HIS SEDUCTION

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"Iho, Mr. Veleches is waiting for you in your office." A soft voice greeted us the moment the door opened. Her face brightened like candlelight when her eyes landed on me.

"Cara, Alina, mi sei mancanto tanto!" The woman squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace. I smiled warmly. My heart swelled at the gesture. She didn't hate me, then. My eyes stung, feeling like any moment I'd burst out into tears. She sniffled

"Nana Mena, I missed you too." I kissed her cheek and she returned the kiss on my forehead. She's warmhearted and a sweet woman. She treated me like her own child though she never had one. In her 50′s, working in the house was menial for her. She knew her footing in the house and all.

"You should rest. You must be tired." Her eyes warmly ran over my face, "I knew that one day you'd come home again, Neonata, I didn't stop thinking about you. You made me so worried." She sniffled and that pierced my heart.

"I'm so sorry, I was-"

"No, do not say it. Sono così felice che tu sia qui and that is more important, Cara Alina." (I'm just so happy that you are here.)

"Thank you," I told her softly.

"Take her to her room, Nana Mena." He said and marched to his office. Jaw stretched tight. A grim line formed his lips that always made him look so distant and cold.

I sighed. He still hated me.

"Do not worry. I know he is happy, " Nana Mena said. I doubt that. "You need to rest, Neonata, I'll call you for dinner, yes?"

I gave her a nod and smiled at the woman in front of me. She always made everything light and easy.

She led me to the room which I recognized most. Nothing had changed, as if I had never gone somewhere for a long time. I inhaled a lungful of air, feeling strangely good. I felt at home. My mind began to wander back to those days. I was completely down in the dumps and disheartened, yet now, that heaviness before was somehow lifted off my heart.

I need to run a bath.

When the water was warm enough, I got rid of all the clothes I wore and cleanly folded them and put them into the hamper. I slid my body in the water and I moaned at the feeling. The warm water soothed my tensed muscles. I had been worn out and anxious for the past weeks. I knew I was restless.

My mind drifted back to earlier events. It was overwhelming. I never thought he would find me again. A month without him, not hearing anything about him pained me, but I knew it was for the best. The best for him. Not seeing me would spare him from the pain I caused him. The thought hurt me as much. He had been giving me a cold shoulder and it hurt, I admit, but I no longer deserve any of his attention, after all the things I'd caused him.

Why did he have to find me then? What now?

A bubble ascended and I touched it, amused to see it pop. Smelling the scent of the vanilla milk, I added more of the liquid soup. It smelled wonderfully delicious; it was relaxing. My head swayed as I took my time rubbing my skin while humming to the song I played in mind. How I loved the warm water over my skin. Satisfied with the amount of time I spent rubbing my skin, I finally let the back of my head rest on the edge of the tub and closed my eyes.

As this way felt more palliative and soothing as the bubble coated my whole body, my mind wandered off to places I found pleasantly tranquilizing. I leaned even further.

Until I drifted off.

"What the fuck are you doing? I knocked several times, Alina, and here I found you sleeping in the tub?!" His deep, furious voice echoed within the walls of the bathroom, causing my eyes to flutter open. I jolted upward. Startled. I hadn't noticed I dozed off.