MAGIC|18+

Chapter 15

Charlotte's POV

I awake with an exaggerated loud yawn and stretch, this bed was comfortable and I slept like a baby. It was so warm that I slept without covers. It did take me a while to sleep since my thoughts were swirling one hundred miles an hour about what happened last night. I still can't process it, Magic kissed me...then I slapped him and I have no idea why. Well, he is keeping me against my will and has a bad habit of thinking I'll do anything he says and lets not forget that he is a criminal that probably runs a mafia and drug cartel. But, yesterday was a strange day...he smiled no, he laughed. Actually laughed and it's the first time I've heard him laugh since being around him in the past three weeks, or four? I'm losing track of time. 

Usual I would love to go downstairs and annoy him but right now I want to avoid him because of last night. I did feel the urge to kiss him in that moment but I shouldn't feel that way, he's a killer and goes by the name Magic for Christ sake. I sit up with the urge to text my friends but when I realise I cant I feel something settle in the pit of my stomach. This is the first time where I wish I could talk to them, to get their advise. They were always the best at giving advice. That oddly feeling continues to linger at the pit of my stomach as I get out of bed. 

I brush my teeth and wash my face in the bathroom next door to my room, I just picked a random room to sleep in. It's quite empty, only a double bed, some blackout curtains and a wardrobe. It was amazingly clean, smelt like fresh oranges. The maids he hired definitely do an amazing job, I hope he isn't rude or mean to them. 

I spot my suitcase and bags in my room beside the wardrobe, it wasn't here last night before I went to bed so Magic must've put it in here while I was asleep or he made someone take them up and into my room. All the clothes in here consist of bikini's and swimsuits, some shorts and summery tops. They looks lovely and quite pricey, I'm no fashion expert so I don't know the half of the names labelled on these clothes. 

I pull a tanned bikini on and tie a tight knot on the bra ensuring it won't come undone. I pull a light weight t-shirt over my head that is semi-transparent but I slide my feet into some flip flops before heading downstairs. The villa echo's as I walk through the halls, it's like no one is here with me, it's so quiet. When I enter the kitchen Magic is no where to be found, I pull the door open to the back garden. Birds chirp as the sun beams off my face, the heat feels amazing. I have no idea where Magic is but I'm glad I haven't seen him yet. I pull off the t-shirt and sit it down on the lounge chair, before leaning back against it. I close my eyes letting my skin soak up the sun. The lonely, odd pit remains at the bottom of my stomach but I try to ignore it. Being in this atmosphere makes me realise how lonely I am, I try not to dwell on it but the lonely pit widens the longer I lay here.

I hear a loud sigh come from the door, I slowly open my eyes and lean on my elbow to peer over at the sliding doors. Magic is leaning against the door peering out at the gorgeous view ahead. He's wearing low grey shorts that rest below his v-line, his torso looks tensed as he breathes in and out heavily, sweat drips from his body making him look...delicious. His tattoos making him look much more attractive right now. I ignore the arousal that has jolted in my core, that pit all of a sudden gone as I look at him. I clear my throat and he glances at me, "Oh, you're up", he focuses back on the view. 

"Yes, I'm up", bitterness falling from my lips. Why did he say it like he doesn't want me here, he did force me. I didn't come willingly. "If you don't want me here then, send me back...home", I emphasise meaning my home back in Scotland. 

"I wish I could, sweetheart", I'm waiting for him to bring up last night bit it doesn't come.

I roll my eyes leaning back against the lounger, "Can you go back to wherever you were or shower because I can smell you from here"