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Chapter 14

Charlotte's POV

I've been laying on the bed for around twenty minutes, I'm aware this is Magic's room but he left me in here after shouting at me. I can't stop thinking about what he said. Do I really look like Vladimir's wife? It makes me feel sick to my stomach. Everything he said makes my stomach churn. I don't know weather to thank Magic for protecting me or shout at him for buying me and shouting at me constantly. But then what if Magic never bought me from that awful place, I could've ended up with someone like Vladimir. I always wonder what happened to that sweet girl Lizzy, I hope she didn't end up with someone like Vlad. I really hope not. Maybe I can ask Magic to find her for me, I just want to know if she's okay. I continue to think about Lizzy along with everything that Magic said.

I smell something delicious from downstairs and my stomach grumbles, I sit up knowing I don't have the energy to keep up the snappy humour but I'm hungry. He probably won't want to conversate, for once I'm thankful for that. 

I drag my feet downstairs, following the smell. I stop seeing Magic hunched over the counter. As if he can feel eyes on him his head whips towards me. His hand clenching a wooden spoon, "Sit at the table", he nods towards the table and turns back to mixing whatever is in the pot. 

I sit down in silence, looking at the matching marble table. This whole kitchen is probably worth more than my entire flat back home. He places a bowl of some type of creamy pasta, I watch as he takes the seat across from me. He doesn't look my way, he stabs his fork in the pasta a few times before shoving a large bite into his mouth. He slowly looks up at me when he stabs his fork in the pasta again "Eat", is all he says.

I look down to the bowl filled with pasta, "What is it?", I ask. 

"Don't worry, I haven't poisoned you"

I pick up the fork and stab it into the pasta, I take a bite and it melts in my mouth. I have an urge to moan out but I don't. We eat in silence with this weird tension between us. I know it's because of what he said to me. "Who taught you how to cook?", I ask filling the odd silence. I don't have high expectations of him answering. 

He shrugs, "I was left alone a lot so I just started looking at my mothers' recipe books"

"How old were you?"

"Like thirteen, maybe a little younger"

"Why were you left alone?"

"My dad had work to attend too and my mum went with him, I wasn't really alone...my nanny looked after me a lot. When she caught me cooking cause I was bored she showed me a few recipes, I would cook for her a lot", he takes a sip of water and looks down to his bowl. 

"Is your nanny still around?", for once I feel like I'm actually having a conversation with a human being. I never expected him to answer my questions no matter how little it is. I remember his mother saying she was left alone when pregnant, I guess she started following him around after Magic was born.

He shakes his head, "I got too old for a nanny according to my father when I was around sixteen, she moved on and had her own kids and got married"

"Do you miss her?"

"I'm twenty-eight", he scoffs. 

I shrug, "You can still miss someone if they were a big part of your life, no matter how old you are"

"Just eat", he says not answering further questions. I sigh and continue to eat, when we're done he picks up his own bowl and mine before taking it to the sink, I watch as he begins washing the dishes. I thought he had maids?

I stand up and grab a towel to dry, "I thought you had maids?"

"Just because I have maids doesn't mean I don't clean up after myself, plus I don't like being disturbed when I'm here" 

I nod not wanting to say something smart like I usually would, he's being decent and I don't want to ruin it so soon. "Can I ask question, It's not about you", He nods glancing down at me, "I met this girl when I was taken, her name is Lizzy and she's English. Would you be able to find her? I want to know if she's safe...she was only sixteen"

"I can see what I can do", he nods. I really hope she's okay and safe. He washes and I dry in silence.

My mood has shifted as I'm filled with hope, I look up at him and he looks down at me, I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles lowly looking back down to the water. Did he just laugh? "You just laughed"

His head whips to me, "No I didn't", he shakes his head. 

"Yes you did", I laugh in shock. "I knew I could get you to laugh"

"I didn't laugh", he refuses to believe that it happened. 

"I should become a comedian", I smile. 

"Hardly", his brows crash together.  

"Hmm", I nod feeling challenged. "Are you ticklish?" 

"Are you?", he arches a brow. 

"No", I confidently say.

"Hmm", he hums grabbing the towel from my hands, he throws the towel on the counter after drying his hands. His hands immediately go to my stomach, beginning to tickle me, I laugh trying to run away, I hate being tickled. He wraps an arm around my waist not allowing me to get away. I laugh trying to get away from him. "You're not ticklish?", I hear his deep laugh in my ear. It's nice hearing him laugh, makes him feel normal. 

"Stop", I struggle out.  

"Fine", he slowly lets go of me, "I wouldn't want you dying in my kitchen from laughter" 

I turn around and look up at him, "You laughed again"

"Hmm, I don't think I did"

"You definitely did", I nod.

I stare up almost hypnotised by his ocean blue eyes, it falls quiet between us. I watch as his eyes dart to my lips and back to my eyes. He gulps letting out a ragged breath. I don't know what's going on but I can feel things. I know it's because he laughed and it made me feel like I'm actually with a human and not some miserable man with no personality. 

His head slowly dips down inching closing to my face, we're now eye level and my heart is beating out my chest. His eyes continue looking back and forth to my lips and eyes. I feel his hand grip my hip pulling me closer. I'm the one gulping this time, unsure if I want this to happen. Shouldn't I hate him? 

His lips gently connect with mine and I feel a spark on my lip with jolts me away from him, my hand connects with his cheek and I gasp realising I've slapped him. Why did I do that? "Oh my god, I'm so-"

He lifts his hand up for me to stop speaking, he wiggles his jaw and exhales a sharp breath, I expect him to hit me back or shout at me but he doesn't "It's okay, I should've asked first"

"I think I should go to sleep", I walk backwards before heading upstairs in a rush. I can't believe he kissed me and I just slapped him. What the fuck is wrong with me? I mean, I shouldn't be kissing him anyway because I'm here against my will. I guess it was a weak moment and that slap was to wake me up. 

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