Saphire

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She put the mug of coffee in the mini table and sat across him. He looked at her dress pajama that shows half of her milky legs. Heat flows through her body into the very depth of her core. She snatched a purple fluffy pillow and rested it on her legs.

"Why are you here Mr. Vasiliv?" She asked confused. He looked at her with heated eyes.

"Do you like it?" Ivan said resting his head on the couch looking up the ceiling.

"I'm sorry?" The question makes Saphires eyebrows meet together. She was confuse if he still is talking out of his tipsy state. Ivan looked at her.

"The flowers.... do you like it?" He said almost a whisper but Saphire caught it clearly. Her ears perked up at the mention of flowers and it dawned on her that the mystery sender was none other than the man infront of him. The man whom he always thinks of the past weeks and was now sitting on her old pink couch. She can't utter a word. She was beyond shocked at him.

"So you did not like it." Ivan said straightening his back and bending a little so his elbows rest on his knees, palms clutch together resting his chin there. He looked at her darkly thinking how the hell did the flowers not onto her liking? He wanted to please her.

Her eyes went wide as saucers as what he had said.
"No, I mean. Yes! I like it. But... I'm confuse as to why would you give me flowers Mr. Vasiliv, you and I don't—"

"Ivan....call me Ivan, darling." He said.

"Yes, so Ivan. Why? Why give flowers to me?" SHe asked biting her lower lips. Her innocent eyes drawn him in. He thought of ravishing all of her right on this couch. But he have to wait. To please her. And to make her accept him into her world.

"Why not? Beautiful Flowers always reminded me of you this past weeks, Saphire. I don't know what you do to me, but I can't stop thinking 'bout you." He said looking straight in her eyes. She gasped at how dark it is. She felt the pull at him, it excites her yet it feels dangerous.

"But you do not know me? And I am still confuse how you manage to get in here. I'm sorry, but you need to go out now Ivan. All I can see of you is a stranger. And thank you for the flowers." She said turning her back at him and heading to the door. She unlocked it and twisted the knob.

Saphire was pushed at her coat cabinet hitting her back at the metalic handle. She winced in pain and closed her eyes. As she opened them, she was met with a dark charcoal eyes that belongs to the man she called stranger awhile ago. She can hear his ragged breathing and gasped as the sensation of his hand that travels to his inner thighs up to her sex makes her feel heat from her cheeks down to her toes. His breath that fans the side of her cheeks felt like burning her.

"Darling... I am not the man you will expect me to be. I bring hell to all my enemies and to the ones who betrays me. On the day I met you, I have set my eyes on you. I wanted to please you and ravish you. But not yet. It's not time time yet." He said living her breathless and expecting.

How good his hands on her she shamelessly thought.

He looked at her, rosy cheeks. He felt so proud to tease her knowing she like his touch. Now that he confirmed his thoughts about her, he will definitely take her as his woman.

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Ivan left the apartment building and roared his bike to life. The sound of his engine brought noise to the dark night. The night had been good to him.

'She likes his touch'

The same thought made place on his mind going around over and over again as he thinks of her. Ivan never thought of having an old lady in his life. He is 36, he could've had every woman he wants in the club. They have whores willing to be taken to bed day and night. But it never satisfied him. And the day he met her, looked straight in her ocean blue eyes, he was damned. Damned well know she was the one he was looking for. Spend the rest of his life with.

She was all he wanted. No one could have her but him.

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