Try Begging - Chapter 100
Click.
The lock was unlocked, and the door opened. He was quite late today.
“Hi.”
Always the same, boring greeting.
“Daisy.”
However, the name is different today.
‘Daisy…?’
Bella was usually a mischievous b*tch. Sally when crushed underneath. Riddle when he treated her as an enemy. That was his own rule.
But so far, Daisy hadn’t been subject to that rule.
The man came straight towards her as she looked at him with confused eyes.
‘… He’s drunk.’
His posture was angled as if he were measuring it with a ruler as usual, but as the distance narrowed, the smell of whiskey became stronger. As he came closer to the side of the bed, she could clearly see that the focus in his eyes had relaxed.
‘Why did the man who came here to drink already come here drunk today?’
The moment she tilted her head, the man gently raised his lips. Perfectly symmetrical mouth and gentle eyes… It was a real smile that was hard to see.
He held out his hand to a dazed Grace.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“You promised to play in my room.”
“When did I make that promise?”
Instead of holding her hand, Winston lifted her up by the blanket. Instead of carrying her on his shoulders like he had done when he carried her to the bathroom, he held her in his arms like a princess. He even removed the shackles and walked out of the torture room.
Grace adjusted the blanket and squinted nervously at the surroundings.
Fortunately, no one saw her naked body, wearing only a blanket, stockings, and a dog leash. Perhaps because it was late or because he had left the soldier for a moment, like when he was taking a walk around the office, there was no one in the sparsely lit hallways and staircases.
Grace asked as they continued to climb the stairs after passing the second floor where the office was.
“Where are you going?”
“We’re going to my room.”
The man responded by asking why she was bothering to ask what he had already said and started walking down the third-floor hallway.
At this hour, he was going to the bedroom instead of the office.
“My bed is too good for you.”
He was serious about what he said on the day of her arrest, and he had never taken her to the bedroom before.
‘Oh my god, how drunk is he?’
Meanwhile, she buried her nose in the back of his neck, where his tie was neatly tied, and sniffed. A smiling breath passed over her cheek, and lips that were hotter than ever touched her forehead.
Grace, who had no intention of engaging in a tickling display of affection, immediately raised her head at him. The man put her down in front of the bedroom and opened the door before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bed.
“Why are we here? Your bed to me…”
Just when she was about to sarcastically say that it was too much for her, Grace’s eyes wavered.
“I have something I want to give you.”
At the end of her gaze, stuck diagonally in an empty teacup on the nightstand next to the bed, was a bright red candy apple.
“Do you want to hang out at my villa tomorrow?”
Only then did she realize that he was talking about a promise that had become tattered and faded from a dozen years ago.
“Instead, let’s hide in my room and play because it’ll be a pain if the adults catch us.”
“Great.”
The promise that was not kept was actually a prophecy that showed the future ten years later. As he said, this man secretly hid Grace in his room and used her as a toy.
‘What is he going to use that for?’
Grace’s expression was far from that of someone looking at a sweet dessert. Now, what he brought as a gift didn’t seem innocent.
Cherry candy, and…
“To reward me for buying you that ice cream, you should play with me today. Right? That’s our promise.”
The ice cream stick was also just a tool for that man’s vulgar pranks.
Not long after her arrest, he was at the peak of his torture. One day, he came to her during interrogation time with a bright red strawberry-flavored ice cream in his hand. It was exactly like the one he bought her that summer.
In this way, the memories of the first love became even more tainted.
“It’s dripping.”
The cold feeling was still vivid. Her body trembled and turned pale, just like that time.
What would he use the candy apples for?
She was so scared that she couldn’t bear to ask.
Winston made the dazed Grace sit on the edge of the bed and then sat at his feet. His black tie was roughly loosened and thrown into the wing chair opposite him. He unlaced his military boots, threw them off, and flopped down in the middle of the bed.
“D*mn…”
As harsh words flowed softly, she turned her head back.
He was fine until he went up the stairs, but suddenly he got drunk. The man’s thick fingertips missed the end of the pin across the collar of his shirt. He made a sullen face and stuck out his lower lip, just like she did when she was embarrassed because things weren’t going well.
“Daisy, release it.”
Release me.
This was also something she was tired of saying.
Grace asked, looking down with stunned eyes at the man who was far from the vicious Camden vampire in his actions and words.
“What if I stab you to death with that pin?”
The man’s eyes suddenly sank. Perhaps due to the drunkenness, he was unable to hide his gloomy feelings, and the man who was staring at her faintly twitched a corner of his mouth.
“A son who follows in his father’s footsteps, and a daughter who follows in her mother’s footsteps… It could be something like that.”
“….”
Despite the fact that the smile twisted without enthusiasm seemed like resignation, his thoughts were not an illusion. Grace gazed at him for a moment and stretched her hand to the nape of his neck.
‘Why is he really like this today?’
Leon Winston wasn’t the only one who was unusual today.
Grace asked questioningly as she pulled out the pin, placed it on the nightstand, and unbuttoned his shirt. What was she doing? She acted like a wife who was taking care of her husband when he returned drunk, having missed the opportunity to kill this man.
“Put it on.”
The man took off his shirt and held it out, but she frowned and avoided him.
“It smells like alcohol. The cigar smell is also terrible.”
“You’re too proud. You should consider yourself lucky that I don’t come covered in the scent of women’s perfume like the other guys.”
As he said, there was no womanly smell at all on the shirt.
“Can you say please?”
“Why did I leave my first love at home? I’m a more honest man than I look.”
Calling her Daisy wasn’t enough, he was even talking about his first love… It looked like he had poured all the whiskey from the cabaret.
“Ah, you don’t like my body scent?”
That could be the reason.
Grace furrowed her eyebrows at him. He crumpled his shirt haphazardly, threw it into a corner of the bedroom, and half-raised his body.
“Come here, Daisy.”
The man opens his arms, picking up the candy apple. What was he going to do? He pulled the resistant Grace to lie down and then did something unexpected.
“Eat.”
Just eat it?
He placed the object, which was clearly meant to be used for wild and cruel pranks, into her mouth. The next moment, he lay next to her, resting his chin and watched her bite into the apple with a nervous look.
“Good?”
Asking that, he tucked Grace’s hair behind her ear.
As she nodded her head in a dazed way, a fond smile spread across his face. It seemed like a drunk man was happy to impulsively buy his lover a trivial gift.
“Why did you buy this?”
“I thought of you.”
“Is it right to hear such words?”
“No matter what, if your heart beats, it’s right.”
He chuckled and lowered his head.
Crack.
The sugar film broke between the man’s teeth with a pleasant sound. Because his body had grown larger than when he was young, the eyes that she saw beyond the apple felt small compared to that day.
At that moment, all movement stopped.
As the breaths mingled in silence, the breathtaking heat grew.
Swish.
Without warning, the man snatched the apple from her hand and threw it across the room. He immediately pulled the back of Grace’s hair before their lips collided roughly. As two lips covered in sugar syrup were pressed together, the sound of skin sticking together and parting became more explicit.
How could the sound of a kiss be this sticky? The tips of Grace’s ears became hot.
‘…Get a hold of yourself.’
She had difficulty calming her pounding heart and holding on to her reason. She didn’t want to take the chance to kill, so she couldn’t miss the chance to escape.
When she met Winston’s eyes as she kissed his lips, she turned to the door behind her. He obviously just closed it when he came in, and he didn’t lock it with a key. He didn’t even bring handcuffs or shackles. The soldiers were probably vacating the annex or sleeping in the rooms on the first floor.
All she had to do was scale the wall again.
Grace gently closed her eyes and tilted her head. His thick tongue penetrated through her slightly opened teeth.
‘I’m pretty sure this time.’
The man was so drunk that he couldn’t even pull out a pin, crumpling the clothes he always neatly folds. He would probably fall asleep from exhaustion after just once.
In the meantime, Grace decided to run away.
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