His Entertainer

Chapter 18

                        IVY SILVER POV.

      Dinner had been surprisingly pleasant.  The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter, and even Hermann, surprisingly, hadn't offered any resistance beyond the occasional fleeting smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.  The opulent dining room, with its soft lighting and the low hum of conversation, felt almost… intimate.

“This is boring,” Carlos announced, breaking the comfortable silence. He leaned back, pushing a lock of dark hair from his eyes. “Let’s watch a movie.”

I nodded. “Good idea.”

“Okay,” Norman agreed, his gaze briefly meeting mine before returning to his almost untouched plate.

“I’m bored too,” Miguel chimed in, his voice a low rumble.

“Hermann?” Genevieve called out. He stood, pushing back his chair with a low groan.  “Nah, I’ve got stuff to do. Have fun without me.” He gave a curt nod and left, the heavy oak door closing silently behind him.

“So, what movie?” Norman asked, his voice filling the sudden quiet.

“If we’re watching a movie, I say let’s go full-on nudity, sex, the whole shebang,” Miguel declared, earning a burst of laughter from Genevieve, a head shake from Carlos, and a frown from Norman.

“Dude, you sound like you’ve never seen a woman naked,” Carlos teased.

“Horny much? Go get laid,” Norman added, deadpan.

“What? Wait… Ivy, you think my suggestion is bad?” Miguel asked, everyone turning to me.

“Um… I think it’s interesting,” I said, grinning, eager to see what happened next.

“Oh my god, you two are seriously messed up,” Carlos said, covering his face, shaking his head as everyone laughed.

“If we’re going for nudity, then 365 Days it is,” Genevieve announced.

“You’re in, Eve?” Norman asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Definitely,” Genevieve said, rising and heading for the plush velvet sofas in the adjacent sitting room, the others following.

I stood, about to join them, when a strange heaviness settled in my legs, a pull, like an unseen force was dragging me back. I turned and saw a long, brightly lit corridor stretching ahead. I walked slowly, noticing the fancy decorations on the walls.

I stopped before a heavy oak door, my heart pounding. I opened it.

Hermann stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, the other hand casually in his pocket. The room was his private office, smaller and more intimate than the rest of the house, but still luxurious. Dark wood paneling, a massive desk littered with papers, and a view of the city lights through the large window.

“Movie boring?” he asked as I closed the door.

“I haven’t even seen it yet,” I said.

“Why are you here?” he asked, turning to me.

“Do you always have to be like this?” I asked, my gaze fixed on him.

“I prefer answers to my questions, Ivy,” he said, moving around the desk, approaching me.

“Nothing. I was… just heading back,” I stammered.

He traced my lips with his thumb, tilting my chin up, his eyes burning into mine. He slipped two fingers into my mouth, his gaze unwavering, the lust in his eyes undeniable. Deeper and deeper they went, until I almost choked. He withdrew them and kissed me, a hungry, demanding kiss that stole my breath.

My hands went to his hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was urgent, passionate, raw. He held me tight. My body responded instinctively, my mouth eager, my hands clinging to him.  He lifted his head, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

He whispered, “tell me how you feel?”

I slumped against the door, breathless.
He gazed at me before walking away slowly Then, poured himself a drink, the clinking of glass a sharp sound in the sudden silence. I straightened, looking at him, touching my swollen lips.

He said, his voice dangerously low, “Is there some other man? He raised his glass, a mocking toast.

I found my voice. “Do you want me to fall for you, Hermann?” I asked, steady now.  “Over my dead body.”

“ANSWER ME!” he roared.

“Yes!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face as I thought of Wilmert. “Yes, there is someone. Someone I can’t breathe or forget. Someone I’d run away with, even if it’s the last thing I do. Yes, there’s someone I love more than anything in this world—only him.” A small smile played on my lips.  The fear was there, the fear of losing him, of being lost in the darkness forever.

“I forbid you to think of anyone else,” he said, his anger mixed with something else, something deeper, something almost… vulnerable.

“Love isn’t something you can forbid, Mr. Rodriguez,” I said through gritted teeth.  “You can have my body, but not my heart.”

He stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain, anger, and something colder still.

“Get out of my office,” he said, each word a death sentence.

I fled, tripping halfway up the stairs, tears blurring my vision. I dragged myself up, reached my room, locked the door, and looked at myself in the mirror. A stranger stared back, her dress half-unbuttoned, a mark on her neck.

What had I done? Why had I gone there? Why had I held him so close? My God.

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