Undefiled Queen

Merlyn’s POV

I felt myself losing my consciousness. But his strong arms were around me. Though everything was in a mayhem, I felt relaxed that I was safe now.  He will protect me – with that thought I welcomed the dark world to take over me.

After a while in the night I tried to get up but felt some restriction against me. I felt a strong arm encircling me and somebody was blowing sweet nothings in my ear. I smelled a pure male intoxicating scent. I was not able to concentrate on what was happening to me. An excruciating pain was penetrating my head.  But whoever it was I felt relaxed under his touch and then fell asleep again.

The next morning I noticed I was on a soft king size bed with plush covers unlike my hard jute mattress with worn out covers that my uncle brought from his hometown. I looked around and felt that I was not in my house. Beautiful satin window curtains in floral design swayed with the breeze coming out of the casement. The furniture and fixtures were in gray and black. To one side of the room was a huge walk-in closet that completely appeared male. And the other side had two doors, the first one was small and the other one was slightly bigger than the previous one. I guessed the smaller one is a bathroom door and the bigger one is a balcony because the door was left ajar and a fresh air of blossoming flowers hit my nostrils.

I felt rejuvenated like I was reliving my life again. The sun was shining brightly from the window on the other side. The day was sunny, invoking positiveness in me. My heart at once fills with an unknown delectation but a sudden shrill of pain hit my head and incidences from yesterday ran flooded in my brain and instantly I started panicking.

Flower? Who is this Flower? Why does the name sound familiar to me? Stephen was telling me I taught a lesson to the boys against smoking when I was not even half their age and height. How does this man know things about my childhood? Why does he sound familiar to me? Why do I feel I am missing something very important in my life?

I was busy in my thoughts when I heard a soft sound of shower from the bathroom nearby but suddenly it stopped. My heart began to beat restlessly. Where am I? I looked around the costly room in fear and then felt somebody coming out of it. Slowly I raised my eyes and the world stopped moving around me.

With my jaw hanging open I sat there motionless and stunned.  So this is his house. Stephen brought me to his house? I slightly raised my head to him in question and he discreetly nodded. Probably he understood my inner thoughts and subsequently a lazy smirk crossed his features.

With two long strides Stephen stood in front of me.  He slowly raised his arm and started moving his thumb across my cheek examining it with an intense look.  I shivered a little because of the pain I suffered and sensed a look of hurt in his eyes.  He cussed under his breath and pulled me to a hug.  I was surrounded by his welcoming body wash and felt heaven in his arms.

After a while he distanced us just a little bit to learn about my wellbeing.  I gaped at his standing out features.  His hair was disheveled as he just came from the bath but he looked hot in a different way.  Droplets of water were dripping down from his neck to his waist consumed into the towel.  His v line was perfect, accompanied with a happy trail and clearly visible for his towel being held dangerously low.  His sea green eyes were boring into mine contemplating in case of any uneasiness.  He had a pointed nose and 5′ 0 clock shadow.  In short he was nothing less than a Greek God.  I was completely smitten by his charisma and engaged in my own thoughts when he spoke ‘are you alright?”

I could only manage to nod at him because of the sudden empowering feelings that he created in me. “Who is this Flower? And who were those grown-up boys whom I asked to stop smoking? I do not remember anything? Do you know me from the past?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Masking his feelings under his cold demeanor and maintaining stiff upper when talking to delegates were traits Stephen learned during the very beginning of take-over of his family business but his emotions are sent haywire when I am around. I knew that at least after working with him for the last six months. There was a visible pensiveness marked on his face with a furrowed brow. He gulped down the anxiety and choked out his words. “Flower was my childhood sweetheart who I lost with time and displacement. Because I like you, unknowingly I called you with the same name. And that story was simply made-up to instill courage in you.”

‘Was it a made-up story? It did not feel the same. And Flower?’ I bit her lip in shyness. He just confessed that he likes me. Though he did not say the word ‘love’, at least he admitted he likes me. And in an instant I was in seventh heaven hearing his indirect confession.

He went inside his cupboard and put a yellow sundress on the bed along with inners.  I was completely surprised at how he could manage with the measurements of my under garments but he just gave me a knowing snicker and it struck me we slept together two times. How did he remember my size so accurately? It was more than six months ago. He put his hand on my shoulder and when I looked into his eyes I was starstruck. Something about him always intrigued me. ‘Don’t worry, everything is fine. I got you checked by my doctor and he said it was just a panic attack. I slept beside you yesterday night to assure you everything is alright. ”

I couldn’t stop grinning knowing the fact. Understanding I slept beside him one more time, sweet titillations crawled my skin. He judged people excellently from their facial expressions, he once confessed to me that it was part of his job and I discovered a naughty smile crafting his brims. What does that mean?

‘I will drop you in your house.  Get ready.”  And then pointing to the medicines lying on the side table, he held his voice out ‘take them regularly for the next 10 days.  I will take you to the doctor later for the review” he spoke with concern.  I felt myself on cloud nine.  He really cares for me.  Come on Merlyn, he is your boss.  He is only sympathizing with you and taking care of you.  How can he have feelings towards his employees?  Pinching myself out of the indiscriminate thoughts surrounding me I led myself into the bathroom.

No doubt Stephen loves Merlyn though she was yet to have confirmation about his feelings. But what happens when she comes to know his real identity and the villain’s role that he unfortunately played in her life?