The Devil's Son

Lynne was having lunch at one of the cosiest restaurants in the city. It's her favourite place to cool off and put her thought together. Lately, she has been overwhelmed with work and she also has her mother's health worrying her to stupor.

Her phone rang.

"Hello, Lynne where are you? The directors are already here!"

Oh! She hurriedly gulped down the last drop of wine in her glass, packed her bags and quickly made for the door.

"How could I have forgotten?" she kept muttering to herself.

In her hurry, she bumped into someone.

"Holy shit! Young woman, are you blind?"

She looked up to apologise and what she saw captivated her. He was handsome, his eyes were expressive and captivating, framed by thick, well-defined eyebrows that add a touch of intrigue. He had a confident demeanor and a natural charisma that obviously drew anyone's attention.

Lynne didn't realize she had been gazing without saying anything.

"Yes? Young lady, you just spilled my lunch".

"I...I...I" she stuttered.

"Do you stutter?" He was observing her with cruel eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"No! I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry. I'll pay for your spilled lunch. Here's my card," she said, feigning confidence as she hands him her business

He took the card, grabbed her hand and looked sternly into her eyes.

"I'll definitely give you a call and it's not about the food."

She snatched her hand and walked away so fast.

"What a day and what a man!" she thought as her driver zoomed off back to the office.

Back at the office, Lynne could not concentrate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the man she encountered at the restaurant. His physique, sculpted and athletic, lingered vividly in her imagination. The memory of his broad shoulders, the way his shirt hugged his chest, and the confidence exuded by his every move ignited a spark within her.

As she tried to focus on her work, her mind kept wandering back to the memory of his toned arms, visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt. The way he carried himself with an effortless grace, hinting at strength and agility, fueled her fascination. She found herself daydreaming about the touch of his hand, imagining the warmth and security it would bring.

Lynne made a conscious effort to redirect her focus. She channeled her energy into her work.

"Miss Lynne, are you with us?" her manager asked, breaking through the haze of her thoughts.

Startled, Lynne snapped back to reality, realizing that she had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting.

"Oh, I apologize," Lynne replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. Please go ahead, I'm fully engaged now."

The meeting continued, and Lynne made a conscious effort to actively participate, offering her insights and suggestions. However, in the back of her mind, the memory of the encounter at the restaurant lingered, making it challenging to fully focus on the discussion at hand.

It had been two weeks since Lynne met the mysterious man at the restaurant. She hasn't stopped thinking about his captivating features. She knew he wasn't going to call but she had hoped he would.

She has also been avoiding the restaurant for fear of running into him again.

Today, she craved the peperonata potato cake and the only place she could get it was at the restaurant. If only her driver hadn't taken a sick leave the day before, she would have sent him. After much hesitation, she threw a jacket over her strapless mini dress, powdered her face and took a taxi to the restaurant.

As soon as Lynne stepped into the hall, without glancing around, she dashed to the counter to place her order. Then she heard a familiar voice behind her. Her stomach growled as her heart skipped a bit. She summoned some courage, then turned to face him. He was smiling this time and looked way more handsome than the day the met.

"I knew you'd finally show up some day. You had me sitting out here everyday for two weeks waiting."

"Hi," she managed to mumble, "you have my card, why didn't you call."

"Come with me," he took her hands and led her to his table. She knew she should resist but it was impossible. He was dangerously charming!

She couldn't take her eyes off him as they discussed. This man is a masterful conversationalist, effortlessly navigating a wide array of topics with finesse and intelligence. His name was George, a befitting name for such handsomeness

His voice carried a soothing tone, captivating his listener and making her feel heard and valued. He also possessed a remarkable ability to listen attentively, offering his undivided attention to her when she spoke. She loved the way he laughed at her jokes. He seemed so kind and loving that she felt comfortable around him. She wanted to spend more time with him, to know him more. She wanted more.

It was getting dark and she needed to get home. Suddenly, there was a distant rumbling of thunder which grew louder, echoing through the atmosphere. Then, the first drops of the rain began to fall, lightly at first, tapping gently on rooftops. As the rain intensified, the drops became more persistent. The pitter-patter of the rain on various surfaces created a soothing melody that reveberated in the surroundings.

It was getting darker and the gentle rain had transformed to a torrential downpour. She wondered how she'd get home. George sensed the fear in her eyes and offered to drive her home.

"That's so kind of you," Lynne sighed in relief.

There was a wierd air of silence in the car as he drove slowly in the dark, lonely road. Flashes of lightning illuminated the sky followed closely by the resonating booms of thunder and the rain continued to pour relentlessly.

Just as they approached the road that led into Lynne's estate, they were halted by a highway patrol team who informed them that the road had been flooded and therefore unaccessible.

"What do we do now?" Lynne was panicking.

Before she could say the next word, George had made a swift U-turn, heading in a different direction.

"Where are we going?" she was almost screaming.

"My house," he replied coldly.

Lynne knew that was a dangerous idea. The thought of spending a whole cold night with him sent cold, ecstatic shivers down her spine. She should stop him but she was too weak to. So she kept mute as George took her to his house.

Lynne was taken aback as George drove into a mansion that was a masterpiece. He had told her that he inherited properties from his late father, who was a traditional ruler of his district, but she did not expect to find such edifice. Its exterior design combined classic and contemporary elements, creating a harmonious blend of old-world charm and modern luxury.

As he led her through the courtyard to the main entrance, she feasted her eyes on the beautiful garden adorned with perfectly trimmed, vibrant flowers. She loved the serenity the environment exuded.

The interior was just as she expected. As she stepped into the magnificent mansion, she was greeted by a world of unparalleled luxury.

"Lynne, this is Maria," he said pointing at the elderly woman who had opened the door for them, "she'll take care of you." With that he climbed the stairs. Lynne watched as he disappeared into the large corridor upstairs, without as much as a glance backwards.

The housekeeper welcomed her with a smile. "Your room is this way, my lady, the bath is ready, just let me know if you will need anything else," she said as she led her gently to the visitor's room.

"Oh thanks Maria, I'll just wash up and sleep."

Maria left and Lynne paced up and down the room, wondering what kind of a man George was. From the way they were both getting along so well, she had expected a little warmth and hospitality. She had imagined he would want to hold her in his arms and maybe kiss her even. So why was he suddenly cold to her?

Lynne took a deep breathe and went ahead to the bathroom. When she came back into the bedroom, she found a neatly folded pink nightwear on top of the bed.

She muttered under her breath. This man must be a philanderer with a reputation of bringing all kinds of women home. She felt a pang of jealousy, then she felt a bit ashamed of herself for letting such amorous feeling for a man she just met overwhelm her.

She wished she could get a ride home. But it was already too late into the night. Besides, the rain and flooding would make it less likely to happen.

She sighed, and laid herself gently on the cosy bed. The sheets were soft and smelt of roses . Lynne decided she would just sleep for few hours so that she would be able to leave as early as possible before the monsterous man woke up.

Then she heard a tap on the door. That must be Maria.

"Maria, I do not..." before she could complete the speech, the door swung open and there he was standing, clad only in sleek, fitted pyjamas. Lynne jumped out of the bed and stood face to face with that dangerously seductive man.

She swallowed hard as she observed every detail of his presence. The top of his pyjamas hugged his torso, highlighting his well-defined chest and arms, and emphasizing his broad shoulders.

The pyjamas pants hung effortlessly from his hips, draping loosely around his thighs. The fabric subtly clinged to his well-formed legs.

His presence and undeniable confidence made him irresistibly attractive, leaving Lynne's imagination running wild with desire.

When she finally found her voice she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Checking that my guest is okay," he responded as he took few steps, closing the gap between them.

Before Lynne could say another word, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to himself. Without waiting for her consent, his lips found hers.