Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

The smile I had on my face the next morning was wiped off when I felt a familiar hand on my belly, fingers splaying possessively around my skin and the bed being cramped by the presence of the huge man deep in slumber behind me.

I groaned.

Orian lacked the understanding of the words, "I need space" and it was evident.

The previous evening after our little make-out session and quarrels in the foyer before he got on his knees to confess his crush, he had come up to my room claiming that he wanted to talk things out and pleading with me to hear him out.

I had thought about hearing him out but his phone and I opened the door, stepping out with my arms crossed over my chest and my face morphing into an annoyed expression. His phone rang at that moment, the caller ID displaying that it was Imelda and so I had to kick him out and told him I needed space.

I guess I wasn't clear enough for he was here now, snuggling in bed with me molding me against his warmth.

His soft snores filled my ears and I could feel the rhythm of his breathing against my back. From his arm around me, I could tell he had on the undersized pajamas that I had gotten him.

He wore them, wow.

Don't let it sway you Amara, he's a douchebag and a clown! I reminded myself and repeated it a couple of times before bracing the courage to wake him up.

I moved to get his hand off me when the beeping of a phone caught my attention and I turned my head.

Right next to my phone on the bedside cabinet laid his. It beeped again, the screen lighting up and earning my curiosity.

I reached my hand out and grabbed it.

It beeped again and I slid against the screen only to be met with a password option. After four failed attempts, the fifth one was successful when I keyed in my name.

I blushed at my name being his password and rolled my eyes at the black wallpaper on the screen. He had very few apps and I was about to do some more snooping when another text came in reminding me of why I took the phone.

I tapped my fingers on the screen and went straight to messenger.

UNCLE HECTOR: Be at my place by breakfast, Imelda and her mother will be present.

ORIAN: No.

UNCLE HECTOR: We will have it at your place then and the Queen of the Gorgons meeting Titan's bastard will be exquisite.

ORIAN: I will be at your place as soon as I can.

I cringed at the mention of my biological father, scrolling down to the recent texts that came from him.

UNCLE HECTOR: Be at my place this morning, we need to talk.

UNCLE HECTOR: I cannot believe that you are about to halt my efforts after I had to reschedule meetings to reignite your engagement with her.

My stomach dropped, engaged??? I swallowed hating the way my guts twisted and the fact that Orian was engaged. I shouldn't feel like this, I shouldn't care about him anymore since he doesn't care about me and I thought I had finally talked myself out of fancying him. Why did the news of him being engaged feel worse than that one time I went to get a pie with my parents and someone walked right past us out of the shop with the pie in his hand, it was the last one?

UNCLE HECTOR: She said the bracelet on your wrists and the stupid scrunchie in your hair received more attention than she did throughout the date yesterday and when she tried to give you a goodbye kiss after arriving at your castle, you shoved her into the carriage and told her coachman to take her to a male whorehouse to cool off, what the fuck is wrong with you?!