Chapter Thirty-three Estera Roberts’ POV (Ten Years Before)

"Oh my God! I have been worried sick! Thank God you are alright!"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Sophia. I had to come look for you," I said, searching her gaze, not wanting her to be angry with me.
"It's okay, darling. I should be the one apologizing for causing you to get beaten by the rain."
"Mr. Evan Sterling said to let you know he is waiting…"
"Bless his heart. He came straight to clear things with me once he saw you. I'm glad it was him that saw you and not his parents. He is more… reasonable with the laid down rules. I'm afraid I made him believe your stay here was temporary. I hope he wouldn't mention it to his parents otherwise we will both be in trouble. Well, as they say, we will cross that bridge when we get to it," she explained, sounding tired.
I wanted to tell her that he promised me not to get her fired but for some reason, I just kept that to myself.
"He is… um, nice. He loaned me his jacket, " I said with a wavering smile. A frown furrowed her eyebrows and she did as if she wanted to say something but then I sneezed and her eyes widened with worry. A shiver raked through me, making me tremble, then I sneezed again.
"Oh, dear! Let me quickly get you some hot tea!"
"No, Auntie, please go. I can take care of myself. Don't let us keep him waiting," I quickly added, sounding hoarse now.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! He has been nice so far. We don't want to overdo things," I said as I fought down another sneeze wiggling my nose. She smiled.
"I suppose lending you his jacket was a good idea," she said, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself. "Okay, I promise I will not take long and would bring treats and hot soup for you," she added and quickly leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead. I didn't move from the door until she left and I heard the sound of the car engine growing farther away. Only then did I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and felt like a deflated balloon. Emotions assailed me. My chest heaved and I relaxed my body, letting go of any control as I shut my eyes to allow his brooding eyes formed in my head. With a shaky breath, I wrapped my arms around my chest, remembering what it felt like to be held by him, feeling his pulsating arousal under my bum made my pussy throb. His scent and the feel of his body wrapped around mine felt heavenly.
If he had made an attempt to thrust his pulsating need inside me, I doubted I would have tried to stop him. That admission shocked me. I felt secure in his arms and wasn't even shy that I was naked. The way he held me… Christ! I didn't want to leave his arms. It felt so natural like I belonged to him.
With everything that had been happening for the past months, it was quite easy for me to forget I was even a female who should be having sexual urges. I have been existing, just living every day as it came, hoping one day, I would be brave enough to step out of the cocoon my parents--and now my Aunt--wrapped around me and truly experience life. And it took Evan Sterling a glance at me to make me want to lose myself and submit to him, to the wanton urges he provoked in me.
I recalled his cold gazes and abrupt withdrawal. He had made me feel protected, wanted, and rejected in a few minutes in his presence. I figured perhaps his enthralling magnetism had me all confused but then that bulge under my bum when he held me was not in my imagination. He was aroused. He was evidently as affected by me as I was by him but his withdrawal afterward might be because he was embarrassed? And his impatience for me to leave his car and get my Aunt might just be the telling gesture. Maybe he was embarrassed by his body reaction to me, someone of a lowly station. After all, my aunt was their housekeeper -- a hired help.
I swallowed and walked woodenly to the kitchen to get the first aid box. I sat on the kitchen tiles and unwound the handkerchief Evan had used to wrap it. I placed the bloodied fabric on a tissue paper not wanting it to stain the floor tiles and cleaned the wound, letting out a sigh when I saw it was deep enough to leave a scar.
I covered it with plaster and stood up to return the first aid and trash the bloodied cotton wool, but kept the handkerchief. I padded inside my room and soaked the handkerchief in cleaning agents in the adjoining bathroom before heading to bed suddenly feeling exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
I curled up on my bed forgetting I was still wearing his jacket and shut my eyes.
"I hate boy drama," I muttered to myself, only Evan Sterling was not a boy. He was every inch a man and I wanted him. I was still dwelling on all my unexpected adventures for the day when I heard a knock coming from the door. I let out a groan and hurried outside to the living room pulling the door open. A soundless gasp escaped my lips when I saw it was Evan Sterling.
“I brought some soup for you from your Aunt and had the chef pack you some crab cakes and pork wrapped in bacon. Here–-” he said, offering me a paper bag.
“Thank you,” I said in a low hoarse tone and the lovely aroma of the food filled the air. It made me feel hungry even though I had eaten some food at work before coming home.
“How is your leg?” he asked, and before I could reply he crouched down to wrap his fingers around my knee. A shiver passed through me at the feel of his hand on me. I shut my eyes and feel his fingers gently stroke my skin. My chest heaved from labored breathing.
“I cleaned it,” I replied in barely a whisper.
“You did good,” he replied and I could swear his voice sounded even huskier than usual and was very low. The two of us grew silent for about a minute -- a breathtaking minute that he slowly stroked his fingers against the skin above my knee and upper still. I found myself breathing through parted lips with my eyes still closed, wishing desperately that he continued to trail his fingers up till he could touch my aching pussy. His hands on me felt divine.