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Sighing, I looked down at myself, and regret was the last thing I felt. I should have controlled myself better, just as I had all these years. How could I have given in this way when, for once, I had such a huge opportunity within my grasp? The contacts I formed here could establish me the way I wanted to. I wouldn’t have to run to coffee shops to escape the heat because I couldn't afford to fix the air conditioner in my apartment. Yet here I was, unusually letting lust run me, and I didn't know how to explain it.
“Regret coming in?” he asked, and I was jolted out of my rapidly darkening thoughts. This was his fault, I decided, so I turned around once again to face his gorgeous face.
“I need to head back,” I told him, trying my very best to ignore the fact that his cock was still hanging out of his pants and still somewhat hard. He was sated. I could see it in his eyes and the gorgeous glisten of his release and mine on the satiny smooth skin. He had disposed of the condom and no doubt would rapidly be able to get another one if needed.
I found the courage to look into his eyes then, knowing that this wouldn’t happen again.
“This was good,” I told him. “But let’s, um… hopefully it won’t happen again. I mean, it definitely shouldn’t happen again. It’s extremely unprofessional on my part. You’re basically my employer.”
At my words, he didn’t respond. Instead, he seemed to go very still, and I couldn’t help the shiver that crept up my spine.
I loved it when he got this way, and at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated.
He continued to watch me while I used the time not to wait but to convince myself that it was alright to just turn around and leave. However, it was as though his gaze had me frozen, unable to move or even speak, and it terrified me that he had this kind of hold over me.
“It’s because he’s technically my employer,” I tried to convince myself. “That’s why I’m hesitant... that’s why I give a fuck.”
Thankfully and fortunately for me, and as the knock came once again followed by the handle being pulled down curiously, he responded.
While I was panicked with my heart about to leap out of my chest, he appeared calmer than ever before.
"Sure,” he said. “You can leave.”
It was what I wanted to hear, but I couldn’t help feeling dismissed, which just made me feel worse altogether. Unwilling to waste any more time, I grabbed my camera, headed over to the door, and unlocked it. I hoped with all my heart that whoever was there wasn’t still waiting. This, however, was a very far-fetched dream, and so I prepared myself to meet whomever it was with a bold face and to accept whatever consequences would arise from this, after all, I couldn’t take it back.
My hope was that it would be one of the countless servants in the house. Dressed in pristine uniforms, they seemed to be everywhere and ever busy, moving food, toiletries, and bedding from one floor to the other. Now, however, none of them were in sight. Instead, a man was before me dressed impeccably in loose slacks and a dress shirt.
He was obviously quite elderly, but his build was amazing, as though he had lived in the gym for most of his years.
I didn’t have a choice then but to meet his gaze, and although it took me a while simply because I wasn’t expecting it, I soon understood that this had to be some relative of Drake and Aurora.
He took his time in regarding me, and I was sure that he had heard most of what had happened. He had probably even been the one to send whomever else had been around away.
“Hello,” I greeted, and immediately started to hurry away, but he turned around and calmly stopped me.
“Who are you, Miss?” he asked, and I was forced to a halt. Releasing a deep, heavy breath, I turned around and just then recalled the weight of the camera in my arms.
“Photographer,” I replied, not even sure if I was saying the truth because how in the hell could I guarantee myself a job after this.
“You take some great pictures in there?” he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. I was sure that I was going to die of shame. There was simply no other way out.
“Great location,” I somehow managed to reply, and before he could ask any further questions, I turned around and scampered away.
Chapter Seventeen
Drake
I was in the midst of putting myself together when the door was pushed open. Whomever came in was quite cautious, as if they weren’t sure if they should just barge in, yet they were important enough not to really need to call out to me and ask for my permission either. I knew whom it was before his face even appeared.
The older version of me, or what I hoped would be, came in and stopped at the open door. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a peculiar look, and then his attention returned to my pants. I was pulling up the zipper and buttoning myself up, and at this, he shook his head.
“The wedding photographer?” he asked as he came in and shut the door behind him.
I didn’t acknowledge this question. Instead, I watched him with a smile and took care to inspect his frame for any health concerns.
“I thought you were going to come earlier,” was my response.
He stopped in front of me, his gaze perusing me as well, and then he slid his hands into his pockets.
