REX
When I signed the contract with him, I didn't know this was how it would be, with me spending my days practically in his bed, not that I was complaining about it. He satisfied me, and that should be more than enough reason to want to stay.
"Do you have any plans for today?" He asked as he put on his slacks. I almost moaned in disappointment when he zipped up. I thought we would spend the rest of the morning in bed like we did the day before. He smirked. "If you want that, Mon Ange. Who am I to refuse?"
My cheeks turned a deep red.
Fuck Nyx! I hate it when he reads my mind.
He chuckled. "You should know I can't help it, mein Schatz. You always scream out your thoughts, and it's impossible to ignore a scream, you know, right?"
"Fuck you."
"I'll gladly do that, Ma biche, but I think we need to get to work."
I sat up and reached for the blanket so I could cover my naked chest. With the way he sounded, I knew it had to be something important. You don't talk business naked.
"Which is?"
He reached for his shirt and put it on before he sat on the bed and looked at me. "I was thinking I should take you to work. You know, get you accustomed to —"
"You have an office?"
He raised a brow. "Is that shocking?"
"Wait." I lifted my hand. "You are…" He's a bloodsucker. How the hell …
He laughed. "So, as a vampire, I shouldn't have any job? How did you think I got all this wealth?"
I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "You've lived for a long…" I blinked when I realised something. "You're old, right? Like old, old." I hadn't thought about this. It hadn't, for once, crossed my mind. I'd read about vampires and watched the trending movies, but I had never…. "How old are you?" I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around me as if it could shield me from whatever number was about to come out of his mouth. I didn't want to believe he was that old.
He finished buttoning his shirt and smirked. "Does it matter?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." I raked a hand through my tangled hair. "You look thirty. Maybe thirty-two. But you're not. You're… what? A hundred? Two hundred?"
That would be impossible. He didn't look a day older than 30.
"Older."
I blinked. I knew he wasn't bluffing when he didn't smile and didn't add those teasing names he calls me. "How much older?"
Nyx lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I stopped counting around the time your great-great-great-grandmother was born, Mon Ange."
I felt the blood drain from my face. "That's not funny."
"I wasn't making a joke." He winked and got to his feet. "So, I've decided to start helping you with my end of the bargain since you have started yours."
My cheeks got redder when he looked down. Of course, we both knew what he was referring to. After all, I only had to give him one thing for him to help me out.
"I've thought of the perfect revenge for these bastards who hurt you, and we need to work on them."
I nodded, choosing to forget the earliest conversation we were having before this. It didn't seem like he would entertain questions concerning that anymore.
Besides, of what advantage would it be to me to learn of the truth? I had already slept with him. It wouldn't make any difference even if he were a thousand years old. As I mentioned earlier, he didn't look a day over 30.
"So," he said, and cleared his throat to get my attention. "I need you to get dressed. I'll have your clothes brought up soon. We'll leave after breakfast."
"Okay," I said, already getting to my feet. After days of not being in my natural habitat — my office — I was dying to go to his, even though it wasn't mine.
I had, after all, lost everything when my life went downhill after the betrayal from those I loved and once called family.
"Don't keep me waiting, Mon trésor."
I rolled my eyes.
Winking, he left. I removed the blanket and threw it on the bed before I went into the bathroom. I had a quick shower, and by the time I exited, the clothes were already waiting for me.
It was a charcoal pencil skirt, a cream silk blouse, and a blazer to match. Even though this wasn't the first piece of clothing he had gotten for me, I was still shocked by how accurate he was in getting my size.
Was that one trick a vampire has? All he needed was to sleep with you once, and he somehow gets to know your size?
I paired it off with the shoes he got. Thankfully, it was just three-inch heels; else I might have walked out barefoot.
He was waiting for me in the dining room when I went downstairs, and already dressed, at that. I wasn't even surprised to see him ready. I had expected it; with how fast he was. That guy probably can cover the entire world in a day without breaking any sweat. He was just that fast.
"You look ravishing, Ma Belle," he said, causing me to roll my eyes.
I closed the distance between us and sat on the chair next to him. The maids immediately moved. They served our food, and I was stunned when they served my meal and only gave him a cup of coffee.
I raised a brow. "Aren't you eating?"
He grinned. "Do you want to feed me?" His gaze lowered to my neck, and he licked his lips. "Though I drank from you last night, I won't refuse if you offer yourself to me."
I scoffed. "I didn't mean blood, dummy. I meant food." I pointed at mine. "Aren't you eating?"
He shook his head. "I don't think it's necessary to do that. Besides, I'm still full from last night." He picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Eat. We need to leave in a few."
I didn't want to drop the subject even though he didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, but I couldn't force him to tell me. I just picked up my cutlery and began to eat, while ignoring the vampire who was practically gawking at me.