When Amara woke up for the second time, she felt cold sheets against her skin rather than Kaelith’ s familiar warmth. Slowly opening her lids, she pushed herself onto her elbows and lookedaround with her blurry eyes. As she blinked, the clearer her vision got and her eyes focused onthe large floor-to-ceiling glass window, the chiffon curtains flowing with the soft breeze. For a second panic seized her.
Quickly all the sleep left her and she swung her legs off the bed and fearfully looked around. Where was she? Where was Kaelith?
Her heart pounding in her chest, and panic coursed through her veins as she scanned her surroundings. The roomwas large, almost twice the size of a normal bedroom, with two leather couches in the middle with a glass round coffee table, and to the extreme left, there was a small door. A paper bag was placed on the coffee table and a box was wrapped in grey velvet with a red bow on the top of it. She swallowed hard.“Kaelith?” She anxiously called out.
When she heard no reply, her fear multiplied ten times. The cold breeze through the window hit her again, and that’s when she noticed she wasn’t wearing the jeans and blouse she initially wore. Looking down at herself, she gasped when she realised her body was covered with a flimsy lace see-through lingerie. Though she was wearing the underwear, she could feel her nipples erecting at the lack of the bra and due to the cold breeze. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around herself and swallowed.
Fear and confusion intertwined and she was about to call for Kaelith again when she heard the door knob twisting. Her body alerted and she watched anticipatedly as the knob twisted again and the door opened. With her heart in her mouth, she watched completely helplessly in the darkness as a figure appeared, his silhouette dark against the striking light. The man closed the door behind him and Amara blinked trying to focus on his face.
As he stepped closer, she could see his face now, though there was no light and she didn’t know where the switch was, she could make out his familiar features as the lights from outside fell upon his face.
That sharp jaw-line and striking grey eyes. She could never not recognise them.
Amixtureofreliefwashedoverherasshejoggedtowardshimandjumpedintohisarms.
“Kaelith...”
Kaelith quickly caught her in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. His warmth immediately enveloped her. He gently stroked her hair.“Did you sleep well?”
“You scared me. Where were you?” She asked breathing in his scent as her fear subdued.
He chuckled pulling away and making her look at him. “I had a call to make.” He trailed a finger lightly along her jawline, his eyes locked with hers.“Did you like the dress?”
Amara’s brows thinned.“Dress?” His touch sending shivers down her spine.
Kaelith bobbed his head towards the coffee table.“You’re going to attend a party with me.”
CHAPTER 71
Amara held her breath as the attendee tightened the corset around her chest. She gently fussed over the laces, making sure every knot and bow was just right. Amara almost gasped loudly asher breasts burst through the deep neck, held only by the straps. Her cheeks flushed crimson.The fabric conformed snugly to her figure with each pull of the laces. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was the first time she was going to wear such a revealing dress in public.
Her eyes snapped open in alarm, and a gasp caught in her throat as she realized how tight the bodice actually was. Cheeks ablaze, she hoped the attendant would leave her be. The attendee fixed her hair, typing them up with bobby pins at the back of her head, and let two lose strands cradle her face. Amara didn’t know why Kaelith wanted to bring her with him, but she could refuse. He was already doing so much for her and the least she could do was obey him. As she finished her final touch-ups, Amara took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart.
She slowly looked at the mirror, and almost gasped when she saw her reflection. With her hair all set and looking pretty. Those loose strands framing her face gave her a relaxed vibe that she kinda liked. She couldn't shake off the curiosity about why Kaelith wanted her to come along, but she figured, he'd been a real rock for her lately. No harm in going with the flow.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself how grateful she was for Kaelith's support. The man had been her lifeline, always there when she needed him. So, she shrugged off her doubts and decided to roll with it.
Amara's sparkly gown hugged her curves just right, accentuating her delicate waist with its fitted bodice. The rich fabric cascaded around her in layers of tulle, catching the light from the chandeliers and shimmering like magic. As she moved, the gown seemed to come alive, dancing with her every step.
“You look beautiful, Mrs. De Luca. You have a beautiful face.” The stylist's words brought a slight blush to her cheeks, and she offered a grateful smile in return. She felt a rush of nervous excitement as she realized that this evening might just be the start of something unexpected and magical.
“Thank you…” Amara shyly mumbled tucking her hair.
The door opened. Amara quickly turned towards it. And her breath hitched. Kaelith walked in fixing the cuffs of his shirt. He was talking on the phone and still hadn’t noticed her. “She’ll stay with her. Keep eyes on Francis.”
Amara felt a mix of nerves and curiosity as she waited for Kaelith to notice her. And he did. And when he did, he halted in his steps, almost knocking over the table. “Oh, I will, just keep her safe. I heard Abigail is also in Spain. Are you hearing? Kaelith?” Lorcan muttered in confusion. But Kaelith was no longer hearing him. His eyes focused on the woman who was the reason for his sleepless nights.“Kaelith?”
Kaelith swallowed hard as his eyes raked over her. Slowly taking in her frame.
Her eyes, pools of warmth and depth, seemed to hold secrets untold, inviting him to unravel them one by one.
The way the fabric of the dress hugged her curves in all the right places was nothing short of mesmerizing. Everymovement she made seemed to be devised, emphasizing the grace and elegance with which she carried herself.
The shimmering material caught the light, casting an ethereal glow around her as if she were bathed in moonlight. His eyes swept over her hair, arranged in loose waves, and framed her face delicately, enhancing her features with a touch of softness. And those eyes— those captivating eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe—drew him in like a moth to a flame.
She was more than just beautiful; she was a vision, a goddess incarnate.
The way she looked at him stirred something within him that he couldn't quite name.
