"What now?",her voice barely a whisper but audible enough to hear, quiet but with unspoken strength.
As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but wonder, his mind drifted to another scenario, If things were different, where perhaps she was his lover or someone dear to him, he imagined himself leaning his head to the warmth of her thighs, finding solace in them, resting his head there as she ran her delicate slender fingers through his head, soothing away his stressful days, his worries as they gazed quietly into the fire.
But then, as his gaze fell upon her disheveled and messy locks and slightly parted lips, the way she looked at him through her thick, velvety lashes, a second, more provocative image far too raunchy and licentious began to form in his mind.
He imagined taking her on the soft rug by the fireplace, he pictured her, on him, moving gracefully, her soft dark tousled curls entwined in his fingers, scattered effortlessly across her face and her shoulders as she moved sensually above him.
But no, things were different. He swiftly dismissed the fantasy, reminding himself that their reality and situation was anything far from that.
She was but a stubborn thief, a means to an end, a pawn. She was not the epitome of passion, allure, and fierce sensuality he had imagine. Her innocent looks were a facade, concealing a cunning and sinister woman, who had agreed to a questionable deal, driven by self-preservation and greed. He wouldn't be fooled by her appearance; he knew the truth,the kind of woman she was.
He was a man who didn't easily yield to emotional vulnerability, succumb to a woman's touch or crave affection. Frailty was an alien concept to him; a bastion of discipline and unyielding, in every situations, including sensual matters; when it came to women.
In a swift motion, he concealed the document in of his coat.
"Now, we should probably discuss public appearance as a couple. We need to be seen a couple of times together in public, dates perhaps. We need to start building the narrative of our whirlwind romance". He eyed her briefly " I'm sure the paparazzi will be ecstatic. And ofcourse, we need to make sure our public displays of affection are convincing". A smile played on his lips, earning a sharp, warning glance from her.
"I'll take my leave now, I've kept you up longer than you need to be, go to bed. You need to rest".
He stood up to leave. He took a deep breath, his eyes still locked on hers.
"Now, we'll need to get you some clothes. You can't stay in that forever." He gestured to the clothes she had on, a hint of amusement in his voice as she looked down at the clothes she had on.
"And once you're settled, we can discuss the details of the wedding." His gaze lingers on hers for a brief moment before turning the door knob to leave.
"Goodnight Isabella.."
He closed the door quietly behind him as he left,the echoes of his footsteps departing could be heard in the quiet hallway until it could be heard no more.
Isabella drew her knees up to her chest hugging them,she haven't felt this vulnerable and weak in a long time,so helpless at the mercy of someone else. She haven't felt this lonely and trapped in the longest.
With that, she broke down in a slient cry, she hated herself for feeling this helpless,for crying like a weakling. She hated the fact she had been so careless and reckless enough to get herself caught. And of all people, she ended up with the devil himself who took great pleasure in the game he played.
With that she fell into a long, tired and depressed slumber.
Whatever will be will be