Plotting, Scheming and First Kiss

"What is it do you want from me?" Clara whispered to the dangerous man in front of her. The garden was so serene, contradicted her clamorous heart.

"I want you. All of you." He raised her chin to him with his green eyes ablazed and so blatant in desire.

But something darker lurks behind. Clara couldn't explain it but she just knew, he wants more. He wanted to possess her heart, her soul and the most urgent one - her body.

"What if you won't get what you wish for?" She dared to ask.

"Oh I will. Because I have something in my hand that you most cherished."

Her face crumpled instantly, his grip on her chin felt punishing.

He used Clara's father to threaten her. So that was the reason he stationed Lucas by Mr. Davis's side when she tought it was an act of kindness in her kidnapper's mind.

She was a fool for believing that.

"Please give me some time to think. You brought me here without my consent, uncaring of my feelings and threaten the one I loved. How could you possibly think that I will come to you willingly?"

She knew her argument was useless, but she had to try nonetheless.

He stared ahead, as if to consider her words. Then he said, "Ok. You have three days to think about it."

"Three days? Surely you can't expect me to decide that fast." She exclaimed, wringing her hands in despair.

"Three days. That's it." He said with a hard voice full of finality.

Xander escorted Clara back to the small room when he saw that she didn't interested in their leisure walk in the garden anymore. The first time she saw the garden, her lovely features came alive. It was imprinted in his memory of her lush red cheeks, a small happy smile decorating her cupid's bow lips makes him want to kiss her.

He couldn't resist her gorgeous body's calling, it would be such a waste if he didn't taste and tease it.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

When they reached the room, he said, "Don't ever try to run away, Clara. I'll search and hunt you down. You'll be sorry if you did."

Green eyes pierced hers and waiting for something, so she nodded her head grimly.

"You'll see it won't be that bad. I offered you what other women desperately want." He winked at her with such a charming smile and closed the door, sealing her fate.

Xander watched Clara pacing the small room again through his laptop. He'd installed CCTVs in the places she permitted to roamed.

He wanted that graceful limbs under his body, panting his name. It had been a long time since he had someone in his bed, not that he waited for her, but Clara's face always haunted him.

He doused his head under the cool water dripping from a shower head, tried to ignore the jutting cock, asking for attention. When the cool water proved to be ineffective, he punched the bathroom walls with his fist and muttered some swear words.

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Xander noticed that Clara had lost her appetite since yesterday, no matter how tempting the food that had been served, she'd eaten half of her meal then pushed the plate away. She treated her breakfast and lunch with the same behavior.

"What ails you? Is the food not to your liking?" Xander asked, irritated by her behavior. There were millions of hungry people out there and yet here she just threw the best meals cooked by a 5-star chef.

Clara, startled by his attention, said guiltily, "Oh.. The food was superb. I'm full."

"I thought I'd already made it clear to you. I expect an honest answer coming from your mouth." He said with a flat voice, neither yelling or raising his tone yet it scared her more.

"I'm just.. Nervous about, you know." Clara admitted, blushing.

He laughed mockingly, "Dont act like a naive girl. It's very unbecoming you."

Clara sucked in her breath, enraged by his remarks and thoughts of her. Even though she was working as a pole dancer, which most of the people called stripper, but she was not the same.

"Fine. I'm nervous because it's not every day I get to sleep with my kidnapper!" She said heatedly.

With that being said, he was confused why it made him angry. Maybe he was swayed by that angelic face and innocent air she portrayed. Because what kind of girl working as a stripper—pole dancer as she insisted—still managed to be pure. But he also knew that Clara never serve masher man at the club.

There was only one way to make sure.

"Sleep is the last thing we'll do, honey." He smirked cruelly. "I might not be the first man to bed you, but I will be the unforgettable man ever grace your bed."

Clara's eyes widened, fisted hand was holding back from punching his handsome face. But she just lowered her gaze to the abundant foods on the table, while her pink colored face raised to a deeper red shade.

It was hard to sleep on the hard floor with only a blanket as protection, her body was already sore. By the last night before their agreement takes place, Clara asked for proper bed when they dined together again.

"Uhmm.. Xander."

Xander stared at her, sipping his Pinot Noir and only raised his eyebrows at her.

"I wonder if I will always sleep at that room even after we…" Much to her embarassment, she couldn't continue.

"Don't forget your place, Clara. You're still my prisoner. A gorgeous prisoner who will only warm my bed." Xander said casually.

Clara inhaled deeply, "But if you provide me with soft mattress instead of that cold small room, surely I could satisfy you more."

He'd almost burst his delicious wine hearing her seductive voice. The little mouse!

Clara managed to stand from the table and walked towards him, her legs nearly buckled, but she couldn't fail this one. With her hips swaying invitingly and a face full of promises, she stopped beside him.

"Please Xander. What's the harm if I moved from that room and you give me a proper bedroom. Say.. my once bedroom." She touched his muscled arms, twitching under her delicate touch.

"It's not far from the master's bedroom, so it will be more convenient if you want to visit me or vice versa." She bit her luscious cherry lip.

Seems to be under her spell, Xander's better judgement clouded by his timid mouse's transformation into her true self.

"You could move after I have you." Xander found himself agreeing.

"But my body's already sore and hurt from many nights sleeping on the hard floor. I couldn't even sleep last night." She pouted, her hand gripping his biceps.

Xander eyed her for a long time, under his scrutiny, Clara dropped her hand with defeated face.

"Fine. You'll sleep at your old bedroom tonight. I will ask the maid to change the sheets." Xander finally relented.

Her before dejected face changed to disbelief happiness, like a kid who was suddenly get what she desired. Her smile blossomed, lifting her high cheekbones.

"Oh, thank you Xander!" She exclaimed.

"With a little price." He said, "Kiss me."

With a blush and almost tripped her foot, Clara leaned in and pecked him on the left cheek. But Xander was quick to grab her arm, pulling her forward and seized her lips. He was an expert, his kiss turned to slow and sensual one, coaxing her mouth to open up and accept his tounge an entry, subdued her startled resistance.

Much to her embarrasment, Clara kissed him back. He tasted as good as he smelled. Her hand tighten on his shirt. When the kiss ended, they were panting. Clara shoved him away with a little cry when she finally came to her senses.

This is so wrong! How could she kissed this monster!

He just sat there looking majestic on his throne. He said with triumphant voice, "You're proving to be passionate in bed, little mouse."

*** End of Chapter 5 ***