Chapter Text
Chapter 4: Confused or Guilty
Elijah’s POV
After leaving Sophie’s room, i walk back to my room in a fog of lust. I’ve turned into a savage, this constant feeling of sexual desire making me uncontrollable. I just want to consume her.
I remove my robe and let it drop to the bedroom floor. I pour myself a drink and sip it leaning one hand against the fireplace, which is in its last embers. I place the empty glass on the mantle above the fireplace. The drink didn’t help in the slightest. I hold my hard cock and rub it up and down, my head leaning back. My pants have a dried spot combined with mine and Sophies cum. I drop them down to the ankles. With one hand i clutch the mantle above the fireplace and with the other start tugging on my hard cock.
I can still feel her shivering under me, whimpering, asking for pleasure from the devil. Fuck, her tiny cunt rubbing all over my hard cock, her big breasts rubbing my chest is going on a repeat in my mind.
She begs so beautifully. I wish it was her mouth on my cock.
She would look so beautifully corrupted on her knees choking on my big cock. I would have her naked with her legs spread on her knees, shoving my cock in her hot mouth, i’d make her touch herself while pleasuring me. Then when I’m ready to come i'd hold my cock and spray my come all over big breasts and naked pussy marking her. She would look like a masterpiece painted in my cum.
I come with that thought, my cum spraying in the fireplace, i groan loudly my head straining back.
i take a few deep breaths trying to get myself in control. Fuck, i’m lusting over a 16 year old, I’m a sick, perverted man. I was supposed to be her guardian, not someone who exploited her.
She is too young to understand these feelings, i should know better. I throw the glass in the fireplace with rage. I’ve never been more disappointed in myself than i’m right now. I’ve never been in a moral dilemma in my life, i have lead an ethical life, obeying all societal rules and an upstanding member.
What would Martha think if she knows this, yes she wants me to take sexual pleasures from other woman as she does’t like being touched, but would she be fine when it’s her own underage cousin.
It’s 7:00 in the morning, i take a bath and dress as usual in my black slacks and white shirt. I button my cufflinks, take my coat and walk down the stairs. House is completely quiet, looks like Martha hasn’t still come down from her room. I make myself a cup of coffee and catch up to some much needed work. Looks like i will have to take a business trip to Japan sometime this week. May be this will be a good thing, some space would do good. I mail my assistant and ask her to contact the pilot and have him ready to fly us out in the next two hours to Japan. She replies in affirmation within 30 minutes. I go back to my room and pack myself for the next few days and come back down.
Martha is sipping her coffee sitting by the dining table busy browsing on her phone. She looks up at me, “Are you going somewhere?, i give her a nod “Japan till the end of this week”. I leave an envelope on the dining table for Sophie, i ask Martha to give it to her when she comes down. “Have a safe trip she replies” and gets back to her phone. My driver is waiting outside already, he takes my bag and i climb in the back seat busy replying emails until we reach the private air strip.
I think of Sophie, as I’m getting in my flight. I feel like I’m doing a mistake by leaving her like this. No, this is the right thing, i need to get a control of my feelings towards her.
Sophie’s POV
My eyes blink open at the bright light from my floor length windows. I turn around to look at the time on my bed side table. It’s 10:00 in the morning. I wake up with a start i’ve never slept so late in my whole life.
I enter the attached bath in my room, and start stripping myself for a quick shower. There’s this stickiness in between my legs from last night.
It send’s shiver down by body when i remember everything, like a reverse play in my head. Oh god…i’m so embarrassed of my wanton behaviour. Did i come onto Elijah? did i take advantage of his body? But he was hard, did he want me too? Oh god, I’m so confused and feel guilty at the same time. how am i going to show my face to him again after such sinful behaviour? Is he disappointed in me? May be i’m overthinking all this. I just wish i had somebody to talk to, somebody who could help me understand this. May be i can talk to Elijah? No, I’m too scared for that. He said he’ll take care of me and come to him if i ever need anything. Yes, may be i can talk to him.
After getting myself presentable, go down in search of Elijah. I find Martha, getting ready to go out. She stops after looking at me ”oh great, you are up i was just gonna leave a note for you, I’ll be out all day, meeting some friends for lunch”. “There is an envelope on the table Elijah left for you”. where is he, i ask her?
“He had some urgent business meeting to attend, so he flew early morning to Japan”. Oh god…he left me…HE LEFT ME!…He hates me!
I blink my eyes rapidly trying not to cry.
“Take care, if you need something give me a call", she tells and walks away.
I slowly walk to the table and lift the envelope that Elijah left me, there is a credit card and some money. i stagger back looking at it….it feels dirty. After what we shared last night and then he just leaves me money without any explanation. He left me, just like everyone in my life. Did he not want it last night, did i force myself on him? I fall down on my knees feeling distraught tears falling down my eyes. I don’t remember how long i stay there, after a while i find myself sitting in the sunroom looking out into the garden. My mind is blank. I lie down on the couch and fall asleep immediately.
Elijah’s POV
Fuck, I should have at-least stayed behind til Sophie woke up. I take out my phone to call her and realise i don’t have her number with me…shit that is so irresponsible of me. I call Martha, but it goes straight to voicemail. I dial the landline, but no one answers it. The house keeper should be coming back today evening. I’ll wait till then. In another couple of hours i’ll be landing, and have a busy day after that.
I clench my fist’s feeling guilty. Maybe i should have postponed my meetings and stayed behind and not run at the first opportunity.
Sophie’s POV
I wake up feeling groggy with a terrible headache, the sun is already set. I walk to the kitchen and there is someone already preparing a meal. “Miss Anderson, my name is Lydia i’m the housekeeper, would you like me to make something for you? she says.
"Please Call me Sophie, and no whatever you are making is fine…i’ll just pour myself some orange juice” i say. “Oh let me get that for you, she says and pours a glass of orange juice and slides it on the island for me. I pick it up and say thank you and walk up the stairs to my room.
I sit down on the floor facing the window, i have an unobstructed view of the lake. It’s beautiful, moon reflecting on the water. But i don’t feel any joy inside my heart, i should be used to this feeling of being unwanted. First my parents, and now Elijah. But this time it hurts more. Am not a bad person, i’ve never disappointed anyone in my life, never did anything out of turn, never asked for anything, always have been self reliant.
May be it hurts more this time, because Elijah gave me hope. His words - “I will take care of you always, you can come to me with all your needs”, his beautiful words gave me hope. His physical touch and his eyes though serious but such sweet reverence when his guard is down. May be it’s all in my head. May be he does not feel about me the same way i do.
I think it would be better, if i don’t expect anything from him, expectations lead to disappointment. I take a deep breath resolving myself and hopefully i stick to it. I just lie down on the floor and fall asleep in sometime.
Elijah’s POV
I call Lydia the housekeeper, when i know that Martha is still out and she won’t be able to connect me to Sophie. I dial her, after a few rings Lydia picks up, “Mr. Stone good evening, how can i help you Sir?
“Lydia, can you kindly put Sophie on the phone?” Let me check sir, its been couple of hours that she went back to her room. “Did she have her dinner?” No, sir! i knocked on the door but did not get any reply.
"Can you kindly get her for me, and also make sure that she eats her dinner?” Yes, sir! kindly hold for a few minutes.
I’m standing in my corner office of a skyscraper smoking a cigar, waiting impatiently to hear Sophie’s voice.
After few minutes, Lydia is back on the line “Sorry sir, it seems Miss. Anderson has fallen asleep. I found her sound asleep on the floor by her window, I gently had her wake up and settle on the bed and she denied my request for dinner, said she was not hungry.
I thank her and disconnect the call.
I clench my jaw and crush the cigar in the ashtray. I try to imagine Sophie, lying by the windows sad and upset. Oh god, i’m a monster for causing any hurt to her. Was i wrong in my judgement to keep some distance? Am i causing more distress to her?
I leave a text to Martha, asking her to forward me Sophie’s number. i need to stop my brain from overthinking and making up scenarios.
Maybe once i speak to her tomorrow everything will be fine. It’s in the middle of the night here and i need some rest.
Sophie’s POV
i wake up early and have my breakfast and wait for Mr.Richard in the sunroom. I’ve always been a studious person, straight A’s all my life. There is one thing that has been constant and never disappointed me in the life are books. But today i find very difficult to concentrate on anything. I miss Elijah, we’ve only known each other for few days, but without him it feels like i’m missing something crucial in my life. “Hello Sophie, says Mr. Richard, have you finished your work for the weekend?” he asks. I nod my head and slide him my work, after a few minutes of observation he seems happy with the work. At 2:00 Mr.Richard takes his leave, and i finish all my homework and go to kitchen to fix myself some food.
Looks like the housekeeper had already prepared meals for today.
As i finish eating i hear a ringing coming from the family room telephone. Who could be calling that? i wasn’t given any instruction abt it, should i go and receive the call or not?
May be i should ask Martha about it tonight, i let it ring and it stops after a while.
i go back to my room and spend some time reading.
Martha is not back by dinner time, in fact i haven’t seen or heard from her since yesterday morning.
After finishing my dinner i stay back in the family room in case Martha shows up, so that i can inform her about the telephone ringing and if its okie i receive it. It's 8:00 PM and she is still not back. May be the housekeeper will have more info i’ll check in with her tomorrow.
All my thoughts revolve around Elijah, the house feels as if it’s missing the energy, it seems lifeless just like me. His presence even though domineering or commanding at least had me feeling protective. Its feels like i’m sleeping under the night sky unsafe and defenceless.
Elijah’s POV
Housekeeper won’t be in today so there is not point calling her. I’ve checked in with Martha but she doesn’t has Sophie’s number, apparently she left early for work so couldn’t catch hold of Sophie. I’ve called the landline, either its broken or Sophie is intentionally not picking it up. Fuck, she is probably too disciplined to answer without permission. I leave a text to housekeeper asking her to get me Sophie’s number when she arrives home tomorrow evening.
It’s been too long without contact, I shouldn’t have left her so alone, its only been two weeks that she’s been with us. I’m ashamed of myself and feel helpless.
Sophie’s POV
Still no Martha, i think she leaves too early for me to catch up with her, I’m down by 6:00 past two days and still couldn’t get hold of her, she generally leaves by 9:00.
After my session with the tutor, i decide i’ll catch up with Nicole, she is my only friend from my school. She invites me to her place which is just 30 minutes drive away. I say i’ll let her know, as i don’t really know the rules about leaving the house, if i’m allowed or not. She makes fun, saying we are not in the convent anymore and that i don’t require permission. Wait, on Sunday didn’t Martha say she left me note with her number in case i need anything? I go in search of that, and find it stuck on the fridge. How stupid of me, i call her immediately it goes to voicemail. I try one more time, and she picks, "who is this?, She asks, breathless as if she has been running on a treadmill”… Martha it’s Sophie, i wanted to check if you will be back anytime soon?
“Oh, Sophie…ah…mmmm…yeah i’ll be late so don’t wait for me”. I wanted to check if its okie, i visited my friend, i’ll be back by 6:00. Sure, you don’t need my permission you can wherever you like, i’ll forward you James number our chauffeur he’ll take you where ever you want. She says that and disconnects the call before i ask for Elijah’s number.
May be when i’m back i can get it from the housekeeper. James drives me to Nicole’s and i ask him to wait for me, as there are bunch of cars parked outside and loud music coming from the house. As i go closer to the house i feel maybe i should come some other time and turn around to leave. “Hey Sophie, where are you going”? ask’s Nicole in her two piece bikini coming from the back of the house. She drags me with her, “were you chickening out from coming in"? she asks. I stop Nicole telling her I’ve never been to a party, that i’m not comfortable neither am i dressed appropriately for one. I’m wearing lavender cashmere cardigan under a long shirt and jeans.
She pulls me with her telling its a first time for everything. I reluctantly let her drag me in. There’s loud music, bunch of men and women in the heated pool, some of them kissing and being intimate. Other’s lounging under patio heaters, having drinks. We sit and chat sipping our drinks, i’m having a coke and i’m not sure what’s Nicole having in crystal tumbler looks similar to what Elijah drinks. Then suddenly a guy comes and picks up Nicole and throw’s her in the pool laughing. She is laughing and cursing him and they wrestle playfully for sometime in the water.
I feel someone, sitting beside me on the lounger. “Hi, I’m Luca, i was watching you from the pool, do you not want to join us?” he asks. “No i don’t know how to swim" i tell him and more importantly i’m not comfortable with unknown people though i don’t tell him the last part.
“Come on at least let me get you another drink” he tells and helps me up from the lounger pulling me inside with him, i gently withdraw myself from his hold once we enter the Kitchen. I don’t like the way he is taking liberty touching me. He smirks and turns around, "what would you like Vodka, tequila or what’s your choice of drink?”
I shake my head, “no i don’t drink, just some sparkling water with lime is fine” i tell him. He seems disappointed, but turns around and makes my drink. After a couple of minutes, he comes back hands me the drink, i thank him and turn around to get back to Nicole. “Ah, ah not so soon, have a sip of your drink and then let me show you the house, my cousin seems to busy with her boyfriend, let’s not disturb her”. I turn around and find Nicole wrapped around someone in the pool being intimate, my cheeks heat at the display and i quickly turn around. As if he finds my reaction amusing, his eyes heat up looking me up and down. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. I look at my watch and tell him i should anyway be heading back as i have to be back home by 6:00. “There is still time he tells finish your drink i’ll give you the tour of the house and then you can leave if you still want”. I take couple of sips of my drink it taste’s bitter, has the lemon gone bad? i lift up to look at it. He pulls me further inside “Come on, we’ll start with the library and the gallery room”.
He shows different painting’s talking non stop. I finish quarter of my drink and then have a funny feeling in my head, it feels light and then he pulls me further up the stairs showing me pool room and the library. He encourages me to have some more of my drink i only have a tiny sip to appease him. I marvel at the huge library and suddenly there is a hitch in my step, my drink goes splashing on the floor. I look up to find Luca angry, “Oh god… i’m so sorry for the mess, let me help you clean it up” i say and turn towards the door but i suddenly don’t feel very confident in my steps, feel a bit groggy.
Two arms lift me up and place me on the couch. “shhh…its okie may be you need to take a nap and you will feel much better, let me take this sweater off you should be feeling stuffy. I push him away but somehow he gets it off me. His hands have already unbuttoned my first few buttons and he lies heavily on top of me kissing my nipple. And then as if my adrenaline kick’s up..i push him away with all my strength and run out of the door. I can hear his heavy footsteps running down the stairs behind me.
He pulls my hair and shoves me into the nearest wall pressing his body to mine. That hurts I feel a sharp pain on left cheek bone and corner of my lip break open. “Where do you think you are going”? Frigid bitch, you think you can deny me? i can feel his hand entering inside my panty, just as he touches my sex, i push him back with all my strength he looses his balance and falls down on the floor. I make a run for it. I can see the main door and run for it, i can still feel him running behind me. I grasp the handle and throw myself out in the driveway. I don’t turn just run on unsteady legs and find James still in the car the same place i left him. I make a run for it, and get inside the car and lock the door. James gets startled and looks in the rearview mirror his eyes widening at my appearance probably. Miss, what happened? I shake my head, crying not answering, asking him to just drive please. He starts driving after a while he passes me a bottle of water, asking me to kindly drink it. “Can i call Mr or Mrs Stone for you he asks? I shake my head telling him not to call anyone please literally begging. He agrees reluctantly.
As soon as i reach the mansion i don’t stop anywhere, run to my room, on the way i cross Lydia our housekeeper, trying to talk to me, but i ignore her and lock myself in the room. I fall to my knees inside sobbing uncontrollably. My face hurts, i feel dirty, my shirt is still half open. i start ripping at my clothes, and enter the bathroom, turn the knob to the hottest setting and sit down on the floor under the spray of water.
Elijah’s POV
I’m waiting for my call back from Lydia, in my last call she said Sophie was not at home. I tried calling Martha but couldn’t reach her. It’s 11:00 in the night here, i’m catching up with some work when i get a call from James. He never calls me, must be something important. I receive the call “Mr.Stone, sorry to disturb you but i thought it was imperative that i inform you immediately". “what is it James?” i ask.
“Sir…Um…its about Miss. Anderson, i drove her to a friends house, after about an hour she came out running, dishevelled and bruises on her face”. i get up from my chair clutching the phone tightly, packing my stuff still listening him speak. “i tried enquiring, but she was too distraught to answer, i tried Mrs. Stone but she did not respond”.
"You did the right thing calling me James i tell him, i’m leaving now call me if you have any updates”.
I disconnect and call my pilot to make the necessary arrangements to fly in the next hour.
My thoughts are all over the place, i call the housekeeper, but she does not have any answers, Sophie has locked herself inside and not answering. I try Martha again leave her a scathing voicemail to call me asap. Next few hours are the most fearful hours of my life. Did some body touch her? I’m going to obliterate whoever has harmed her.
Its my mistake, if i didn’t leave her, rather than lusting over her, i should have been more sensible enough to be there for as a guardian. Fuck, big mistake i hope she will forgive me, i feel like the lowest form of scum leaving her vulnerable and defenceless.
But why did she leave the house without any permission? How dare she leave the house without my permission? Who is this bloody friend of hers? I don’t know if i’m going to punish her or ask her for forgiveness.
It’s 12:00 in the afternoon when i land. James is waiting at the tarmac, I tell him i’m going to drive, he quickly nods and gets in the front before i take off. I’ve probably broken a dozen of traffic rules trying to reach home, not that i cared. I had to see Sophie with my own eyes, make sure that i have not done any irreparable damage to her. I leave the car running and get out as soon as we reach the mansion, i take out the master key from my safe and move towards Sophie’s room. Once i open the door, i find the room dark, curtains drawn, first thing i notice are her clothes strewn all over the floor as if she removed them in a hurry and then i walk towards her bed and switch on the bedside table. The sight leaves me stunned, her left cheek is purple and discoloured, her lips swollen and bruised. Even in her sleep there is tension in between her brows as if in pain. Her appearance hits me like a ton of bricks staggering me back.
I leave a text for our private physician asking him to drop by in the next two hours. I take a seat across from her in the chair and wait for her to wake up. My eyes don’t leave her face, i want to remember every detail, so that when i’m exacting my vengeance i’m gonna leave them 100 times worse than they did to my sweet girl.