Elijah carter pov

I didn’t want to waste more time talking to her. I had too many things to do. But to be honest, I just wanted to be away from her as much as I could… her affection was so influential, and I was afraid that I might not be able to resist anymore.

I left her in her room. I glanced off my shoulders to see the broad smile that didn’t leave her gorgeous beautiful face. Was the girl thrilled? Not sure if she was happy because she found a house and room and job or something else.

But what I was sure of that I was happy myself, couldn’t deny she lightened something dark in my life. As if the sun rose once she stepped inside my palace.

I walked to my office, finishing some stuff and a critical closed meeting with my second-right hand and my Loyal and trusted friend. Jack was the only one I trusted in my life. He made me, and he never betrayed me.

Once I signed this last paper, I handed it to Jack, who was looking at me dumbfounded, “what’s wrong with you, jack?”

He smiled, “what's wrong with you, king?”

I chuckled, “what? Nothing wrong with me?”

He handed the papers to another employee, and gestured to him to close the door behind him, then he stared at me, “Elijah carter! Do you know who you are?”

I narrowed my eyes and left the pen from my hand, “what do you mean? Yes, I’m senator Elijah carter.”

He shook his head and stood up and came close to me. He leaned and whispered, reminding me, “no, you are the king! You rule the country and most of the other parts of the world. You’re fearless, heartless, and successful. So, tell me, why did you bring this girl here?”

I knew from his words what he really wanted to say.

I sighed, and shook my head in disbelief “I don’t know. Do you think I should let her go?”

He patted my shoulder and placed a friendly kiss on my forehead, “no, I think it's a good idea. She’s innocent.”

She’s innocent, and that was the problem.

I muttered slowly, agreeing, “she is.”

I stood up and patted his schedulers, “now, go and finish what we have talked about. I really need a break for a week from everything. I’ve been working hard for months to win the elections. I guess I deserve some rest now.”

He grinned devilishly, “sure. I know what you mean. Mr. Elijah. Enjoy, I will come back later.”

I pushed him gently out of my office, “get out now.”

Celine was by the door of my office, and she startled when I opened the door, “what are you doing here, Celine?”

She said, smiling, “waiting for you. I finished cooking the best meal ever. And I cleaned all the stairs. And I prepared your bathtub too in case you wanted to take a shower.”

I raised my brow. I was amazed. She was fast and hard working. The girl didn’t’ lie when she refused to take one million dollars and instead asked me for a job. She meant it.

Damn! I might need to put some rules for her, so I need to work harder to make her hate here.

I rubbed my chin and said firmly, “first thing, never ever come to my office. Is that clear?”

She nodded, obeying, “yes, sir.”

The way she pouted her lips and smiled was incredibly adorable. I just wanted to take her lips in my fingers and kiss her.

Damn! Back off demons!

I coughed, straightening my back, and “follow me to the dining room.”

I marched directly to the dining room, but I didn’t see any kind of food or plates served, I twirl my body slowly asking her confused, “where’s the—”

I didn’t even see an apple! Or water bottles! Nothing.

She grinned and bowed her head, “sir, it’s in the garden.” She carefully clapped her hands. What the hell! A garden? I can eat in a torture room, in a basement in a dark night club but not in a garden surrounded by colorful flowers! That’s not me simply.

And what really bothered me, that she was truly and heartily so fucking happy as if she was in a picnic!

She was standing in front of a murderer for god’s sake. I doubt she had mental issues!

Or maybe she was into criminals?

I snapped to my thoughts and wanted my inner senses to wake up. She was still a girl — An inexperienced virgin girl.

“I don’t eat in the garden ever. Go get my food here now.” I said bitterly, commanding her not even giving her eyes a small glance as if I was mad at her.

Yeah, I was so fucking angry and made because of her over-dose cuteness!

She made a puppy face and intertwined her fingers together in a begging way, “please. You have the best adorable garden ever. Please.”

I blinked rapidly, dropping my jaw not able to take my eyes off her face. Not able to let her down.

Fuck me! I should kick her out, or I might soon do bad things to her and ruin her innocence and fall for her!

No, I might kill her coldly! Because I was a monster.

I came back from my thoughts again when she dragged me, “come with me, please. You will love it. It’s a nice view.”

I walked with her more like surrendering,

Until we reached my garden, which was nothing except a big grave, Yup, everyone I killed, buried in one of these spots and then planted a huge tree over his grave.

That was so ill and dramatic, I knew. I couldn’t freak her out and tell her the truth, or she might not ever walk in this garden.

But that was an ugly fact about this garden. She didn’t even know or hear the ghosts at night Weird sounds-and-noises. That's why most of the servants in my house were nothing but killers too. Most of them were professional killers — Even the female maids.

I sat my ass to the chair, she enchanted, “ta-da. What do you think?” she motioned to the food dishes giggling lightly.

I was stunned and impressed, to be honest, I thought she had no idea how to cook. But I guess living in an orphanage was a good point. They helped her to be a housewife and knew how the woman could satisfy her man's stomach.

Wife! Housewife? Damn, come back to your senses, Elijah! You cannot ever put her in this category in your life. She’s untouchable and red-line when it comes to her. She was nothing but a baby -girl.

Another wanting to myself. Internally I felt like struggling in my battle between my heart and my brain in an unrequited war.

I took a slice of the pizza and chewed it slowly, and it was yummy!

She leaned to my face and asked me instantly, “tell me, do you like it?”

I wanted to scream and tell her it was the best. But now the asshole inside me controlled my tongue, “it’s okay. Not bad.”

She pouted, “really, then taste this steak.” Then she cut a piece with the knife and shoved the fork in the piece pushing it to my mouth. I tried to take it from her hand, damn! She was feeding me like a baby!

But she pushed the piece of steak inside my mouth, waiting for my comment. I couldn’t lie anymore. I wanted to spit it and fake that I didn’t like it. But just couldn’t afford to see her crying or something.

I shook my head, “okay. It’s good. Now go and do something or sleep.”

She jumped happily, “thank you.”

Then she continued, “but I should wait until you finish. What if you need anything?”

I furrowed my brows, “Celine just go to your room now. I don’t need you around.”

She dragged her feet back, disappointed, and walked away silently.

I finished eating and checked some of my emails too. The view was good; honestly, I missed being around flowers and trees. I couldn’t even remember when was the last time I laughed or smiled. The girl made me feel alive once more.

My cell phone rang, it was a call from my younger brother ‘Sebastian’ he was my half-brother from my dad. But he was the good guy in the family. He knew nothing about my dark work.

I grabbed my cell phone and picked up, “yes, Sebastian. How’re you, brother?”

He replied, “I’m coming this weekend. I’ve missed you so much. How’s your health and your life and the business?

I am looking forward to helping you with managing some of my dad’s companies.”

He asked me before to do it. But I had sent him abroad to finish his master's and then come back to manage a company. I didn’t like this idea because I didn’t’ want to engage him in any of my dirty business. But I guess it was the time to be fair with him.

My father left everything for me and changed his last will to write all his money and companies by name. Yes, I made another empire—my one. But still, it was not fair to my younger brother to get nothing.

He was a good guy, after all. He loved me even so his evil mother hated me much. But I paid for his fee tuitions and sent him money whenever he wanted.

He was the only left for me from my family. I cared about him. I guess he cared about me too. He wanted to become a successful business, just like me. Yes, he loved me more than my father. But he never complained about that last will of our father. He was not greedy like his mother.

But still, Sebastian has rights, and I heartily want to give him what he wants.

“yes, brother. I will be waiting for you. Take care of yourself. Come safe.” I said to him, and I hung up.

I stood up after wiping my mouth. I wanted to go back to my office and check a few things. I wanted to sleep early tonight.

But once I opened the door of my office, I was shocked to see Celine there cleaning and sorting out my documents and the files on my mahogany desk. I shouted out, “what the hell are you doing here? Did I say don't ever step inside this office?”

She trembled, stammered, “I- I didn’t mean too. I wanted to surprise you by cleaning and —”

And It was my chance to take advantage of her, I stomped towards her and grabbed her arm roughly dragging her out of the palace, “I made a mistake by letting you stay here I should've killed you too.” I gritted my teeth, showing her how angry I was. Maybe I wanted to remind her not to trust a killer like me with no heart.

I had no idea why she was still there, honestly? I was a fucking shit person!

“Please, listen to me. I didn’t mean anything. Please.'' But her begs didn’t help me to listen.

I closed all my senses and controlled myself. I dragged her out of place and pushed her out of the gates, “don’t ever try to come here.” I warned her firmly. Then I pulled my credit card and threw it to her, “take it and leave. I don’t want to see you again.”

And the tears welled in her adorable eyes, and she was barely breathing. But now I couldn’t stand in front of her anymore, or I might change my mind and let her in.

I commanded my men to close the gates and walked away, ignoring all her attempts and her pleadings to hear her.

She didn’t know that I did IT on purpose. I wasn’t scared of her to tell the government or the police officers about me. No one would listen to someone like her besides most of them working for me already.

I walked back to my office and opened the cams. To only check if she had left or not.

But she didn’t move an inch. She only sat on the pavement out of the gate, crying like it was her last day in the world. She was sobbing like a baby wiping her tears with her clothes. She didn’t take the credit card or even look at the card ever.

After a couple of hours, I checked my wristwatch only to see that she was still there.

My heart softened significantly when the rain started pouring. I realized there’s a storm coming. Something in my heart moved as if she left and took my heart with her.

I couldn’t say it was love or something. But for sure, I was scared to hell to lose her.

To fall for her.

She was an angel, and that was clear to everyone. Even my right-hand jack encouraged me to let her stay. Even the maids and the servants and the guards didn’t protest for letting her live among us.

I guess everyone was happy to see her around. Even so, she didn’t stay for more than six hours.

I sighed desperately to think wisely. My heart won the battle again. I stood up and stalked out to the palace gates, hoping that she might have left.

But no, she was still there. Her clothes were soaked, and she was shivering like a cat on a dark rainy night.

I snapped my fingers to my guards to open the gates. And coughed, trying to talk in a serious tone, “Celine.”

But she didn’t hear me. I bowled her name a couple of times to only realize that the poor girl's fragile body couldn’t face this bad weather.

She turned her head slowly to me, and suddenly she fainted. She was losing consciousness.

I immediately knelt down to carry her between my arms, hurriedly I walked inside, taking her back to my room.

I cemented there, not knowing what I should do. I really wanted to ask the maids to help me in taking off her clothes.

But at the same time, it was my mistake. I need to make sure that she’s okay.

It was my mistake, and I had to take care of her.

I tried to wake her up. But she was shivering and mumbling with closed eyes as if she was in the middle of a nightmare, “please don’t kick me. Please, I'm alone. Please, I don’t have anyone.”

I guess her subconscious was working at this time.

I immediately took the towel and started drying her body, slowly taking each piece of her clothes until she was naked in front of me.

Her body was outstanding, perfect, flawless. But that didn’t make my cock arouse. It wasn’t the right time for that. My morals started to flash up as if it was buried and suddenly got up.

I searched for one of my pajamas, and I wanted to warm her body as much as possible. She was still unaware of her surroundings.

Her body was shivering as if she was shocked by electricity or thunder.

I pulled her to my chest, rubbing her arms and her back, trying my best to warm her as if I was bear and warming my baby or my female with my fur.

I kept watching her, almost cuddling her. Until she finally opened her eyes, slowly muttered, “What happened?”

It was still night. I finally learned to her forehead and placed a soft kiss. Making sure she snuggles to my chest more, and I covered our bodies with a blanket, “sleep. Just sleep for now.”

She did. I guess she wasn’t aware.

We both fell asleep comfortably, no more nightmares.

But I woke up on her poking my cheeks and smiling, and I squeezed my eyes, “oh, you’re awake. How do you feel now?”

She smiled, “thank you. Do you know that you have cute dimples?”

I chuckled, “okay.”

She continued, “I thought you abandoned me awfully there. I guess you’re not a monster after all.” she said, simply shrugging and rolling her body out of bed.

I pulled her arms and grimaced, “I’m a monster. I took off your clothes and —”

She cut me off and said in confidence, “but you're a liar.”

I raised my brow, “what?”

She nodded and pulled her hand away from me, “you didn’t touch me. You’re too generous, and I’m so thankful for you. Thank you for forgiving me for my mistake. Can I get back to work now?”

I blinked shocked, how could she trust someone like me.

“Okay, you can go,” I said, turning my head away.

I faked a yawn, “I need to sleep now.”

She patted my hair, as if I was her son, “okay. Go back to sleep. I will go prepare breakfast for you.”

“no. Just eats. You’re so weak.”

I said and shooed her by my hand to get out.

I couldn’t sleep at all! The affection of her body closes to mine made me burn in heat, and the carvings for her fucked up my brain.

After a few failed attempts to sleep, I decided to take a shower. To only get out and find a tray filled with jam and butter and toast and fresh fruits on my bed. And a small note [sir. Please eat well.]

Sure, it was Celine! No one would dare to walk in and put a tray in my room. They knew I hated that intimate, kinky stuff.

But surprisingly, I finished my breakfast. I was smiling like a kid who had found his lost mother.

I stood checking myself in my mirror, scolding myself and reminding myself, “Elijah! You’re a killer and a monster. Wake up.”

I sighed, I used to do this every fucking morning, but this time it didn’t work at all. Maybe because I didn’t feel like a monster.

Thanks to her. She turned my life upside down in a few hours! In less than twenty hours.

I wore a casual black shirt and jeans. And called Jack's right hand’ while I was walking downstairs, I told him to come back early. “Hey, Jack, where are you?”

He replied, “I am coming. But don’t forget about the party tonight. I told the servants and the chefs to prepare everything already. We need to pay some bribes for the ministers.”

“oh, okay. I almost forgot. Kay doesn’t be late.” and I hung up.

The government recently made a few modifications and consignments. They replaced some of our loyal ministers with new ones. So, I had to buy their conscience early and let them know what I could do if they disobeyed me in any way.

I passed by my office. I checked there. I checked by my eyes to see the servants but no sign for Celine.

I thought she had left.

For the first time in my life, I walked to the kitchen to check on her. “where’s Celine?”

They looked at each other and said in unison, “we don’t know. She was here a few minutes ago.”

I rubbed my chin, gestured to them to continue what they were doing, and then walked checking on her everywhere. I was only curious. She wasn't in the playground… oh yeah, I had a basketball and soccer playground. I passed by the backyard and the outdoor pool, but she wasn’t there.

I passed by the front garden, but I didn’t find her either.

I shouted to my guards, “Where's Celine?”

They didn’t seem like knowing where she was. Which means she didn’t leave the palace.

I walked inside again, climbing the stairs intending to check on every room. But I found her in her room. I barged inside to see her sitting by one of the corners and sinking her head to her knees, crying.

I coughed, “Celine. Could you tell me now why you are crying?”

She raised her head slowly, sobbing out, “I hate parties. The day the orphanage made a party for me, they kicked me to the streets.”

I stepped closer, stretching my arms out to her, “so, you didn’t attend any other party?”

Sure not! She was an orphan, what an awkward question.

She shook her head, “no.”

I smiled, “don’t worry. I am not going to kick you out. But it's a very important party. Do you want to join me?” I asked her nicely even, so she was working as a maid, but I wanted to make an exception.

I didn’t see her as a maid at all. I only chose this job to make her feel tired and leave.

But since she had no intention to leave, I had to treat her probably even for a few days before letting her go.

I must let her go. Right?

“really? Me? But I am a servant, and I don’t have clothes. And—”

I leaned closer and tilted her head by my fingers, “don’t worry. I will prepare for everything. I want you to come. As a guest, not as a servant.”

She smiled, confused a bit.

More like freaked out. But I need to see her smiling, not crying anymore.

I patted her shoulder, “just stay here. Take a shower. I will send one of the maids with a nice dress and high heels.”

She gasped, “oh my god! For me?”

I nodded and waved to her, then walked out. It wasn’t hard to call some famous designers in the country to get me a lovely dress with high heels.

I told one of them on the phone about her size. Yes, I saw her body naked. It wasn’t hard for me to know her size.

And everything was done in a few hours.

Everything was prepared at dinner time. Guests arrived. The party was in the pool. The only thing that was missing — was her.

I wore my tuxedo Armani suit and walked to Celine’s room to check on her. And on whether the dress fits her or not.

But jack, my right hand stopped me by the door, “no, go to your guests now. I will walk her to the party.”

“why?” I asked in curiosity.

He smirked devilishly, “just do it.”

I shrugged, “okay.”

For thirty minutes, I talked with that and this. I was busy talking about everything and the new projects I intended to do for the country.

The time passed fast, I was busy, so I didn’t notice her coming. I only heard nothing but silence and whistles and gasps.

I turned my eyes to see the gorgeous, breathtaking girl ever! In her golden dress, with a long tail showing less of her body but tight showing her perfect curves. Her hair reached her back. Her face was like the sun. I couldn't take my eyes off her. With every step with her heels, my heart skipped a beat like she was walking over my chest.

Her dazzling smile took my breath away. As if her eyes were a magnet, I walked directly towards her.

One of the businesswomen blocked my path and placed her hands to my chest, asking me seductively,” let’s open the dancing floor.”

I jerked her hands away, “sorry. I do have someone.”

She twirled her head, “who is she?”

And without thinking twice, my tongue slipped those words while I was taking Celine hands in mine, “she’s my fiancé.”

Yes, I would never let her go. She’s’ mine.