Chapter 115
“Are you ready to go?” Daniel asked Elara as they stopped before her apartment building, his gaze flickering around at all the people who were subtly looking towards their car but pretending not to.
He knew these were Xylon’s people, here to keep an eye on her.
How could he not know when he had climbed those pipes so many times to watch Elara, catch her off guard, and even see her sleep?
How many times had he sat by her balcony on the railings, watching her take deep breaths and frown in her sleep.
He even lost count of the number of times he stopped himself from entering that cute blanket of hers and snuggled her in his arms so she would relax and moan just his name throughout the night.
All the thoughts were overbearing, and at times, he wondered if kidnapping Elara would be much easier.
It had been close to a month since he had met her again, and to say she had taken over his sanity and thoughts completely wouldn’t be an understatement.
She is just so pretty and p>
“Mr. Macros,” Elara placed her hand on his biceps to catch his attention when she saw him zoning out while looking at the guards.
“Hm, what were you saying?” He asked, turning his gaze to her, his eyes betraying his emotions and letting her show just exactly how much he desired to be with her.
Elara felt her lips twitch. To everyone’s contrary, she wasn’t afraid of his dark eyes or the hooded look that usually sends a shiver down people’s backs.
Personally, she liked it more than she would ever admit. It made him look hot, and that was everything she needed to have a second look at him, stand against him, act defiant, and p>
“Goodnight,” Elara said.
Daniel sighed.
“Won’t you invite me in?” He asked.
Elara looked at her apartment building and arched her brows.
“Why should I?” She asked while playing with her hair.
Daniel found her reaction a bit too cute and leaned in.
He watched as she inhaled sharply and leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes as if she were ready for the kiss.
He just intended to surprise her with this move. But seeing her inviting lips up so close, who was he to deny them?
He was about to place his lips on hers when he heard a loud honk from behind.
Elara opened her eyes.
“Damn it,” Daniel groaned and was about to get out of the car to shout at whoever it was when the man walked up to his window and knocked on it.
Heat rose in Elara’s cheeks when she saw who it was.
“Mind getting out of the car, or is there a special kind of conversation happening here?” George asked, his steel-like gaze stopping at Daniel as he narrowed his brows at him.
Daniel smirked. He knew precisely why George honked. He probably saw him leaning towards Elara earlier.
“Sooner or later, man,” Daniel grinned, and George rolled his eyes, knowing exactly why he said those words.
The hidden meaning behind his words was clear. Sooner or later, the man would make his sister his wife, and at that time, he wouldn’t be able to stop him.
George grabbed Elara’s hand and put her to his left so that he was standing between her and Daniel.
Daniel rolled his eyes at the man’s childishness.
“What are you doing here, brother?” Elara asked.
He had been here last evening, and he was here again today. Was something going on that she didn’t know about p>
“Watching my sister almost being kissed by a hooligan,” George said instinctively before he cleared his throat.
Elara’s cheeks flared, and she looked down at her feet, nipping at her fingers. Not because she was ashamed of what she did, but because she felt shy and giddy for some reason. As if she had been caught doing something illegal, and for some reason, it thrilled her.
“Go on inside. I have to talk to Daniel,” George said when the elevator reached the fifth floor.
Elara opened her mouth to argue, but one look at George told her he wasn’t in the mood for any excuses.
She sighed and shrugged before leaving.
Daniel was a grown-up man. He would handle things himself. She walked inside the apartment and went straight to take a quick bath.
“If you are here to tell me to stay away from your sister and how you’ll ensure I won’t have her and shit, save your words because—” Daniel started before George could say anything as soon as they returned to the ground floor.
George, however, sighed and interrupted him.
“On the contrary, Daniel. Can I trust you with my sister? Will you protect her no matter what? Can you assure me that nothing will happen to her as long as she is yours?” George asked.
Daniel didn’t say anything for a few seconds, observing George’s expression for some time.
The man who used to strongly oppose him, even visiting his sister because of that astrology thing and fearing he was a bad influence, was asking him to protect his sister?
Even when the Frost was such an enormous empire in itself?
Something was definitely going on. There was no doubt about it. Something big enough to even scare George Frost.
“I will, as long as you tell me what’s going on,” Daniel said.
George took a deep breath before he left.
Once he ensured no one was heading towards them, he told Daniel everything about how he found a man sneaking up on Elara, trying to observe her from the adjacent building.
He wasn’t sure, but he was afraid that Arnold or his family members had seen her live stream and now they were returning to torment her.
However, they weren’t going full force because they weren’t sure she was the same ET who was declared dead four years ago.
Even if she wasn’t, George knew they would try to harass Elara because Arnold was obsessed with her.
Daniel heard the entire explanation silently, lighting a cigarette in between as he made some theories in his mind.
Once George stopped, Daniel, who had been looking towards the entrance, finally looked at him.
“And do you have any leads on who exactly this Arnold guy is? The family he belongs to or anything that I can work on?” Daniel asked.
He was met with silence, and it spoke louder than words.
Something didn’t add up. If they really didn’t know anything about Arnold or his family, how come an invisible force drove the Frosts to the edge, to the point they declared their own daughter dead?
What exactly happened four years ago?
Daniel wondered.
“She was kidnapped in Italy,” George said after some time.
Daniel arched his brows.
“Kidnapped and tortured. I don’t know how it happened, but she was able to run from them. When she returned, the only name she knew and remembered was Arnold, nothing more. After that, it was living torture p>
George took the cigarette from his hand and took a deep whiff before exhaling.
“We would find tattooed men following all of us around. Someone shot at us, barely missing, but the message was clear. They needed ET back in their house. Elara started having nightmares since then. She still doesn’t talk about what exactly she suffered there, but it was traumatic enough for her even to consider suicide,” George said.
“Will you protect her?” George looked at Daniel, and the man threw the cigarette down before extinguishing it with his foot.
“That wasn’t even the question. No one can take her away from me. No, George, Logan, and definitely not this shitload, Arnold,” Daniel said before he walked to the elevator, and the man followed.
As soon as Daniel and George reached the apartment and George punched in the password, the first thing they saw was Elara stepping out of her room in her pajamas, her hair wet.
“Oh, you guys are back.” She smiled.
“Yeah, I just wanted—” George started to explain, but Daniel crossed the distance between them in large steps before holding her hand and taking her inside the room.
He closed the door with a bang, leaving George mid-sentence, who sighed.
Elara widened her eyes at the suddenness of his actions and opened her mouth to ask what this was all about when the man placed his lips on hers, pushing his tongue in her mouth immediately, kissing her with passion.
Elara, who tasted the hint of cigarette in his mouth, moaned when he pulled her so close, letting her taste his minty breath.
“You are fucking mine, Elara. No one else’s. Just mine. Just like I am fucking yours and only yours,” Daniel said before he started peppering her flushed skin with kisses, even sliding her shirt to kiss her collarbone.
“Yes,” Elara whispered when his kissing assault wasn’t stopping, and the man froze for a second.
He cupped her face and forced her to look into his eyes.
“What did you say?” He asked, wanting to hear it again.
But if he thought it was going to be so easy, he was wrong.
“I said yes. This is exactly how mad I want you for me,” Elara smirked before she stood on her tiptoes, kissed his cheek, and left the room.