Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: Diversion

Nathan

Eight hours later and three plates consisting of breakfast, lunch and dinner, sat on a cart next to the door as I scrolled tirelessly through another worthless search engine. The clock on the computer read 6:45PM. Daylight would be gone soon. And Dracula will have risen from his dead-like sleep. I must admit I did happen to glance over at him a time or two. Barely was he even breathing, much less did he ever make a sound.

He just laid there like a corpse waiting to be autopsied. I yawned and leaned back in my chair as I stretched my arms over my head and scratched my scalp a little. A dozen or so newspaper articles that I printed out from the Internet confirmed today's date and time as to the current whereabouts of Anatolie Manea. Tonight he is to be in attendance at a charity ball hosted by Queen Elizabeth herself.

The charity is to help those less fortunate and to pay for the new medical wing over at the hospital. After an eternity I finally gave up so as to say that I did my best and went to take a shower. I stripped, turned on the water and stepped in. Ah, yes. How the water soothes my skin and clears my head of all thoughts and noises that had happened throughout the day. I stick my head under the warmth of the spray when I suddenly feel a pair of hands at my waist.

I jump instantly only to realize that was indeed just Dracula. I sighed in annoyance yet said nothing further. He pulled me in close, my back to his chest. The way his hand lathered up the loofah sponge as it foamed with fluffy white suds before he began to wash me from head to toe. While his other hand stayed on my chest, keeping me tight to him. But to be honest, I did like the way he held me like this. I always felt safe and protected in his arms.

"What did you learn today?" he asked.

"Anatolie will be at a charity ball tonight. Queen Elizabeth herself is hosting it."

"A ball, you say? Excellent. Guess I'll have to find something to wear on such short notice."

"I'll call the lobby and see if they can provide us with some names."

"You do that. On the other hand I'll be needing you tonight so be ready."

"Whoa. I can't dance."

Dracula leaned in close, his lips brushing along the column of my throat. "I won't take no for an answer," he purred. "You're going."

And with that, my attempt at trying to get out of going failed before it even began. I was the first to exit the shower while Dracula finished up, humming a haunting tune that sent a chill down my spine. The phone beside the laptop provided quick access to the lobby as I kindly asked the female receptionist the closest directions to the nearest suit shop. Within minutes I had the name, number and address of two local businesses that were within walking distance of our hotel. I thanked the lady for her help and hanged up the phone just as Dracula emerged with steam rolling off his flawless, smooth skin.

I glanced at him from behind my dark lashes and bit my bottom lip. Then I saw his ass and my heart ached. I don't think there's ever been another ass out there quiet like his. His was certainly one of a kind and very firm. And whenever he fucked me, it was rock hard from beginning to end. "Can I help you?" he asked from over by the bed. I quickly came back down to earth and stuttered with response.

"N—No." I swallowed. "Here, I got you the names of two stores in town."

He finished getting dressed and came over to me. His hand reached for the stationary and with his finger touched my hand as the room around me grew a little bit darker. Sin wasn't just a dirty word anymore. It had taken shape in the form of a man who was sin, is sin, and was born to be sin. I stared into his green eyes and I swear I almost died right on the spot. Like the Greek Goddess Medusa his stare had the power to render me immobile.