Chapter 9 Raphael's love interest

(Rafael's POV)
Landon helped me put the information together, and he didn't rush off, so I knew he had something to say.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Raphael, there is an impromptu regular meeting tonight, would you like me to put it off for you?"
I nodded my head.
Landon was always reliable and had previously been much more dependable than the people my father had previously arranged. My eyes rested on my computer desktop, where the revised agreement still lay - the one I had given to Lena.
Landon gently closed the door and I looked at the clock on the wall, only ten minutes before closing time.
Leaving work on time seems to become a representative of irresponsibility. I know that employees have worked overtime for better promotion and salary increases, but since a few days ago, I have removed this rule from my code of conduct.
It was almost peaceful goodness, where all my extra work was left for the next day from a real sense, and after work, I didn't have to work myself to death, mainly because of Lena.
The regulations were actually for both of us, I would come home on time and she would have to wait for me at home.
Three years ago I already began to fantasize about such a life, stepping on the sunset afterglow, pushing open the door of the house, my beloved will have just made the meal on the table, no surprise, a few years later there will be a child or two.
The main character of this story is half me and half Lena.
All hypothetical, of course.
The past is the past, Rafael.
I still advise myself with these words, after all, all my closeness to Lena nowadays carries a different purpose.
These purposes are sometimes even forgotten by myself.
When it's time to leave work, none of this matters anymore.
I grabbed my jacket that was hanging on the shelf, put it on, and pushed the door open to walk out of the office.
Landon nodded to me, and I gave him a look back and walked out of the office under the dark eyes of the crowd.
They don't understand me I don't understand myself enough to change my habits all the time for a woman who once betrayed me.
But the pain was secondary, and when I pushed open the door and saw her figure, all those nagging thoughts went away.
I admit that I love this woman deeply, and even though she had left me, I was still willing to dig in and keep her.
Those regulations, if one day she does willingly -
"Good evening." Lena heard the voice and greeted me without looking back, standing in the kitchen, cooking alone and wearing the dress I had asked her to wear.
I should go and check my success with impatience and verify her loyalty.
But when she looked back at me, my breath had stopped slightly.
I have long appreciated how perfect Lena's body is, but the most unbearable thing for me is that she has never changed her appearance in three years.
Although she has learned to draw a strong makeup that does not suit her at all, I asked her to face me in her purest form, with those purple eyes that I could not help but sink for.
I went over and hugged her from behind.
"Good evening, my dear."
Lena's movements stopped and I reached out to help her turn off the fire, and she struggled slightly instead.
"It's not ready!" She reached out to fire again, and I took the opportunity to hold her hand and imprison her whole body.
The moment I got close to her, I couldn't keep silent anymore.
"You're very obedient, Lena, let me see if I'm being lied to again."
As I ran my hand down the hem of her skirt, the skin I touched let me know that she had indeed gone according to my words.
This pleased me, but what pleased me, even more, was her momentary misplaced breathing.
"Rafael, I'm still cooking, can't you wait a little longer for something like this?"
My arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist, and Lena's hair was still a little damp from her shower, but that didn't matter to me.
When I heard her accusation, I hooked my lips and gave a light laugh.
"You're good, Lena, and here's your reward, you don't have to cook today."
There are other costs associated with not having to cook.
But the words, I did not say out loud.
(Lena's POV)
Not wearing underwear was a weird experience, and at first, I was so uncomfortable that I even had the idea of running away again after changing into my clothes as Rafael had asked.
However, I simply stood there, quietly cooking, and as long as the movements were not large enough, the matter could be completely ignored.
Until Rafael returns.
The moment he returned, my senses were infinitely magnified. Probably only I could feel how much my voice trembled when I spoke.
Without any surprise, he reached out for a hug, and as his palm moved downward, I had understood what he meant.
I have to say very bad taste.
I spat the matter out in my mind, knowing full well that if such words were spoken and he heard them, I might suffer more than I could take.
But what surprised me most was that in just a few days, my body had become familiar with his touch.
Raphael was but the simplest of strokes, my body was already reacting very strongly, and the last of my sanity kept me from moaning out.
He rested his head on my shoulder and pressed it next to my ear, teasing my sanity with his magnetic, low voice: "Lena, if you were as honest in person as you are in your body, we would save ourselves a lot of trouble."
I now prefer that we are in bed and that I am not in the kitchen standing around waiting for him to enter because my legs are starting to get weak and I can't stand up more or less.
But he reached out and held my whole body in those strong little arms.
I realized that the hem of my skirt was lifted and my whole body was exposed to him, and finally, resignedly, I lowered my head.
He still didn't go too far with me this time, at least he ended the fracas before I passed out.
My legs began to tremble, and when I steadied my feet with the strength of the table and turned my head to look at him, he was already sitting very casually in his chair, looking at me with his eyes that had little temperature: "Clean up after yourself."
In this case, I listened the most. But I don't know why this time, I actually paid attention to the marks on the floor, and finally ran quickly into the bathroom with a red face.
When I got out, I realized that the marks on the ground were still there.
This kind of thing, of course, I do not expect him to deal with or clean up their own hands.
"Can I go to school tomorrow?" Very deliberately.
"Is your body up to it?" His words were said deliberately.
I scrubbed the floor hard and looked up at Raphael, "You're going to backtrack?"
"No, I'm just concerned about you."
"Then I'm grateful for your concern," I said this in such a shady way that he couldn't have missed it, and when I saw his eyes narrow slightly, I had to admit that I was worried about him doing something to me again.
But the result was unexpected: "You can go to school tomorrow."
I snapped my head up and looked at Raphael, "Are you serious?"
"Hmm."
Trying to get Raphael to say more is probably harder than making glass into diamonds, but of course, with his words, I can already put my mind at ease.
It wasn't until the next day that I purposely put on my favorite clothes, and with a good mood, got in his car for the first time without any resistance.
Then, he sped past my school in his car.
What? Wait! That's the school!
"Rafael, don't tell me you don't know what my school looks like."
He ignored me.
I felt anger gathering in my chest, and if I hadn't been well educated in safety, I wished I could have punched him in the face at this point.
But I didn't. Instead, I went and peeled the car door.
It is not my fault, since Raphael has lied to me twice, I must let him know the consequences of not being honest.
"Don't move!" Rafael scolded me as his car slowed down and finally pulled over to the side of the road.
"That's what you said, Rafael, let me go back to school!"
Before I could pull open the car door, he forcefully cupped my jaw and gagged me hard.
My struggles turned into whimpers, and finally, as the choking sensation washed over me, I gave up struggling.
Then Rafael let go of me, and he took my angry stare, cupping my face indifferently, "Lena, I don't like it when you play smart in front of me."
I opened my mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Did Rafael find out?
I just couldn't understand how a busy man like him could be investigating these things behind the scenes.
"You think I don't know that you've already taken enough credits? Whether you go back to school or not has long been irrelevant, and next time before you think of a reason to run away from me, you better find one that can't be easily demolished."
Rafael's tone didn't sound very angry, but he had made the warning clear.
I can't argue with that.
But once again, my heart is still stifled by the broken appointment.
I didn't want to run away, I just wanted a place where I could escape Raphael for a short while.
But this is no longer possible.
Since seeing Raphael, I have been shedding tears more often, but Raphael has not reacted to this.
My tears couldn't affect him either. After quite a long period of confrontation, I lost the battle.
"Good, very good, Rafael."
There is nothing more I can do.
"So where are you taking me?" I inquired as I wiped my tears away.
Rafael finally let go of me, "Sit down."
He started the car again and drove off in a direction I didn't know.
Although I was well prepared in my mind, I was still worried that Rafael would just sell me in a fit of pique.
The thought made me stifle my fear, and after several peeks, Rafael and I locked eyes.
In the time that followed, I stayed calm enough.
By the time we reached our destination, there was no way to think when we looked at the building with "Hill Group" on it.