Chương 38: Oh, Reader Of Minds.
Anna didn't see the sunset that day, or Mister Truce either after her little experimentation with her mind. He was always busy or not at home. She should be the one offended and not him. He read my mind for goodness' sake, and he should be around so I can give him a piece of this mind he so badly wants to know.
It was Christmas eve and Anna sat on her bed facing the window, her back to her room's door. She just watched a video of Cliff and Sasha dance-staking at Frog Pond. That's what she should be doing, and not sitting around like she's some caged bird with clipped wings. Not that she was restricted anyway; she'd rather stay put, where she knew she'd be safe, without Mister Truce. Charlotte and the other women were relived of their duties and left to be with their family. She felt worse than she did when Sam broke her heart, saying goodbye to them. They had become a new part of her life and they were going away to be part of something she didn't have. The security in the Estate was tightened, and men in dark suits and radios knocked on her door every two hours, but she felt lonelier than ever. She raised her knees to her chin and hugged herself, a tear ran down her cheek and she ignored its tingling feeling.
The moon was a waxing crescent, and the sky, a deep indigo, as Truce stepped out of his Aston Marin Valkyrie. They had concluded from TAE a month ago, but he fell into more paper work for 2025, in a bid to distract himself from Anna and her clever wiles. She knew and was mad at him. The drive gave him a boost and he thought hard about her.
Fairy lights adorned branches of bare trees, circling around them and spotlights placed strategically in between the trees, casted warm, golden lights on the thin-layered, snow-covered lawns. Charlotte always outdoes herself anytime he was around.
Distant sounds of carolers were heard on the wind, with an occasional bark of a dog and hooting of owls; as it carried the scent of woodsmoke and pine needles. The atmosphere was peaceful, but his blood was turbulent under his skin in anticipation for the night. Hairs on his skin stood and he forced his legs to carry him into the house. He would deal with the feeling once and for all.
He stepped into the foyer and sighed deeply, just before he opened the door. It took him a minute before he realized his legs were taking him to the west side of the house. He held the door knob with his left hand and was about to knock on her door. He hesitated, pausing to calm his juggling emotions. but instead, he opened the door, and froze.
A sensual music played from her phone, but his eyes were on her. Her hips swayed hypnotically, to the rhythm of the music, her arms moved fluidly, like a cat stretching in the sun, as she lost herself in the beat, her eyelids glistening with tears. She was dressed in white crop jacket and white combat, her hair cascaded down her back.
Her bare feet and toes curled on the center rug, her torso twisted and turned, and her waist dipped and rose in a sinuous motion. His breath was knocked out of him as he watched he, his presence seemingly oblivious to her. His left hand moved the door as he reacted to her body and it creaked, bringing her abruptly to a stop.
She turned back to see Mister Truce, looking intently at her, his pale blue eyes melting into hers, and she stood where she was, staring at him,
"Anna…" Truce called and she dashed into the bathroom, with truce falling in behind her. "Anna please wait," but she didn't wait. She slammed the door behind her, her tears streaming down her face. Why the hell am I even crying? She reached for wipes on the sink and brought it up to wipe her face. Frustrated, she threw it into the bin beside the white standing sink, and reached for her towel instead. Truce kept knocking on the door, his presence made her lament more and his heart broke. "Sick, twisted. Maniac. Even this towel isn't mine. He got me all dolled up and pretty. I don't even have a life of my own," she muttered under her breath as she furiously wiped her face.
Behind the door, Truce slouched against the door, his mind whirred, searching for a solution, "Anna, I'm sorry..." he began, then without warning, his knees buckled and he tipped forward and tumbled through the doorway, his body passed through the solid wood as if it were air, and flat on the ground before her.
Anna's mouth hung open as she watched the action in sheer horror. HE CAN TUMBLE THROUGH DOORS? The towel dropped from her hands, her eyes widened as Truce staggard to his feet, his hair disheveled. "That=
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