worshipping the devil

-six-

E L E N A

For the next three days, I've been avoiding Adrian like the plague.

What happened between us that night shouldn't have happened. But that's not the worrying part. The worrying part is that I actually enjoyed it. Now, he probably thinks I'm some gold-digging slut.

I've been staying in my room for the majority of the time, only going downstairs for an hour or two at a time to cook his meals.

I'm embarrassed. Ashamed. And most of all, disappointed in myself. How could I have let that happen? I've risked my impression on him and I've risked my job.

And what would've happened if I didn't stop him? What would be 'crossing the line'?

I'm just surprised, and relieved, that he hasn't fired me. Yet.

I hear my phone ringing and I check to see who it is. Miami.

"Hey, Mimi,"

"Woah, babes, why do you sound so sad?" She immediately says.

"Its nothing, just a hard day at work today," I say, partly true.

"Is he giving you a tough time?" She reply's sympathetically.

"Just a little," I let out a small laugh, but inside I really feel like crying. A tear escapes the corner of my eye but she can't see that.

"What happened?" And so I tell her. I need to get it off my chest and for the first time since being in England, I let my emotions out. And it feels so much better.

Because the truth is, I haven't been sleeping or eating well. And I hate myself for it, because I don't know why. It's like Adrian has a hold of me and controls what I feel. I've only known him for just under a week, but he's already playing with my mind.

"Wow. He sounds... interesting, to say the least. Listen, just tell him how you feel and he probably feels the same," she advices me.

"I can't lose my job just because of my stupid emotions, Miami. It's not that simple," I reply.

"I guess. But whatever you do, I know you'll do the right thing. I believe in you, babes," she says and I smile.

"Thanks," I say gratefully. "I've got to go now, Mimi. I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Yeah. Bye, bestie." I hang up.

Now it's time to face the music.

I open my bedroom door for the third time today to go downstairs and make dinner. Every time I look at that counter by the sink, images replay in my head. I can almost feel what he did to me, and it's already making my core clench.

I make a chicken escallop with some salad and chips on the side. With a glass of water in my other hand, I place them in front of Adrian without a word.

"Elena," he wants me to stop, but I carry on walking out of the room and back upstairs. I'm not in the right state of mind to talk to him; I'll end up saying something I regret.

Closing the bedroom door, I lean my head on the wall beside it and take a deep breath.

Suddenly, I hear 3 loud knocks which makes me jump. My breathing shakey, I slowly twist the handle and open it to reveal Adrian's unimpressed face.

"Elena," he says more calmly.

"What do you want, Adrian?" I say impatiently.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He raises his voice and takes a big step into my room so that we're almost touching. I take a step back.

"Your food's going to be cold," I say quietly, playing with my fingers, desperately trying to change the subject.

"I don't give a fuck, Elena. What's wrong?" Adrian reply's sternly.

I take a few breaths. "It shouldn't have happened," I look down.

"I'm your cook and nothing else. That was a big mistake, Adrian, on my behalf. It can never happen again." I stand my ground, even though I really don't want it to end here.

I watch his face fall. Adrian closes the door behind him and takes another small step into my room.

He strokes my cheek but I turn my head to the side. "Do you really mean that?" He says quietly. I nod my head, but he knows I'm lying.

"Elena," he cups my face. "I haven't been able to get you off my mind. You're all I think about, day and night. And I'm fucking tired of it. I know it was a mistake, okay? I fucking know. But does that mean I regret it? Absolutely not. And I would do it again, a million times."

Before I can comprehend what he said, he smashes his lips onto mine.

I should push him away. That's the right thing to do. But fuck it. He can fire me after this. I need to know what his lips feels like on mine.

I kiss him back with as much force and passion. My hands slither up the back of his neck and tangle themselves in his hair. His hands squeeze my hips, pressing our bodies impossibly closer together.

It was a kiss driven by pure lust. I wanted him. It was full with wildness and desperation and it released all of the sexual tension building up.

Our lips move perfectly in sync. His tongue begs for entrance which I give to him. He dominates the kiss and flips us around, pressing me tightly against the wall.

I squeeze the material of his shirt in my hands. I have to gently push him away, just to allow some oxygen to travel into my lungs.

Adrian presses his forehead against mine as we both breath heavily, trying to wrap our mind around the amazing kiss we just shared.

I look at him from under my eyelashes. His eyes are closed and his chest is heaving. I bite my lip at the sight.

Adrian slowly opens his eyes, which have now turned the darkest shade of green. He looks at me with such lust and desire.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he confesses.

"Me too," I whisper.

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just to let you know, i do not know how to cook. that's why i don't get into details about making the food because i'm sure you don't want a cookery lesson.

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