Beauty and The Beast

Six

I lay my head on the leather chair in my study. Suddenly i had the headache from fighting with that little minx. I was already outraged when Greta told me she refused and skipped every meals. How can she insulted me, and looked at me like i was some kind of dirt. It took me all the powers not to lay my hand on her. I'd surprised why i was holding back, i used to always rude and cruel. But why with her i was holding back?

I crossed my arms and closed my eyes, deep in thought. When there was a knock and the door opened. I can hear the slow rhythm steps, and smelled the strong jasmine perfume. I knew it was Caroline without opening my eyes. She sat down on my lap. She caressed my cheek with her knuckle. But i kept my eyes closed, not interested.

"You're so tensed, Black. Let me relax you." She whispered seductively in my ear trailed kisses along my cheek, jaw, and neck.

It didn't give me anything. I felt nothing, nothing close to arouse. I opened my eyes to see her eyes full of longing lust. She put her hands on the armchair. And started grinding herself on me. But still i didn't felt anything, in fact i felt disgusted. What happened to me ? There was nothing bulged in my pants. Let alone bulged, it didn't even stirred a little. She started to moan, but i was done with this shit. I griped her thighs and threw her away. She screamed in pain when her buttock kissed the floor hard.

"Can't you see that i'm not in the mood, Slut ?" I stood and hissed.

She paled from my reaction. I walked out of my study and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I took a long cold shower to clear my head. Thinking what had just happened today. Then my thoughts lingered to that girl. She was so beautiful it hurts. I couldn't stopped thinking about her face, her pink lips, her tits so big but not too big, she was perfect.

Her eyes showed fear, hate and disgust. I wondered how she mixed three feelings in one stare. I never met anyone with a gentleness like her, she was so gentle and elegant. Her voice so soft, even when she was angry she never raised her voice more than 'Mi' level in the do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si notes. She never swear, or used the harsh words. She obviously been raised with manner and gentleness, so far different from the way i've been raised. She was mine, she had to be mine.

Then an image of her bleeding head crossed my mind, i hissed at the thought. I punched the wall so hard i thought i broke my fist. I wasn't used to this feeling, i never felt compassion or concerned to anyone before. And what surprised me the most, i felt regret. I got out of the shower and dried my self. I put on a white v-neck tees and a grey jogging pants. I was heading downstairs to my study, i hoped that slut already left, when i heard Greta talking with a guy who i ordered to take Cassandra to the backyard.

"What happened to her ? Why was she bleeding ?" Greta asked him with worry.

"They argued for something, i didn't know what happened. The door was closed."

"Oh dear. That poor girl. Is she alright ? Has she cured her head ?"

"I don't think so, Master ordered to keep her outside tonight."

"Oh my . ." She clasped her mouth with her hand.

They didn't know my presence, so i just walked into my study. Greta's words crept into my mind. Was she alright ? Has she stopped the bleeding ? I started up my iMac and opened the application that can show me all the cctv in my house. I clicked the backyard terrace cctv. It showed her sleeping with Sam and Dexter. Since when they got along together ? Hear head stopped bleeding, what a relieved. I zoomed in the video, her breathing was slow and stable. She must be in her deep sleep. I furrowed my eyebrows together when i saw her body shivered. Of course the wind must be freaking cold, and she was only wearing pajamas. It's been 5 hours since i ditched her out.