After the encounter in the elevator, she pushed herself off him and stepped out of the elevator as soon as it chimed.
Lunch went by faster than breakfast had.
As usual, Anne cleared the dishes she was served.
She stood up from the chair thinking of what to do next but Daemon’s voice stopped her.
“Come with me.” He stoop up from with his chair as well, Anne stared at him with suspicion, the last time he too her somewhere it was to kill her.
What method did he want to use to kill her this time?.
She walked behind him as he led the way , they didn’t use the elevator this time but the stairs.
They stopped in front of two big doors, Daemon twisted the knob and the door gave way , revealing a beautiful room.
Daemon stepped in first while Anne walked in behind him, her eyes gleamed as she took in the beauty of the room.
She gawked at each beautiful drawings on the canvases.
Some were covered with black cloth , she wondered if those ones were even more beautiful.
She approached the drawing of a raven , it looked just like the one she had seen on his shoulder.
Her fingers lightly brushed against the surface of the drawing, safe didn’t want to smudge this beautiful piece.
She had yet again discovered another side of this man.
Who would have thought that the most feared man could actually handle a paint brush and flick it around to create such beautiful masterpiece.
“Strip” The order came as a huge surprise, it made her turn to stare at him so fast that if she was any faster than that her neck might have snapped.
“What do you mean?”
“Take off your clothes.” He repeated.
Anne stared at him in disbelief, how the hell was he saying such things with a straight face.
Just when you think you understand him, he says another psychotic line.
Daemon stared at her, hesitation filled her eyes where she stood, her brows knitted in confusion, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him.
He waited for her to make a decision, but he wasn’t one to be patient.
“I’d rather shoot myself in the head” Anne’s reply amused him, he liked times like this when she was defiant.
“Fine” He opens a drawer, takes out a gun then shuts it.
“We can arrange that as well” He told Anne while approaching her with the gun.
Anne stared at this cruel man, approach her with the gun she knew he was going to hand to her, she she could shoot herself in the head like she had said.
She almost began to regret crossing paths with Mr Daemon but her resolve hardened as soon as she remembers the reason why she had to do as he says.
Daemon holds out the gun in front of her waiting for her to take it.
You will never make me kill myself.
You might think you’ve won this time, but two can play at this game Mr. Daemon.
Anne’s heart steeled with determination.
A smirk curled at the side of her lips as her eyes move from the gun to Mr Daemon’s cold grey eyes.
” You can put the gun away.
I’ll take off my clothes” The words tasted bitter in her mouth but she swallowed it and held the hem of her cream coloured top.
She gritted her teeth discreetly and pulled the top upward and over her head , she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, then dropped it on a nearby table, her fingers rested at the waistband of the black sweatpants she was putting on.
Slowly,she hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband and tugged it away from her waist before sliding it over her hips.
The fabric glided along her legs until it gathered around her ankles.
She stepped out of them then dropped the sweatpants beside the top.
Anne stood there in just a matching set of white bralette and panties.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe.
Daemon stared at her, for a second his gaze betrayed him, he took in the gentle curve of her hips, her slim waist, those beautiful legs, his eyes caught a faded scar close to her navel but he chose enjoy to ask about it.
Anne looked undeniably captivating.
“Let down your hair” Anne takes off the band she used to bind her hair into a bun.
Her red hair spilled over her shoulder in gentle waves.
She looked like a goddess with the way her hair framed her face.
“Go lie down on that chair” He pointed at the Chaise lounge by the wall.
He turned to go and keep the gun and also pick the items he will need for painting as well.
His restraint almost snapped as he stared at her, standing there which such body, hair and eyes.
Everything about her while she stood there screamed seduction even though she wasn’t doing anything.
He almost forgot the reason why he brought her here and almost found a new reason to keep her in here.
The bond was not even helping matters.
Whatever slight emotion he felt when it came to Anne was always ten times stronger.
He closed his eyes and groaned, his grip on the paint brush tightened as he felt himself begin to get hard.