Chương 14: CHAPTER 14: UNSETTLING EMOTIONS
LINCOLN
I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered long after the incident. Someone had drugged me, and I still couldn't remember what happened that night. Eliza had been there for me, bringing me home and taking care of me. I was grateful, but I couldn't help feeling vulnerable.
As I sat at my desk, trying to focus on work, my mind kept wandering back to that night. I remembered meeting my father, going to the club, and then...nothing. It was as if my memory had been erased.
But fragments of the night kept resurfacing. I remembered Eliza's concerned face, her gentle touch as she helped me into bed. I remembered the way she stroked my hair, trying to comfort me.
I felt a surge of gratitude towards her. She had been there for me when I needed her most. But alongside the gratitude, a nagging sense of unease lingered. Who had drugged me? And why?
I knew I needed to investigate further, to get to the bottom of what had happened. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
As I went through all these thoughts, I couldn't help but think of Eliza. She had been acting strange lately, distant. There was nothing I could think of that could have made her start acting in such way.
I made a mental note to talk to her, to properly ask her if everything was really okay. I was done for the day and had decided to leave the office. I came out and saw Eliza at her corner, she was packing her bag but somehow I could see that she was lost in thought.
I felt a pang of concern. I felt the urge to know what was wrong with her. And why did I feel so drawn to her, so protective of her?
I pushed the thoughts aside and asked her if she was okay. Her reply was plain and sharply, like she didn't want me asking her that.
On getting to the house, I was too tired to pay any attention to anybody so I walked straight to my room. I went to the desk at the corner of the room and dropped my wrist watch.
Every little thought I was having, Eliza managed to get in to my head. Even when I thought of work, she was still partially in my head; making me think of her more often. I saw her face when I closed my eyes too.
I sighed for the umpteenth time and made my way to the bathroom to have a cold shower.
As I stood under the cold shower, I couldn't help but think of Eliza's face, her concerned expression etched in my mind. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but it wasn't just the cold water that caused it. It was the realization that I cared a lot about her.
I tried to shake off the thought, telling myself it was ridiculous. But the image of her gentle touch, her soft hair, lingered in my mind.
As I stepped out of the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes looked tired, my expression troubled. I knew I needed to get a grip on my emotions, to focus on finding out who had drugged me and why.
But as I dried myself off, my mind kept wandering back to Eliza. I wondered what she was doing right now, if she was okay.
ELIZA
It was almost time for dinner and I found myself pondering on what to reply to Eric's text. He's been texting since last night - asking what he has missed the whole time we have been away. It felt awkward since we have not been in contact for a long time so my replies were mostly short.
Maggie had taken the effort of coming to my room to let me know dinner was ready, I followed her downstairs and met Lincoln already seated across the table.
I took my seat and didn't waste any time in devouring my meal. For some weird pregnancy reason, I felt really hungry. Thankfully the chef was a great cook, the food was very savory.
As I ate, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lincoln, who was lost in thought, his eyes fixed on his plate. I wondered what was bothering him, if it was still the incident at the club or something else entirely.
Maggie tried to make small talk, but the atmosphere was tense, and I could sense the unease between us. I finished my meal quickly, excusing myself to go back to my room.
As I walked upstairs, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I needed some time alone to process my thoughts, to figure out what to do about Eric's texts and Lincoln's increasingly disturbing behavior.
I sat down on my bed, taking a deep breath, and began to type out a response to Eric. But my mind kept wandering back to Lincoln, to the way he looked at me, to the way I felt when he was near.
I sighed, frustration written all over my face. Why was this happening now? Of all times for Eric to text me, it had to be now.
Just as I was about to give up on responding to Eric, I heard a knock on the door. It was Lincoln.
"Eliza, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
My heart skipped a beat as I nodded, wondering what he wanted to talk about. Was it about the incident? If it was about it, then I already told him, he didn't owe me anything.
I watched him walk gently in the room and came to the bed, he sat beside me and for some seconds neither of us said nothing.
I turned to look at him, his eyes peering into mine.
"Liza" he mumbled.
"Yeah?"
I noticed his eyes was no longer on my eyes, but now on my lips. His stare came back to my eyes and dropped at my lips again.
Slowly and steadily, he drew closer and gently brushed his lips against mine.
I felt a jolt of electricity as our lips touched, a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore. It was like the entire world had come to a standstill, leaving only the two of us, lost in this moment.
I didn't pull away, couldn't pull away. I was frozen in place, my heart racing with excitement.
Lincoln's lips were soft and gentle, his kiss hesitant at first, but growing more confident with each passing moment.
I felt myself melting into his touch, my body responding to his in ways I couldn't control.
It was like I had been waiting for this moment forever, like I had been waiting for him forever. I missed this. I missed the feeling of having him at my finger tips.
As we broke apart for air, I saw the confusion in his eyes, the uncertainty.
"Eliza, I..." he began, his voice trailing off.
"Don't stop" I told him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I won't," he promised.
And with that, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
His hands moved to my waist and he drew me a little closer to him. From my waist, I hadn't noticed when he slid into my blouse and was now caressing my boobs.
He was very patient and much more passionate than he had ever being. I loved this gentle side of him, but somehow I found myself wanting that rough side of his. I wanted more of this; a little more aggressive.
As we kissed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of surrender. It was like I had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, I didn't want it to end. Lincoln's hands were gentle on my skin, but I could sense a hunger in him, a desire to consume me whole. I wanted that too.
I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, and he took the hint. His kisses grew more intense, more passionate, and I felt myself melting into his touch.
His hands moved from my waist to my thighs, pulling me closer to him, and I felt a rush of excitement. I felt like I was losing myself in someone else; in him.
As we broke apart for air, Lincoln's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a fire burning in them. He wanted me, and I knew it. I wanted him just as much.
"Eliza," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want you."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lincoln's eyes flashed with excitement, and he pulled me back into his arms. This time, his kiss was more intense, more passionate. I felt like I was drowning in his touch, and I didn't want to be saved.
He moved his mouth from my lips to my neck, peppering me with soft hot kisses. He knew where my weak spot was, and I found myself moaning softly. I felt his hands move under my blouse, caressing my skin, and I knew I was lost. I was lost in this moment, lost in him.
And I didn't want to be found.
He ran his fingers through my thighs and in between them. I found myself spreading my legs a little wider, giving him enough room. Soon I felt his finger in me, then two fingers and multiple constant strokes.
"L....linc..." I moaned quietly. Cold shivers ran down my spine.
"I love you Liza" I thought I heard him groan.
What?
Never in all the times of us making out, had he ever acknowledged any feelings for me. It was purely to fulfill his pleasure, and he made it clear all the time.
Now why did he say this? Was he trying to confuse me.
"You're so hot Liza" he added. I doubt he realizes what he had said earlier.
He kept stroking his fingers in me, my back arched enjoying every feeling and sensation I was having.
Then I suddenly remembered Eric's text which I hadn't replied to.
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