Sydney

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator bell rang. And the first thing I saw, was darkness. Shapes furnished the room all in black. The lit-up city was the most prominent visual. A breathtaking view from floor to ceiling.
The lights lit up and the biggest living room I had ever seen sprawled in front of my eyes. Those dark shapes were state-of-the-art furniture.

I was still looking around in a daze while Aiden, took off his suit jacket, and tie. Folding the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms, he walked off then returned with a first aid box and some ice.

"Sit," he told me.

I complied and took a seat on the couch.

"Let's take a look at this," he applied a cool towel to my face before applying an ice pack. He was all business as he worked on my swollen face.

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Do you need a doctor?" He asked gently.

"No. I guess nothing that won't heal." I replied.

He groaned and examined my head, as well as a massive bruise on my back.

"When I watched him leave after you, I guessed it couldn't be for the best. I wish I could have arrived sooner so you wouldn't have had to deal with him in the first place." While putting the ice pack on my lips, he whispered.

By clasping my hands in my lap, I attempted to calm my trembling hands.

"This would not have happened if you had stayed with me instead of pushing me away and running off by yourself." He went on to say.

Anger flared through me. "So, it was entirely my fault? Your brother attempted to rape me, and it was somehow my fault?" I shook my head, recoiling.

"That's not what I meant, Sydney. You went to the party with me, your safety was my responsibility. I asked you to stay with me. Had you listened to me.........I am not blaming you." He said quietly.

"How about your brother keeping it in his pants and not trying to assault any female he fancied?" I glared at him. "Perhaps, I am expecting too much, he is your brother after all. He'll take after you."

Shit! That was a mistake on my part. His face had become as hard as a mask.

"What do you mean?" He said it with clenched teeth.

"Don't you know? Didn't you kiss me without my consent the first time we met? This has been a game for you, isn't it?"

"It's not like that Sydney, what we have is different."

I rolled my eyes; this man was impossible.

He murmured, "It's late, you should go to bed now."

I stood up and said, "I want to go home."

"You're not going anywhere tonight. I'm not going to leave you alone." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Would you like me to stay here?" With scepticism, I inquired.

"There is a guest room, as well as toiletries and other amenities. You're going to stay here."

I was taken aback and looked at him in astonishment.

"Mr Reiner, no. I'm leaving right now." When I turned to face the door, I was swept off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs with ease.

"Let me go!" I protested, beating my fists on his back. It was of course ineffective.

"You should have listened to me," he added.

"You can't make me stay," I screamed as he tossed me onto a massive bed.

He didn't even look at me.

"I don't have any female-specific clothing, but you're welcome to borrow one of my shirts."

"I'm not interested in your clothes!" I became enraged.

"Would you rather sleep naked? That's all right with me." He cocked his head and smirked.

My cheeks were starting to feel heated.

I murmured, "No, I'd like to borrow a shirt."

He offered a cheeky smile and walked away, pointing to a door and indicating that it was the bathroom. I had a quick glance around. The room, like the rest of the property, was stunning. I made my way to the restroom and examined myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. My face was bruised purple where William had beaten me, and my lips had stopped bleeding but were swollen. I looked like a bashed-up racoon since my mascara had run down from crying. Tears welled up in my eyes once more, and I quickly zipped down my gown and entered the shower. I let the warm water wash over me, mixing with my tears All I wanted was a peaceful life, but ever since Aiden had forced himself into my life. It had become a mess.

"Sydney, open the door," Aiden shouted from the other side.

I opened my eyes; I must have been standing under the shower for like hours.

"You're lucky that I haven't ripped this door open, but if you don't quit then I will," I heard him say. He didn't sound angry but concerned.
"You're still there, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I am," he said. I heard him sigh loudly before speaking again, "It's killing me not to be in there with you right now."

I took a deep breath, built up the courage, and shakily spoke to the door, "Aiden please, just leave me alone."

"No, I am coming in," he shouted stubbornly.

Before I could protest, I heard a click and the door slowly opened.

"What the hell are you doing Aiden?" I said leaning back on the wall and covering myself with my hands. I had never felt so scared in my life.

"I am just trying to help you. Don't torture yourself, it's not your fault."

"Aiden, I am in a shower, naked. Can we talk later?"

"No! come out right now!" He commanded.

I didn't move.

"Come out or I'll drag you out." He made a threat.

"I'm naked!" I uttered it with clenched teeth.


"I know, don't worry I have seen enough naked women. I am not going to pounce on you." He chuckled.

'Of course, Mr playboy, you have,' I said under my breath.

I saw through the misted glass, he had changed into pyjamas and looked delicious. How was it possible to look this good in simple PJs? I switched off the water and cautiously opened the door, avoiding his gaze. I was immediately swaddled in a soft, warm robe. He escorted me out of the bathroom with one arm around my shoulders. He forced me to sit in bed and towel-dried my hair.

He pointed to a neatly pressed t-shirt on the bed and said, "You can wear that to bed."

"My room is directly across from yours. Please let me know if you need anything." He turned away and said something.

I addressed him as "Aiden." He returned the stare, perplexed.
"Would you mind staying?" I asked, shocking even myself!
His eyes glowed that made me shudder. This may have been a blunder.

"Of course, I'll be right back."

As soon as he left. I pulled on my underwear, and then his t-shirt. It fell to my mid-thighs. He returned after a while, gazed at me from top to bottom and then sat down next to me. I could still feel his gaze on me.

"Thank you for saving me and being with me. I don't want to know what he would have done if you hadn't arrived." I spoke.

"You don't have anything to be afraid of anymore, Sydney. I will always be here. Sleep?"
He smiled as he inclined his head to one side. I had asked him to stay, but I was worried about what that may mean to him. He hadn't done anything to me, but the situation was confusing. Aiden's arms wrapped tightly around me and pushed me onto the bed, and I shuddered.

"I.......," I began to argue, but he quickly silenced me.

He pulled me closer to his chest and put his arm around me urging me to sleep. And somehow even in that complicated frame of mind, I slept blissfully.
I awoke the next morning feeling very warm and had something heavy across me. I opened my eyes and was greeted by Aiden possessively holding me to him while he slept. When I tried to move slightly, he mumbled something unintelligible and pulled me closer. Along with the fluffy pillow that was cushioning my head, the mattress felt incredibly comfy and hugged my tired limbs beautifully.
Last night, I hadn't noticed a set of windows to my right with golden curtains drawn over them. The sun could be seen peeking through some of the cracks.

At this time, I needed to go the restroom and tried to pry myself free from Aiden's clutches. He yanked me even tighter against him this time, and I felt like I was being yanked right up against his morning boner. When I felt it rub on my ass, I stopped and blushed immensely, and I yelped a little when I felt it pulse.

"Aiden," I said quietly almost like I was afraid to wake him. He continued to lightly snore away and ignore me. 'How am I going to get his attention?' I thought to myself. I moved, rubbing against him in the process.

"Aiden!" I felt him stir.
"What exactly are you doing?" He said groggily and chuckling at the same time. He flipped me over, straddling me, my face mere few inches from his.
I yelped as I once again came into contact with his cock. However, I was now at his mercy.
He ran his hands lazily up and down my side, as I stared at him stunned.

"What's wrong, Sydney?" he asked laughing.

"If you wanted me all you had to do was ask," he said as he rested his hands on my waist and looked down at me.

My mouth seemed dry, and I couldn't form coherent words. I was afraid of betraying myself. I was fearful at the fact that I was starting to trust this man after everything that had happened. How was this possible?

"Aiden," I finally squeaked out, "I need to use the restroom. Please."

"Sure, help yourself." He replied and reluctantly got off me. I rushed towards the bathroom making sure to lock the door behind me.