Arthurâs idea of giving me time to think is not leaving my side for the entire week. Heâs been bringing me to his home where we remain in bed for hours. I can see it in his eyes; the fear that I will run away again. That the scenario from three years ago would repeat.
Even if I wanted to leave, I canât. My father needs me. Which brings me to those blind dates. I canât even pretend to do them anymore. Arthur ruined me for any other man years ago. I wonât start considering them now.
My gaze drifts to his side profile. He interlinks my fingers in his as we take a walk in the back garden of his familyâs estate. The scent of freshly cut grass and exotic flowers, blooming in the distance, surrounds us. Weâre approaching the entrance of the Eastern Wing where he resides. A black jaguar statue rests at the base of a knight statue. Its jewelled dark eyes resemble Arthurâs. His family owns real jaguars locked at the far end of this vast estate. Theyâre a family heirloom and the reason his ancestors earned the title hundreds of centuries ago.
The Rhodesâ title is only the beginning of what they are. Power and old money runs in their blood. They rule the noble community â in which my father is only a small fish.
Each generationâs leader grows the Rhodes family legacy. Itâs like suppressing the previous generations is a competition of power that every duke has to undergo. Arthur will be the worst at that. Heâs so utterly competitive that even his own father doesnât get a pass. Thatâs how the current duke raised his son.
Calculative. Cold. Comtemplative.
In short: heâs The Devil in a suit.
At least to the outside world.
Arthurâs thumb caresses the back of my hand as he tells me about his day at work. These details, work life and the struggles, were always a secret before. But ever since that night at the hotel, Arthurâs been opening up as best as he could. He wants me close, and he figured out that the best way to keep me by his side is to divulge everything.
He figured right.
I always wanted to be closer to him than anyone. The closest. Heâs finally making my wish come true.
My eyes roam over the white shirt stretching over his well-defined muscles. Dark blue trousers put his height to perfection. Heâs just so beautiful and irresistible. Always has been.
After the time we spent together, the idea of leaving is dimming to nearly impossible.
âEva,â he rasps, dark eyes gleaming as they rake over me. The way he calls my name always has my knickers in a bunch.
âHmm?â
âHave you been listening?â
âOf course.â Unless being distracted by his presence counts.
âNo, you werenât.â His lips lift in a half smile. âI was saying that Iâm investing in your fatherâs company.â
I come to a screeching halt in front of a pine treeâs shadow. âHow did you know about my fatherâs company?â
âHeâs a family friend.â
I release my hand from his, shame gnawing at my insides. âI donât need your charity, Arthur.â
âWho said anything about a charity?â His brows furrow, and he clasps my hand in his again as if heâs pissed off I let him go. âIâm a businessman, and your fatherâs company would be useful for one of our subsidiaries.â
âYou mean to tell me you wouldâve invested even if I werenât involved?â
His expression remains sincere. âOf course.â
âReally?â
âYes.â A dark shadow falls on his face. âBesides, you wonât have to go on those blind dates again.â
âOh, there it is.â I roll my eyes. âThe real reason behind all this.â
âWhat did you expect?â His tone hardens. âDo you want me to see you with other men? Iâve already watched from afar all these years, Eva. I canât do it again.â
âY-you watched me?â
âI had a few guards watching over your safety.â He says it as if itâs a given. âI gave you the space you needed, but I couldnât let you go.â
âYou⦠never thought about talking to me?â
âA million times.â He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. âBut you needed the space, so I stayed away.â
I stare into those eyes that never left me once. They visited in my daydreams, my dreams, and even in my nightmares. âWhat if I still need space?â
His hand drops from my face, and I mourn the loss. A line forms between his eyebrows. âI would give it to you, but I canât wait anymore.â
His words are clear. If I run away again, everything will end.
I mull Arthurâs words over as I get ready for the banquet that will take place in Roseâs house. Now that my fatherâs company and his health arenât in danger, I have no reason to stay. I can return to Manhattan and resume my monotonous life.
Perhaps thatâs one of the reasons Arthur decided to invest in the first place. He didnât want me to stay because I was forced to, but because I wanted to.
As I fix my makeup, I think about my life in New York. The buzz, the endless movement, and the humming energy. It helped me to focus on work and to stop thinking about myself or the life I left behind. However, when I went back to my lonely flat at night, all I could think about while drinking a glass of wine was those dark eyes coming for me.
Deep down, I wanted Arthur to chase me, to hug me, take me back, and tell me Iâm not leaving his side again. It hurt that he never came.
He was watching, though. He was there the entire time, and I never noticed.
Instead of the sleepless life in Manhattan, all that comes to mind is the peacefulness in the Rhodesâ estate. The strolls Arthur and I take while talking about everything and anything. I want that. The simplicity. The quiet. The happiness.
His mother and sister donât like me, though, so I donât have flowery dreams that everything will be peaceful.
Ariel, his sister, is messed up and always threatened me to stay away from Arthur because, according to her, Iâm ruining him. She said all that with a jaguar on her toll and a shotgun on her shoulder â sheâs that type of crazy. Arthur never let her get to me, but even if he werenât involved, Ariel doesnât scare me.
Maybe she should. Sheâs a huntress and extremely antisocial, and always has this murderous look on her petite dark features. But I have Arthur, I wonât let her or her snobbish mother tell me what to do.
Besides, Arthurâs father and Alexander are good to me, so Iâm sure it will go well.
Sometimes, I wonder if things will change when his father passes away and he will take the reins of the family. But I donât think about that. As long as Iâm there for him, Iâm sure all his demons will eventually vanish.
Arthur was right. Iâve seen the darkness and the ugliness. I witnessed how his anger shouldnât be reckoned with and how harsh he can be when ruling his business or his family. But I also saw how a single touch from my hand made him melt in my embrace like a child.
Even when he used to push me away, he only found solace in my arms. And now, heâs opening up like never before.
I look into the mirror and smile so wide, my cheeks hurt.
Perhaps Iâm done running after all.