Chapter 3 No Escape For Her

The elevator door opened and Scarlett came to her senses and in a flash, as she hurried out of the elevator. "Damn it! wrong floor!" she expressed, realizing it was not on the first floor and then, she bolted towards the stairs.

Derek slowly got to his feet, his heart still beating fast and he was shaking and breathing rapidly. His ears were so red that he could feel them heating up, so he reached for his right ear and rubbed it with his fingers. "What the hell?" His voice shook, but that wasn't the only thing that was shaking. He held his face with his hand and noticed his fingers shaking. This wasn't his allergy, it was different. This was an emotional reaction. He had never felt that way for a woman, especially since he got diagnosed with gynophobia.

He kept thinking of the moment Scarlett's body came in contact with his. Just thinking about it made him hard below, which got him more upset. How is it possible that he could not control his own body?

"That strange girl has really messed with me, I have never been demeaned to that level by anyone before, especially not by a lady."

He was about to step out of the elevator when he caught sight of a purse. "Hmm," he exhaled with a witty grin and picked it up. The devilish smile on his face became even wider, curling his lips to their limits. "You can never escape me!"

With that, Derek hurried off to meet up with Scarlett. When he got outside of the Pub, she was not in sight, she was already gone.

"Fuck!!!" He exclaimed and pushed his hairs back backwards. Beneath his calm exterior, he was frustrated. He was not used to people slipping away from him and the fact that she had vanished so quickly left him unsettled.

Without hesitation, Derek went back inside. He strode up to the bar, his presence commanding the attention of the staff. "I need to see the outside cameras," he said in a way that made it clear he wasn't asking.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, glanced at Derek. The sturdy presence of the handsome but dangerous looking guy in front of him got him trembling for seconds even though he had not made or showed any sign of violence. Derek's appearance alone already instilled so much fear in him as he looked around nervously before nodding.

Moments later, he was in a small back room meant for high ranking staff alone, staring at a screen that's showing the footage from the outside. His sharp eyes traced the movements of people leaving and there she was, heading straight for a car parked at the corner. Her face was not showing clearly, Derek recognized her from her unique attire. She didn't waste a second before stepping inside to drive away.

Derek leaned forward, taking note of the plate number as the car pulled away. And without a word, he pulled out his phone and took a quick photo of the screen. He straightened up, his mind already calculating his next steps. The situation had changed. She was no longer a mystery, he had a lead now, and he wasn't the type to let something like this go.

He thanked the bartender and exited the room. People could run, but they couldn't hide from him for long.

Under an hour, Derek got to his Penthouse. His apartment was on the 100th floor of D'Amico palace, one of the most refined buildings in New York. He threw his jacket and other stuff he had in hand on his couch and immediately took off his shirt. He fixed himself coffee just so he could relax, which wasn't still working, he felt like something within him had awakened.

He went into his room, barged into the shower with his shoes on and still dressed in his suit trouser as he turned on the shower and soaked himself with cold water, but the thought of Scarlett's face still kept lurking in his mind.

He stared at himself in a mirror as the water from the shower swept through his body. The cold water from the shower reminded him more of the feeling he had when Scarlett's damp hair laced on his chest, her gentle yet racing heartbeat, the rhythm of her breathing, innocent looking dreamy eyes and her boobs- "Gosh Derek you have to stop." He growled as he shut his eyes. Something was really off about his body, his self-control had just been fractured.

The bathroom mirror framed Derek's passion as he slammed his fist against the mirror, his reflection staring back as he struggled to contain the desire the strange girl had ignited in him. His body craved the almost familiar curve of Scarlett's body, their close contact echoing through every fiber as the recollection of Scarlett's warmth on his chest coursed through him like liquid fire causing his dick to hardened and an almost silent moan to titter out of his lips.

His breathing was ragged and his body kept getting aroused, his cheeks felt hot and he was blushing red. He could not believe a lady would have such an effect on him.The fact that his body did not feel repulsive even after such a close contact with her felt so surreal. Scarlett's face superimposed over his cracked reflection and his mind kept picturing himself stripping Scarlett off the annoying pajamas, feeding on her lips dangerously.

Just then, his phone rang, waking him from his thoughts. He stepped out of the shower, took off his shoes and damp trousers and changed into a bathrobe before looking at his phone.

It was a message from one of his competitors, Deegan. He had sent him a message and is asking for them to meet up.

He silently reached out for a bottle of wine, which was on a small table right beside his bed and slowly poured the wine into a glass. Then he sat on his bed sipping it slowly as a dark and calculative look clouded his face.

Without further hesitation, he dialed a number. His tone was cool and direct as soon as it connected.

"I need a plate run," he said, giving the number he'd snapped from the footage.

There was no need for explanations, he wasn't the type to explain himself. The person on the other end knew what to do.

"Find out who it's registered to, and where I can find them. Make it quick."