Burning Coldness | BXB

Burning Coldness 09: Seduction

|SEDUCTION|

Avoiding someone can really take toll on you, Andrew reflected as he entered his penthouse. He was jumpy throughout the day, looking over his shoulder hoping that he won’t see Nathaniel. Thankfully, it was Friday so he won’t have to look over his shoulder and more importantly, he will have the whole weekend to come up with a plan how to solve this situation he got himself into.

“Have a good day, Andrew!” Bridget greeted him. He was putting his coat on and getting him ready to home.

“Bridget, are you coming home this early?” Andrew asked her, not unkindly this time. He wanted some company even though it would just be his maid.

“Yes, master. I need to see my sick daughter. I had to take her to the hospital,” she swiftly responded on her way towards the elevator. Her eyes however softened when she noticed how bad her little prince looked like. “I prepared you one of your favorite lunch. You can eat once you feel the need to.” she smiled at Andrew, trying to cheer him up.

Bridget knew that Andrew was a cold and spiteful boy, yet she couldn’t help but take care of him. She knew him since he was a little boy, and she watched him putting up his walls year after year due to loneliness and abandonment from his parent.

She knew that behind that icy posture, he was just sad and lonely boy who seek for caring and attention. But she couldn’t reach to him. She knew that Andrew would never let his walls down for her.

“Bridget Parker,” Andrew responded, “Have a nice weekend.” he added as he turned on his shoe and walked away towards the kitchen. Bridget followed him with her gaze, and sighed sadly. She felt bad for her young master. Hopefully, someone will break down those walls he had built. She thought while entering the elevator and leaving the deafening silence of Harriet’s Penthouse.

After munching on chicken salad that Bridget prepared for him, Andrew dragged himself towards his room to get some rest. He couldn’t stand the idea of staying in this huge house, alone with himself, it felt like an invisible hand was stiffing his neck, cutting off the air supply.

Heavy feeling settled itself on his chest, loneliness washing in waves over him. He couldn’t stand the lingering silence brought by high thickened walls.

He ran his hands over his fined mahogany piano, as he uncovered the lid. He stroke the keys, breaking the silence. He finally let out a breath, heaviness from his chest lifted slightly. Music could always console him, he could play on his piano for hours, getting lost in entrancing melodies, making himself forget the melodies of his own existence.

After a couple of hours playing his piano, he felt slightly better. He decided he will watch movie and stuff himself with popcorn and drinks. He went to his shower to take a shower first. He closed his eyes, warm water easing his tense muscles and washing away his worries and tribulations.

While thinking of worries, what am I going to do with Nathaniel? He mused to himself.

I could threaten him. Maybe, there was something I could use against him. He thought of Nathaniel’s frustrated and flushed face during the argument the other day. Maybe I could push him again against the wall. His thoughts strayed off the mission and Andrew couldn’t stop the rush of images that flooded in his mind at that moment.

Nathaniel is against the wall as I sneak my hands in his shirt, this time not making a stop at his firm stomach, but going up to his firm perky chests as I kiss him senselessly, getting high from that sense of him. Andrew moaned in the shower. His chest was having hard as his alabaster hands caressed his own chest, biting it slightly and moaning at the dirty images of Nathaniel flashing through his mind.