Page 7 of Stolen

“Wow. You look marvelous,” Chance greeted her, his breath momentarily taken away.

“Thank you,” Blossom smiled. Chance took her hand and led her into his large foyer.

“May I take you on a tour?”

“You may.” Chance took her all about the house, showing her every grand room, describing every painting he had on the wall.

“Dinner is ready Mr. Lore,” the butler came up to them, dressed in a tux.

“Ah. Let us go to the dining room,” Chance encouraged. He kept hold of her hand and led her back down the grand staircase.

The dining room was large and decorated with exquisite taste. Sitting at the end of the long table made her feel as if she was in some Victorian wealthy movie where the queen sat across her king at their obnoxiously long table.

Blossom tried to appear relaxed through dinner, but her mind ran rampant about thoughts of what would happen once dinner was over and done with. Should she just come out and admit she was ready to take the next step? Or should she wait and let him seduce her? This was where Blossom faltered. She didn’t know what she wanted, or who she was. Did she like control? Did she like to be submissive? Did she like for it to be equally give and take? In her past, she had done all of those things and still, all of them failed. It’s why she’d completely given up with sex period. But now here she was with a man who probably knew exactly what he was going to do, and Blossom was stuck.

“Blossom. Are you as curious as I am?” he asked, as their plates were taken away by his butlers.

“Curious about what?”

“I think you know what,” he winked. Standing, he kept his sensual smile on her as he approached her. Taking her hand and leading her to stand, it was made clear that he was making the move first. And he continued to lead her for the entire night.

11:38PM. Blossom wasn’t sure how long they had been in his master bedroom, but after some time, her eyes had finally found the digital clock resting on his night stand. Tangled in his bedsheets, they were stripped down to their underwear. As he touched her, Blossom looked down at her body. His hands were smooth, and they caressed her skin softly but it just wasn’t right. The remnants of his touch were slowly slipping away, her skin quickly erasing the touch from its memory. His words were always smooth, his actions always sweet, but his touch…his touch didn’t scorch her skin and embed itself deep into her body like she hoped it would. It was fleeting and too soft. The curiosity and the thirst for passion was slowly beginning to fade. The feel of his hands on her body, and the feel of his lips against her skin wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t right. This wasn’t the way she wanted to experience lovemaking after waiting so long.

“Are you alright?” Chance asked her, sensing something was off.

“I guess-I guess I’m just not ready for this as much as I thought I was,” Blossom admitted. Chance smiled at her. She was relieved that he hadn’t taken offense.

“I completely understand Blossom. It makes sense. And don’t worry. I don’t mind waiting for treasure,” he said.

“I—I think I better head home,” Blossom said, sitting up. Chance gazed at her, his smile faltering for a moment. Blossom glared at him, sensing the change within him. Something was off.

“Can I show you something?” he asked her.

“Su—sure,” Blossom stumbled.

“Let’s get dressed. I have a robe you can toss on quickly.” He left the bed to retrieve the robe. Blossom didn’t argue or object as he handed her the white silk robe. She simply climbed out of the bed and donned the robe. Once she was dressed, he opened the bedroom door and motioned for her to follow him. Blossom tried to keep her cool as she followed him down the long hall. They had walked through the hall before when he gave her the tour but he hadn’t shown her any other room in the hall besides his master bedroom.

At the last door in the hall, he finally stopped and opened the door. He stood to the side and motioned inside as if he wanted her to see the room before he entered. Curiosity killing her, Blossom peered into the bedroom. A cold sweat pebbled her back.

“I—I don’t understand,” Blossom whispered. She felt Chance come up behind her.

“Well, you were saying you should get home, but I’m showing you that you’re already home.” Blossom blinked rapidly as if she was just hallucinating. The room he was showing her was the exact replica of her own bedroom in her own house. The furniture, the bed, the sheets, the curtains, the vanity. It was the same. She remembered the day when she invited Chance to her home and showed him around. Was that the moment he had remembered every piece of furniture?

“Inside the closet you’ll find new sets of clothes that match your style. I think you’ll like it,” he continued. Blossom shook her head.

“Cha—Chance, I cannot just live here like this,” she gasped, realizing that he wanted her to move into his home.

“This is just temporary. To make you feel comfortable Blossom. But soon you will be sharing my bedroom with me. But you’re the lady of the mansion now. The butlers and maids and even my security will all answer to you now,” he said.

“No. This—this isn’t right. Now, I am going home. For real this time,”

“Don’t you see Blossom?” he questioned. Blossom turned sharply and looked at him. The charming smile she saw such innocence in had become a sinister smile.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he stated. The bottom of Blossom’s stomach bottomed out. What had she just walked into?