Deep within the central region of Romania lies a sleepy little town called Transylvania. Known for its mountainous borders, medieval towns and timeless castles lies a force so powerful that not even the most bravest of men will not venture. Castle...
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At daybreak the following day, the last of my last suitcases sat packed and ready to go as I finished putting on my shirt and checked myself out in the mirror. Having come from a wealthy family fashion was never really my strong suite. But when it came to special occasions I had no choice but to play dress-up. Tomorrow my little sister would be getting married on our family's plantation in Atlanta, Georgia. Where as tonight was just the wedding rehearsal as well as the dinner.
The sound of a car honking outside pulled me away from the mirror as I turned my attention towards the window and saw a black car outside for me. The driver was dressed in a suit, a black tie. And he wore sunglasses to protect his eyes from the sun as he stood silently next to the car. Hmph. No doubt my parents sent him to come pick me up and take me to the airport. Then came a knock at the door as I called out to the person to come in.
"Hey, Blair. Your ride's here," Aidan said,
"Thanks. Tell him I'll be right down."
After checking around the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I guessed now was good a time as any to leave my friends and return to the land of lavish parties, endless cocktails and good old southern cuisine. Once downstairs, I walked out onto the front porch as the driver approached to shake my hand. His grip was firm. His stance, tall and proud. Ex-military by the looks of it.
"Mr. Claiborne. It is an honor. I trust you're ready to go."
"Not quite. I mean, if you wouldn't mind running upstairs and getting my suitcases for me, that would be great. I just have to run back inside and say goodbye to my friends."
"Certainly sir."
I made my way towards the kitchen but no one was there. Going to the fridge I pulled out a bottle of water and was about to turn around when I bumped into what felt like a brick wall. I staggered and bounced back, bracing myself against the stainless steel door as I came face to face with Virgil. His body was drenched with sweat that I could see a trickle slide down his abs and go past the waistband of his jeans. I dared not look into his eyes because I knew that if I did, I'd never be able to look away.
"Going somewhere?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'm back home to Atlanta today for my little sister's wedding tomorrow."
"By yourself?"
"Couldn't be helped. My invite was very last minute."
"You could've asked me."
"Asked you for what?"
"To be your date for the wedding. I wear a killer tux."
A mental image started to form inside my head as I shook the bad thoughts away and brushed past him. "I appreciate your offer, Virgil, but I really don't have the time. Now I have to go."
"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, cursing myself. I turned to face him and in that moment he had a shiny green sour apple in his hand. He raised his arm slowly, the apple just inches from his mouth as he parted his lips and his teeth and bit down hard. And his eyes. Those damn hypnotic piercing gold and brown eyes that could instantly stop my heart at just once glance and now he was doing it. Fuck, fuck, fuck! The man was pure sin and temptation all rolled into one.
