𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

SIX

"Lookin' into his eyes, I think he's already hurt."

6

When I was a little girl, my mother would always call me into the kitchen on Sunday afternoons to bake cupcakes. We would make all kinds of flavors—chocolate, vanilla, red velvet. It became our thing, something special we shared. As I grew older, baking became my escape. It was the one thing that could calm me after an intense day, a quiet sanctuary in the midst of chaos.

I remember one day, I had a panic attack. My mother found me on the kitchen floor, tears streaming down my face, surrounded by cupcakes—frosting smeared across every surface. I had just learned that my father had died in a head-on collision.

My father had his flaws, no doubt. He hurt my mother in ways that couldn't be undone, and yet, I never doubted his love for me—at least when I was younger. But as I grew, it felt like his love for me faded, like the bond we once had had slipped through my fingers, irretrievable.

I'm placing cake batter into the oven, I shut it checking the temperature. I flinched, a little startled at the sudden contact of hands wrapping around my waist from the back. Reign. The smell of cigarettes and musky cologne filled my nose right on time, the expensive kind.

"It smells good in here princess." He whispered into my ear before he lightly kissed it. A shiver shook my spine, sending signals for pulsation in my pants.

"I-I thank you R-Reign." He spun me around, I attempted to place my trembling hands on his chest but he took them in his hands laying soft kisses on my fingers. I almost melted at the gesture.

I shy away with a closed lip smile, but he somehow sensed my timid action. His usual sinful smirk before reaching to kiss me slow as if he missed me. I kissed him back nevertheless a little scared.

That's when everything that Amaya told me started to make its way back around. It must of shown in my facial expression, because Reign was back to a stoic face the one I could never read.

"If you have something you want to ask, speak Amina."

I was never good at hiding my feelings from my facial reactions. Here goes nothing.

"A-Are you ... w-well do you participate in or-organised c-crime?" Just when I was able to get it out right I felt the sudden tears beginning to creep its way from around my eyes.

That dangerous smile of his so hypnotic inviting me to get on my knees before him.

"I adore your innocent curiosity." He chuckled before kissing my hand once more.

He continues looking down at me straight in the eye, "I am my grandfathers first grandson, I was choose long before I knew how to fuck pussy. I have you now."

The same arousal swept me, I questioned myself if I am that attracted to him. He kidnapped me for god sakes and killed an innocent girl right in front of me! I yanked my hands from him with the most serious look I could muster up.

Deep breath, "This-this is criminal. You killed my friend, almost crushed my throat, t-took my job away from me, my family and friends. This i-is inhumane and you know it." I tried to yell but fear leaked in my veins.

That treacherous smile was long gone, it was back to unexpressive Reign. He took a couple steps back, for observation. I gripped onto the counter corner beside me for support.

"Come, let's go on a walk da." He held his hand out. I was hesitant before taking his cold hand, he told a maid to watch out for the oven. A echo told me not to find comfort in those words at all.