Seraphina
The atmosphere was packed with tension and something else I couldn't quite name.
I had shifted my form, leaning dangerously against Kael's chest. His breath dropped and so did his gaze. My entire body burned from the intensity of the moment and how his body emitted so much heat.
I pulled back just in time, but I could have sworn that I felt something poking below his pants, and I tried so hard to keep my mind off of what could have possibly—no, definitely—been his dick.
Unbidden thoughts swarmed through my mind, and I had to clench my purse tightly to stop my body from reacting to our brief situation.
Kael was way older than me, but I couldn't deny, the man was the very picture of sin.
He was tall enough to be inching towards six feet five inches, and he had broad shoulders and abs that rippled every time he moved.
His legs were long; one could tell that he had been into sports. The first time my uncle introduced us, he looked nothing like a thirty-year-old.
If it wasn't for the mature way he carried himself and the richness of his voice, I'd have sworn he was in his early twenties.
To make things even worse, he had a face women would swoon to kiss. What was I saying? They would kill to have him entirely, the man was packed.
He had grey eyes which sparkled dangerously when he was annoyed.
His lips were full enough to make kissing an enjoyable sport, and his nose was the perfect size.
Small and pointed, rounding up his features was definitely the way his jaws were designed. I didn't know if he had them done, but one of these days, I was going to ask him.
They were the perfect definition of chiseled and sharp. I was sure if he wanted, he could cut through skin with how sharp and defined they were.
Get a hold of yourself, Seraphina. I was trying to do that, but my body hadn't fully recovered from the poking warmth that rubbed against me earlier.
No way, no fucking way was I thinking about the dick of my bodyguard who was at least ten years older than me. The chemistry between Kael and I had been there since day one, even though I tried so hard not to think about it.
But moments like this made me want to curse my luck.
"How long do we have before we get there?" I asked no one in particular. Liar—you were referring to Kael. Well, of course I was. Who else was in the fucking car aside from the two of us?
"We are almost there, Princess." Kael's rich voice echoed through the walls of my heat, and I knew that if he touched me even for a slight second, I'd leave a pool of my wetness on the car seat.
What the hell was wrong with me? Could I be ovulating? I racked my brain trying to remember what my monthly calendar was like, but I knew it didn't make much of a difference.
Every time I was around him, I found myself in a puddle of heat, and I hated myself for it, especially because Kael has never for once hinted at a possibility of attraction towards me.
There was an awkward silence, and I could have sworn that someone turned off the air conditioner, or maybe the weather was just too hot. But we were in the winter season, so it didn't make any sense.
Kael seemed completely unphased. His eyes were a cold contrast to the beautiful outlines of his face, almost like the fact that my breast was somewhat in his view was a normal occurrence.
I mean, for him it probably was, considering how often women threw themselves at him.
Something that felt close to jealousy coiled at the depths of my mind, but I pushed it away before it became a full-blown thought.
"We are here, Princess." Kael's voice called out to me, rudely breaking through my thoughts.
"Thank you, Kael." I said, trying to sound casual and sleek, but the way my legs suddenly felt like jelly while I was trying to get out of the car was a rather betraying sensation to the image I was trying to project.
Kael stretched his hand in a bid to help me, but out of the fear that it would only make it even more difficult for me, I politely declined.
"Don't worry, I got this."
In a few minutes, I had gotten down from the car and walked straight to the orphanage building.
I grew up without any memory of who my parents were. My entire life was controlled by my uncle—where I went, the people I spoke to, down to the food I ate. Everything was controlled by him.
It was after I turned twenty that I stood up for myself and threatened him that if he didn't treat me like an adult, I was going to make life a living hell for both of us.
I reached the office of the Coordinator who was in charge of the orphanage. I had started making contributions to this orphanage even before I turned twenty.
They were secret contributions, and I had to take extra care to make sure that my uncle never found out.
The Coordinator who was in charge of running the orphanage home was a former maid under my uncle's employment, and after she retired, she poured her life and soul into taking care of the children here.
She was the closest thing to a mother, even though I knew nothing about experiencing motherly love.
"Seraphina, what a pleasure, it's so nice to see you." She stood up from her seat, her wrinkled face gathering so much pressure that her smile was warm and also scary, but I didn't care.
I hoped to be alive long enough to age. I wasn't afraid of aging; in fact, with the way my life had been since I was a kid, aging is one thing I was actually looking forward to.
"It's so nice to see you, Angie." I hugged her and soaked myself in the warmth her familiarity offered.
She pulled away from her embrace, her face contorting with uncertainty before she spoke again.
"I have bad news, Seraph." I loved when she called me Seraph. It was comforting in a weird way, but I liked it.
"What happened?" I asked, my brows furrowing.
"Amelia is dead." I backed away slowly as the realization of what she said hit me.
There was no way, there was absolutely no fucking way!