CHAPTER 12

MARSHA'S POV:-

I opened my eyes again and looked at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life. His arms were strong and muscular. They were protectively wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his tall figure. His chest was broad. He was taller than me. He had golden skin. I could not help but touch my fingers with his skin. He had light brown hair that was messy. His nose was straight and his lips were pink. He had a chiseled jaw with a lightly grown beard that looked perfect on his face.

I tried to touch his face again but was stopped. He held my hand and opened his eyes. With all that killing beauty, his eyes were also murderous. He had deep blue eyes that looked like the ocean. A smirk reached his lips as he noticed me drooling over him. My cheeks burned as I knew he had caught me red handed.

I tried to get off of him but his hold was firm around my waist. I tried hard but all my efforts died in his arms. As if he was ten times stronger than me that I was not able to move a finger. He laid straight on the bed and I ended up on his chest. My breath hitched as his finger touched the bear skin of my lower back. He did not say anything. Neither I had spoken a single word. We were just lying on the bed and staring at each other.

After a few minutes of admirations, he grabbed a lock of my hair and gently pushed it behind my ear. My cheeks burned even more when the tips of his fingers touched the sensitive skin of my neck. "I have seen many beautiful horizons. I have witnessed pure beauty. I have seen many beautiful ladies in my life. But nothing is more stunning than you." I gulped hard as I heard his compliment.

He grabbed my hips and with an easy swing, he flipped us both on the bed. My eyes widened as I realized that I was lying underneath his strong and tall body. I tried to push him but he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. My breath quickened up and my heart was drumming fast inside my rib cage.

I did not know him at all but still it felt like I knew him. As if he would protect me. As if he could never harm me at all. As if I knew I was safe with him.

He leaned over my neck and I closed my eyes. I had never felt that way before. As if I wanted to know what he was about to do and how it would feel. He buried his face in the crock of my neck and inhaled deeply. As if he was savoring my scent. I whimpered softly when I felt a ghost kiss on my neck. I heard him chuckle when I whimpered. He pulled his face out then buried it on the other side. He nuzzled the tip of his nose with my neck. I tried but could not suppress the moan that escaped my lips. As if he was enjoying that little torture he was giving me.

He pulled his face out and looked at me. "Why are you this gorgeous? I can not stop myself at all. What touched you when you were born." He asked me and my cheeks burned again. I had heard many things about myself and my beauty. But I did not remember to hear such stunning words about me as a compliment. I narrowed my eyes as I was not able to look into his eyes. He chuckled again and pecked my cheek.

I gasped and looked at him. He intertwined his fingers with my fingers and laid on top of me. I did not know what happened, but as he let go of my hands, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. As if I was afraid of losing something. And that something was him. As if I had known him since I was born. He smelled like home. But I really did not know him at all.

"Freddy, are you planning to cuddle with your warm bed the whole day. Get your ass out of that fucking bed and get to work." My eyes widened as I heard another voice. It sounded like the owner of the voice would be male and he would be above fifty.

My cheeks burned as I realized what I was doing. I just gave myself to an unknown man. I backed away a little and pushed him as hard as I could. He chuckled and let go of me. He hopped off of the bed and went to the bathroom. I quickly sat up on the bed to catch my breath and calm my fast beating heart down. After a minute or two, I calmed a little. That was when I looked at myself.

I remembered that I was wearing a sexy long dress but that was no longer on my body. I was in a tank top and jeans that definitely was not my size. I gulped hard as I thought he would have changed my clothes. "I know I can not resist you but I am not a pervert. My mother changed your clothes, not me. And even if I would have, I would not have seen your private parts without your permission." He whispered in my ear and I turned to look at him. I was so drowned into my thoughts that I did not realize that he was already out of the bathroom. He was so close to me that his minty fresh breath was fanning on my face. My brain shut down as the fresh scent of his aftershave hit my nostrils. He again leaned over and pecked my cheek. He then cupped my face and pecked my forehead. I could not help but lean into him when he pecked my forehead.