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Chapter 5
Sophie
I just stare at Cahill. He is stunningly gorgeous, but a complete ass at times. I am starting to believe he is the head of the Irish mafia. I heard rumours about them, but didn’t believe them before… well, now I do. I snatch my phone from his big hand and give him the dirtiest look I can muster up. I bring up my favourite contact on the call screen; it’s just after half five so she will be getting ready to head home.
I hit the call icon and put it on speaker, all the while I am cringing inside because I know she will want to ask me a million and one questions. I hope I can bluff my way through this. She does know me well enough to know when something is off. After a few rings Lauren picks up. “Hey, Soph, I am just leaving work now. What’s up? Not like you to call.” See, she knows something is wrong already.
I am going to blow this. “Oh, nothing wrong, I was just calling to say I won't be home for dinner.” I pause, then I jump right back in before Lauren can talk. “You know that guy I told you about at the coffee shop a few weeks ago, the one I ran into?” I can hear Lauren moaning in agreement. “Well, I met him again today, and we talked over lunch. He has very kindly asked me out to dinner and to stay the night. So, I said yes.”
I can hear Lauren gasp. In the few years we have been living together and she has known me, I have never taken a man home, or went home with one.
She asks gently. “Are you sure about this, Soph? It's not like you.”
I need to reassure her. “Yeah, I am sure. I wanna take a chance. I doubt much will come of it, but I want to try.”
I can see Cahill’s eye burn into me. There won't be anything happening. How can there be? He is the boss, of something, and I’m just a naive little girl that takes pictures of books. I hope he can see that. I am sure he is used to dating models and leggie women, not a woman like me, no figure and broke.
Then Lauren squeals, “Yes, yes, yes, Soph! Go for it. Try Mr. Hottie. I can’t wait to hear all the details when you get home. This is so exciting. I knew you were smitten with him when you told me about him. You talked about getting lost in his eyes, his big muscly arms keeping you warm, the way you spoke his name all dreamy like, and you mentioned his big hands a few times.”
I am dying with embarrassment. Lauren doesn’t know Cahill can hear her and he is loving every second of it, smirking, flexing his arms, and looking at his hands. I swear I could kill her sometimes.
“Ok, ok, Lauren, I get it. So, I will talk to you tomorrow then. Sorry for the late notice. Hope I haven’t ruined your Friday.” I reply. I do feel bad but I am being kept here against my will so there isn’t much I can do.
“No, no. Go have fun. Catch ya later, chick.”
And then she hangs up. I don’t even want to look up at Cahill. His ego doesn’t need this. He knows he can have any woman he wants.
“I was going to have Ruairi go over to yours and grab some stuff for you. I am sure Lauren will know what to pack for you. But is there anything you need from home for your stay with me?” Cahill asks, as he turns around to go sit on the sofa. I look over at him. How did I get myself into this situation?
“Could Ruairi grab my kindle for me? It has all my books on it, and I won't be annoying anyone when I have that.” I reply. He simply nods at me and then I see him texting away. I assume he’s texting Ruairi, but how would I know or why would I even care?
“Do you need me to go with Ruairi to show him where I live?” I ask. Cahill doesn’t know where Lauren and I live, does he? He smirks back at me. Well, that answers that. Of course, he knows where I live. Probably knows my blood type too. These criminals are creeps. I read about them in my books, about how they can get any kind of information on anyone. I thought that was just la-la land, not real life. What have I got myself into?
I keep sipping my tea while Cahill is texting and looks relaxed. I love the blanket he has on his sofa. It looks hand made. It's one of those no needle blankets, you use your arms like the needles, it makes it chunkier and bigger. I would love to wrap myself around it. It is a gorgeous blue colour, not too far away from the colour of Cahill’s eyes. I wonder if he bought it or if someone gifted it to him. Those blankets take time to make. I would love to try to make one, one day. But sure, I could be dead next week at this rate. As I am staring around the living room Cahill says, “Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. Do you want me to show you to your room so you can freshen up or lie down?”
Just the way Cahill talks, his strong Irish accent, it can make my panties wet. It's as if he likes to caress the words, and I am jealous of them, when I shouldn’t be. He is an ass. Someone, please remind my brain this. I nod and reply, “I will just put my cup in the kitchen, and then I will follow you.”
As I walk out of the living room Cahill follows me. It gives me a sense of power, but I know it’s just to make sure I do what I said I was going to. He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust him, so we are even there. I follow him up the grand staircase, it's gorgeous, white marble stairs like the floor downstairs. The handrail is dark mahogany with little flecks of gold through it. It screams class and wealth. We walk up beside each other, he is so close to me, I am trying so hard not to stumble; I have a niche for falling upstairs.
There is a landing at the top, again white marble floors. I would hate to have to clean them. It looks like there is three halls. Wow, this house just keeps getting bigger. We walk straight ahead but I glance around.
“These are all bedrooms, Sophie, two on the left side belong to my cleaner and chef. Two on the right are spare rooms. Down there is my room, then office, Ruairi's room, and a spare room, which will be yours for the time being. Don’t misbehave and you can stay in this room. Misbehave and you will be put down in the basement.Understand?” He grits out. I just nod.
“Now, give me your phone. If you need to use it, you can do so when I am with you,” he demands, and I hand it over, knowing it is useless to protest and not wanting to see if he is serious about the basement.
After he leaves me in my room I have a look around, a large king size bed, and grey sheets. The room is very plain and simple in the colour scheme, just whites, greys, and silver. There is a little sitting area with a sofa, chair and table. That will be perfect for when I can read. There is a mini bar as well, am I at a hotel? It has bottled water, mini whiskey, quarter bottles of wine, and chocolate. This is where I will be after dinner. I spy a kettle and tea bags. This is like heaven. I have my own bathroom, which is great. Towels, shampoo, body wash, a toothbrush still in a wrapper. This is better than any hotel I have ever stayed in, and better than my own house.
The towels are white with a grey line on them, and they feel so fluffy. I want to mock the little girl from theMinionswhen she gets her unicorn and says,“It’s so fluffy!”There is a shower that could fit at least four people in it, all these jets coming out of the walls. A free-standing bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. How much money does he have? From the bathtub you can look out on the back gardens. It’s gorgeous. Lush green grass, a swimming pool, a patio area with a fire pit in the middle, and flowers everywhere. Honestly, this place could hold weddings or host Love Island, it is that stunning. All of this would nearly fool me into thinking I am not being held against my will by the handsomest criminal ever. It’s such a pretty gilded cage.
I boil the kettle, lift out a bar of Butlers white chocolate and strawberry, and make myself another cup of tea. I know I don’t have new clothes, but I really want to have a shower, just to wash today off me before dinner. Because I’ve made tea, I will have a bath and take my cuppa and chocolate with me. As I run the bath I set the out a towel and dressing gown, find a hair tie to put my hair up, and strip off. I just set my clothes on the toilet. I don’t have anything else to wear. I step into the bath and relax. I usually would put on my country music list from my phone but that dick has took my phone, again. I am going have to settle for sipping my cuppa and savouring this chocolate. It’s really a hard life.
As I run my hands up and down my body I think of Cahill. I would love it to be his hands washing me. I would love to feel his breath on me again. I think I could orgasm just looking into his eyes. I hope he has a six pack and a little snail trail leading to his unholy rod. He is pure sex on legs. I imagine Cahill kissing down my neck, over my collarbones, to my boobs, where he pulls my pink nipple into his mouth before he sucks gently. Would he bite? I haven’t had someone bite me before. Read loads of it with alpha men, but I haven’t had it done to me. While his mouth is on my nipple, his hand would be trailing down my stomach, gently pushing my legs open further for him. He would find me so wet and ready for him. So ready. He would stroke my pussy lips, teasing me. Flick my clit every so often so I would be begging him to let me cum or have him inside me. He would push his big fingers inside me, so rough, and his mouth on my neck, sucking behind my ear, a little sweet spot for me. I cum so hard imagining us together.
As I start to relax and get my breathing back, I realize what I have done. I have played with myself in Cahill’s house, in one of his rooms, while he is next door. I am nearly sure I called his name. This is so embarrassing, let’s pray to all the saints that he didn’t hear me. I finish my tea and try to reassure myself he didn’t hear me. I wasn’t that loud. As I stand to get out of the bath, I see I have splashed water on the floor, oh, there’s a lot. I must have been thrashing about in there more than I realized, lost in the fantasy of him. I’ve made a mess.
I quickly dry the floor and myself before I get dressed. I am so embarrassed right now. You could probably fry eggs on my cheeks. How will I be able to look Cahill in the eyes knowing what I did, and then tell myself that I do not want it for real? He is the big bad wolf, and I need to keep reminding myself that. The big bad wolf has never been so sexy.
While I stare out the window from the sofa, I hear my door open. Cahill is standing in the door frame looking all gorgeous and perfect, like butter wouldn’t melt, only I know it would.
