Chapter 8 Daydreaming About me

It's a Monday morning and the sky seems to be promising a great week ahead, the Russ were as busy as ants looking for food to store for winter. Emilia's daily life is the same as before but more comfort and security at the expense of her freedom. She saw less of Adrian as the weeks dragged on, harnessing her energy into the work assigned to her. The whereabouts of the lady that was against her wedding bothered her, wondering if the kingmaker had executed her already. The courage to confront him on such matters failed her.

The frustration of not getting where the server she's supposed to break leads to frustration. Adrian will be back tonight from his business trip and he will demand an explanation of what she's been able to do so far. She doesn't want to appear clueless when she's summoned by him, he would look down on her and utter demeaning words. Her pride and dignity will be crushed and have no face to save for herself. The villa was unintentionally warm towards her, she's adapting to her new environment unknowingly, maybe it's because she doesn't have to face the demon lord everyday. Tonight is going to be a tough one or so she thought, still glued to her favorite sofa. Surrounded with junks instead of normal food. She eats healthy meals at breakfast only and gets through the day on what are supposed to be appetizers. This earned her the hatred of some of the maids, calling her names behind her back. A picker eater who doesn't know her way around the kitchen but still rejects every food brought to her after breakfast disregarding the effort they put in preparing each meal. The chef dare not go against Adrian's wish of feeding his wife well in his absence. There were days when Luke, the chef, would have to plead Emilia to have a taste of the different dishes placed before her. Emilia will comply since she couldn't focus on work either. All this was happening under the watchful eyes of Rosa who was planning her sweet revenge on Emilia for taking everything away from her. Emilia's heart beat faster at the tick tock of the big wall clock behind her. Her hand ran faster on the buttons at high speed. She's not one to give up, few tears trim down her cute face for hours of staring at the screen. She would rather choose to collapse after she hit the submit button than to give up halfway. Few minutes more and she's good to go. Her iPad blinked, indicating an incoming call. Who could it be? She thought to ignore the person and continue with the task at hand. Adrian walked into the living room gracefully, Manhattan will always be his home. The State doesn't offer him the kind of comfort and security his own house gives. His eyes rested on the figure sprawled out on the sofa, he walked closer to take a closer look. It was Emilia, a smile formed in his mouth against his wish. He took the laptop away and removed her glasses, then carried her in a bridal style to their room. Emilia relaxed in his arms, snuggling closer to sleep comfortably. Adrian lay her down on the bed and covered her with a duvet, he made his way to the restroom to have his bath. His body aches all over, running a quick shower. He dried himself with a towel, wore a black singlet and a white short trouser before finding his way to the bed. Sleep evaded him since he left for the business, the habit of sleeping peacefully somewhere else apart from his house was not his forte. He climbed the bed, drew Emilia into his arms, kissed her forehead. Now that's weird, it really is before slipping off to sleep. ****** Emilia wrapped her arm against the solid body beside her, it felt so tangible and real that she didn't want to let go. His cologne suits her nerves, feeling like a strong wall has been built around her, she snuggled closer like a cat until it hit her. Wait, this cologne, she's familiar with this scent and it belongs to just one person that she knows of. It can't be what she's thinking right. Of course it can't be, opening her eyes to confirm if what is going on was true or false. She closed them as fast as she opened her eyes when she saw a figure watching over her. God, no, this can't be. "Do you plan on closing your eyes forever? You've drool over my body" Adrian said, his voice laced with a mischievous smile. Drool? That's not even possible, she doesn't do that but curiosity killed her cat. "I don't drool when I sleep, that's a false allegation Mr. Adrian. What are you doing in the same bed with me, are you trying to rape me?" Emilia asked with a look of disbelief on her face, her voice more of a whisper. Adrian smirks, his hand moving to her small back "the last time I checked, you are the one holding me dearly in your sleep as if your life depends on it" Emilia looked at her compromising position in embarrassment, no way, he planned this, there's no way she would come closer to him so intimately. She withdrew her hands from his body as if it burned her suddenly. "I'm just curious, why were you calling my name in your dream, were you daydreaming about me?" Adrian asked, holding her closer with one hand despite her struggling to disappear from his presence. Emilia has never felt so embarrassed all her life "I don't know what you are talking about, if you don't mind, I need to get a glass of water from the fridge" Adrian stared at her face for a while before his gaze fell on her lips, she has the kind of lips that you would want to kiss the daylight out of.