakfast arrangements for their beautiful guest, as she put it. Her kindness was in contrast to her Lord and Master, Leonard 'the meanie giant' Russo.
As always, whenever they see each other, Leo scolded her as if she was an ill-mannered child.
But what happened last night?
Skye couldn't recall anything other than her feeling cold, frustrated and desperate.
However, vivid memories of a blurry face of a man whispering her name provocatively kept haunting her.
Who was he?
Or was it just my imagination?
Just thinking about that man awoke her womanly senses.
Oh God, what have you done to yourself, Skyelar?
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She frightened him last night.
When Leo saw her vacant sky blue eyes full of tears and helplessness, it scared him.
The same emotions aroused every time he caught her doing something dangerous as child play during their childhood.
When Leo saw her clinging desperately at him and begging him to have his way with her to quenched her self-gratification hunger, she confused him.
He took a deep breath.
The Skyelar he met last night, was no longer the little, cheeky girl he used to know.
She turned into a gorgeous, beautiful bombshell.
A heavenly Goddess that men would want to worship at her feet.
Leo swallowed hard. Recalling the moments he shared with her.
After helping her reached her sexual satisfaction several times last night, he couldn't ignore his own carnal needs. Leo satisfied himself for his own sexual pleasure. He masturbated twice because he couldn't contain the uncomfortable pain between his thighs. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, his mind was filled by her sexy and curvaceous form.
That small waist, those rounded pert breasts, wide hips and plump buttocks that fit right into his hands...
And that sweet, little shaved pussy.
These kinds of thoughts are dangerous.
He felt disgusted with himself. Skye was like a little sister to him, whom he protected relentlessly when they were younger.
Leo closed his eyes tightly.
He ended up taking a cold shower, and playing with himself. Doing it in a colder setting was uncommon but his hard on just wouldn't go down.
He knew he didn't have the right to touch Skye in that raunchy way but he couldn't let any man do it for her.
Last night she needed someone between her thighs and no matter how shameful to admit it to himself, he was glad and relieved that it was him whom she bumped into.
Sipping his warm earl grey tea, he studied the woman that Skye had become as she stood looking at Lake Como from the guest bedroom's balcony.
Unaware of the presence and subtle stare from someone who used to care about her as a teenage boy.
Then last night, as a wordly man who saw her in her womanly figure in all her abandoned, naked glory.