Chapter 5 The Forbidden Door

From Henry's POV

I looked as Angele moved about the room, careful yet inquisitive, her fingers following along the mahogany shelves in a manner that was both guiltless and enraging. She took a gander at everything except me, maybe trusting my eyes wouldn't follow everything she might do. Much to her dismay, I saw everything.

"Enjoying freedom?" I asked, my tone frigid yet conveying barely sufficient warmth to keep her anxious.

She froze, then, at that point, turned with a touch of resistance in her look. "You make it sound like I'm in an enclosure."

I laughed, low and hazardous. "Freedom has limits, Angele. Particularly in my world."

Her resistance just glinted, however I could detect the inquiries rising underneath her surface. Also, I can't help but confess, I delighted in watching her grapple with them. A calm, unpretentious rush mixed as she took a gander at the entryway prompting the lower level - the one spot I'd prohibited her from entering.

At the point when I gave her the keys to this fortification, I realized the allurement would perplex her. Angele was smart, not even a shadow of a doubt. She'd been cautious, unobtrusive in her little investigations. However, she was slipping; her interest would destroy her in the event that she let it.

"Tell me," I mumbled, watching her response with a smoothness I didn't feel, "what attracts you to the spots I've shut off?"

She chomped her lip, trying to play hesitant that didn't trick me. "Perhaps I'm simply attempting to comprehend who I wedded. You're... suppose, a conundrum."

I ventured nearer, attacking her space. "A few entryways, Angele, are improved left shut."

Yet, as I spoke, I could recognize the flash easily - she won't notice the admonition. Not actually. What's more, some place where it counts, that satisfied me.

Soon thereafter, I ensured she tracked down me in the review, evaluating contracts, acting each piece the created Chief. In any case, there was no overlooking the pressure. The air popped with it, a blend of challenge and... fascination, truth be told.

She entered unobtrusively; her strides reluctant. I didn't gaze upward. All things considered, I let the quiet stretch, realizing she'd talk first.

"For what reason did you wed me, Henry?" Her voice was consistent, yet I could detect the quake underneath.

Presently, that was an inquiry. I reclined, steepling my fingers. "Since I tracked down you... pretty."

"Is that all?"

I permitted a grin. "Not the slightest bit. In any case, answers have a cost. Is it true that you will pay?"

She made a stride nearer, her fragrance floating to me - an inconspicuous, inebriating mix. I paused, watching the inner fight working out all over. There was something unquestionably fulfilling about this, about watching her grapple with want and dread.

I stood and went after the velvet-lined cabinet, delivering a solitary metal key. Holding it between my fingers, I hung it before her like a tempting mystery. "Interest, Angele, can be... hazardous."

She checked out at the key, then back at me, eyes dull with doubt. "What's behind that entryway?"

My grin was cold, however deep down, I was excited at her naivety. "An example, maybe. One you may not be prepared for."

I held the key a second longer, then, at that point, slipped it back into my pocket, watching her eyes streak with dissatisfaction. She thought herself courageous, cunning, a counterpart for me. That's what I respected. But, she had no clue about the thing she was playing with.

Venturing close, I let my look bore into hers. "Help yourself out, Angele," I murmured, inclining so close I felt her breath hitch. "Avoid the cellar."

I left her remaining there, a combination of interest and dread composed across her face. What's more, as I shut the entryway behind me, I knew one thing without a doubt: she'd never stand up to. Furthermore, when she at last went too far... it would be a night neither of us would neglect.

Angele's POV

I ventured through the penthouse hall, my strides reverberating against the marble floors, yet each step seemed like a commencement. Angele had been sneaking around, that much I knew; her honest interest was both her blemish and her appeal. A little sneer pulled at my lips. She didn't understand that in my reality, interest could be risky.

"Angele," I called out, my voice low yet telling. There was a rush to this dance, a strategic maneuver she had scarcely started to comprehend.

She showed up, her face a material of ineffectively stowed away culpability. "Indeed?" Her voice faltered just somewhat - a tell I'd saw, yet today it was more grounded, more barefaced. Interesting.

"Did you meander anyplace you shouldn't have?" I asked, watching her. My eyes met hers with a purposeful force, testing her.

Angele moved, her hand moving to her neck - a propensity when she was apprehensive. "I didn't intend to. It's simply... your reality, Henry, it's so... shut off. Makes me wonder."

"Pondering things that don't concern you can prompt outcomes you're not prepared to deal with." I shut the distance between us, adequately close to feel her breath get. I saw the flash of resistance glimmer, and I inclined nearer. "However... I concede, I respect your strength."

I connected, my hand brushing her cheek, feeling her breath hitch. The adventure of her response was inebriating, yet I kept my face quiet, cold.

"For what reason do you behave this way?" she mumbled, her voice scarcely a murmur.

I curved an eyebrow. "Carry on like what?"

"Like you're trying me to cross lines, however continuously helping me to remember the limits." She looked through my eyes, obviously disappointed by the inconsistent messages.

I laughed, low and dull. "Perhaps I'm trying assuming you're sufficiently striking to meet me midway. There's power in knowing where the line is - and moving on the edge of it."

She saw me, eyes restricting as though moving me to account for myself. I didn't really. The game wasn't tied in with offering responses yet keeping her needing them. Each question left unanswered would just make her more attracted, more dedicated to tracking down them.

"You believe you're cunning, don't you?" she said, her voice shaking marginally.

"Goodness, I realize I'm." I inclined significantly nearer, my voice dropping to a mumble. "What's more, I additionally realize that each time you eyeball me in such a way, you're welcoming something you're not ready for."

Her eyes streaked with that unquestionable flash of rebellion. "Perhaps I'm ready."

Venturing back, I kept my look on her, working out. "Assuming you believe you're ready, demonstrate it." The test draped weighty between us, thickening the pressure like tempest mists prepared to break.

Her temples weave together, and briefly, I figured she could withdraw. However at that point she lifted her jaw, her voice firm. "Also, consider the possibility that I acknowledge."

I sneered, entertained by her bluster. "In the event that you acknowledge, figure out this: I hold the keys here, Angele. I control what you're permitted to be aware. Go too far, and you'll find out precisely why they say snooping around can lead to unexpected trouble."

The words waited, her eyes extended marginally, a delightful blend of dread and rush playing across her face. Similarly as I planned.

"Thus, what will it be?" I asked delicately, holding out my hand. "Do you grasp my hand, Angele? Understanding what it could cost?"

The quietness was electric. She faltered; her look locked on my hand. I could see her brain dashing, gauging the rush against the risk. She was close, so near giving up, and I delighted in watching her grapple with the choice.

"I'll take it," she at long last murmured, setting her hand in mine. Her skin was warm, delicate - a logical inconsistency to her words, her heart dashing underneath the cool façade she attempted to project.

I fixed my hold, pulling her nearby, my voice a low mumble no one but she could hear. "Great. Presently, recollect that, you've picked this."

The manner in which her breath hitched, the gleam of weakness in her eyes - I could nearly taste her expectation. Be that as it may, I wasn't prepared to give in right now.

"Another thing," I added, my tone moving to something hazier, more hazardous. "You'll adhere to my guidelines, or you'll follow through on the cost. Not any more sneaking around."

Her lips separated, and she gazed toward me with a mix of dread and fervor. "Also, what occurs in the event that I break them?"

I grinned - a chilly, determined grin implied both charm and caution. "You would rather not find out."

A thump on the entryway broke our second, snapping her back to the real world. I looked behind her, my jaw fixing. Timing, it appeared, was never in support of myself.

"Angele," I mumbled, delivering her hesitantly. "We'll get this later."

She gulped, eyes glimmering between the entryway and me. "Also, in the event that I decide not to?"

I laughed, a low solid that sent a shudder through her. "You will not. Since where it counts, you're biting the dust to see where this goes. Furthermore, I'm eager to show you... assuming you're prepared to take a chance with everything."

She opened her mouth to answer, yet I raised a finger, hushing her. "Afterward. Until further notice... proceed to set yourself up. You'll require it."

As she stepped back, I could see the dithering, the adventure of what she was finding herself mixed up with. She needed replies, yet she additionally needed the risk. What's more, she'd quite recently fixed her destiny by grasping my hand.

The entryway shut, letting me be, the pressure from our experience still thick in the air. I really wanted to grin to myself. She'd taken the snare, and presently, moving ahead was the only real option.