Chapter 39/186: Once-in-a-Blue-Moon(s)

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I shuddered as his fingers went beneath the shirt, and were some centimeters away from my panties and that... area

Upon my shudder, the man before me seemed to stiffen slightly, as a blink escaped him. For a second, it was as though he didn't realize how his body was acting on its own. 

He took a step back, and moved into the room again, as I eyed him breathlessly. My heart was still beating fast like a psycho, and I could feel every inch of my thigh flushed under the effect of his touch.

His expression remained unfazed, as he headed to the left side of the room, to the corner where a long bar-like table was placed next to the couch and some feet away from the bed. 

I just eyed him in confusion silently. 

What... what was this weird last task he suddenly wanted of... me?

He reached the table with confident and strong steps. There, lied a white silky blanket that seemed to be hiding some object beneath it. The object seemed relatively huge. He removed the blanket, slowly yet eagerly from above what it was hiding. 

I gasped. This...

It was all brown, carved with delicate and exquisite classical curves and shapes. The sound horn was a golden hibiscus flower desiring sunrays and sol keys.

A gramophone.

A very vintage and aesthetic one...

Beside it, rested a range of round records and discs of different genres and covers. 

I couldn't help my flabbergasted expression, as I just gaped at the scene silently. 

Rickard Ellington Conway ran his steeped fingers on the discs, shuffling gently, carefully, and deliberately. And as though he possessed preplanned knowledge, he chose the disc he fancied, placing it on the turntable of the gramophone, as he set the graceful needle on it smoothly. And I suddenly found myself wishing it was my skin he was touching so... seductively, instead of that needle. 

No, I didn't just think that!

Seconds after that, a very soft classical and romantic music started playing.

*music on*

It was primarily dominated by piano yet also violin, and somehow subconsciously, I felt my nerves relaxing at the sound.

The president turned at that, as his handsome and devilish orbs rested on me. 

He utilized their magic in a rather strategic manner, as he intensified them, enough to enhance their beauty and depth. Additionally, he regulated the harshness and coldness they possessed in a way that preserved his pride and conceit, yet also did not... push me away. 

And he neared me, setting my soul on fire just from his look. 

As he was at a touching distance from me, his footsteps stopped. 

And I eyed as his left hand extended in my direction. 

I blinked at his long and muscular-looking fingers, as I looked up to him confusedly again.

He didn't waste much time, as his voice came authoritative, yet warmly icy:


"Dance with me."


I blinked in his direction, and could tell my expression became literally blank. "Huh?" 

Did I really hear him right...? 

Did he... the one and only Rickard Ellington Conway... ask me-order me... to dance with him?  

Me?! 

He... who never wasted one single moment not working or producing money... He... who probably viewed dancing and music as a waste of time and would have rather spent such time either planning how to destroy his father or reading some further Astronomy books... 

Was inviting me to a dance...? 

"But... why?" I heard myself say, in pure disbelief. 

He shot me a look. The look. As he intensified his gaze thrice more.


"Because I said so."


I frowned softly, pouting, giving him the 'you really think that's valid anymore?'.

He flinched not, and something flashed through his eyes, as he kept me captive.


"And because you apparently dance fairly."


My eyes widened.

Woah... could he be referring to my... dances at the ball...?

But why would that even... matter?

Images from how he was eyeing me when I was in the arms of... of Sebastian Keith, as well as Sean Jordan, flashed to my mind. 

Wait, could... could that be related...?

Before I could ponder longer over his phrases, I remembered he called it a... last task. 

And my heart sank a bit upon thinking about how gloomy everything feels about what is... going on between us. 

Rather what was going on. 

And that was it, I decided to ask no further questions. 


So I found myself raising my right hand up slowly, and placing it in his.


If it's going to be one last... dance.


One last... time where we feel so close because nothing will maybe ever be the same after I leave... with all the realizations and complications made...



Let it be with no single thought or question behind it.


As raw and spontaneous as possible.


Thoughtlessly, his manly fingers enclosed around my small-sized hand.


As he pulled me towards him, placing his right hand possessively at the bottom of my waist.


Subconsciously, as his thick and intoxicating cologne filled my nostrils, I found my left hand having come up, landing on the back of his right shoulder, before me.


And he took a step back, leading the dance on.


We moved according to the slow, heart-tugging strings of music.

It wasn't a complicated dance... not even a diverse choreography.

If anything, it was barely moving to the music so, so calmly.

Our steps were not very wide, as our dancefloor was barely a two by one vicinity of the room.

And yet somehow...


It felt like the most vast, and broadest floor I've ever set my feet on.


My hand over your muscular shoulder... and my other one in yours... Your scent filling my lungs and drugging me... Your body so close it was warming every inch of mine... And your hand gripping me possessively as though to prevent me from... running away.

This...

From my chest, every single beat of my heart echoed so loudly into my ears, and I found it clenching in this weird intertwining of bitter and sweet feeling at once.

It felt like heaven, and that was where all this sweetness came from.

Yet at the same time, it also felt like a timed heaven... and that was where the heaviness came from.

As I felt tears well up my eyes.

He remained wordless, and so did I, as the first few seconds of the music passed like years.

I was not looking at him, but rather my line of sight was at his muscular neck and a bit above his right shoulder, as we moved gracefully.

Similarly, I felt he was not looking at me, as though his focus was... directed at something else.

Or maybe he was... like me...

Just savoring the sensation that accompanied our wordless movement.

Regardless of any sight or word.

Just the touch and the... fervor appending it.

We remained like that for some longer seconds, as more tears welled up my eyes with no real understanding behind them.


I just did not want the dance to end.


I did not want to... leave.


As we moved slowly in parallel, I felt the adam before me shift slightly.

"You know," He started coldly, calmly, and very slowly. His voice was low yet hoarse. "I had a long series of thoughts when I... was watching your unconscious state, the past two days."

I blinked, but spoke nothing, as I could tell he was very carefully... doing something he never does.

He was sharing a thought.

And I knew him enough to know that on the blue moons he does that... it was best to listen to him silently.

We turned, and I felt his grip over my waist slightly stiffen, as his jaw moved.

I could still not see his expression, especially that his head was moved slightly forward and next to mine, as though to purposely hide his expression. His neck was still taller than mine though, and so his head was kind of above mine to its right, more than just next to it.

And that's why I could see his angled jaw properly.

His adam's apple bobbed, as he prepared to continue his freezing speech.

"When you first got appointed as my private assistant," He paused for a second, before continuing composedly, as though he were walking in a field of landmines. "You registered to me as nothing but the aggravating, disputatious, and displeasingly loquacious applicant who probably passed both stages of the interviews because of her high grades and studying skills."

I gasped. Wow, thanks?!

"On a practical side, you were rather inexperienced. You stumbled upon the smallest challenges in meetings and needed constant supervision." He muttered, as his grip over my waist tightened slightly, "I had considered dismissing you on several occasions over the first month of your employment."

I bit my lips, still not looking at him. What... What was he doing....?

"But then I came to notice the efforts you were giving in silence." He continued, and I gasped. "Sticky notes and constant reminders on different parts of your office. Staying after hours to dig deeper into meeting backgrounds. And continuously asking me detailed questions despite the possibility of being chastised by me for your lack of experience."

I spoke nothing, as I just danced silently. I wasn't really getting what he was aiming at.

But it still felt so... nostalgic.

Especially on the thought that we were having our last... dance.

Completely randomly, my mind drifted for a second to the gramophone on the table some feet away.

Apparently, the disc was repeating itself. Which was good, meaning we can stop dancing whenever we... want.

I tightened my grip over his shoulder, letting myself sniff his smell and savor every single bit of it.

"It occurred to me at that how... desperate you were to keep the position, and it made further sense when I looked into your background." We swayed to the music again, and I tried to look up at this, but he was still looking away and I was met by his hard and sculpted jaw. "Thus I kept you."

I bit my lips, my heart beating faster upon his... sharings.

Wow, to hear his side of... things...

"As time passed though, I started noticing something in my own attitude." He pointed out, his voice freezing, as it sent chills across my spine.

I bit my lips, woah...

"And that was the fact that I had been helping you on several occasions every time you stumbled." We spun, and his grip around my right hand tightened at that. "Taking you back after Jaden Stevens' incident, aiding you when Emeralds Velton was playing unfairly, punishing Paris Fiore for violenting you, saving you from Harveston Hamlington's grip, and even following up with you after your memory loss incident."

I gasped, my eyes widened.

What he's saying...

Those were some of the incidents I'd remembered earlier.

They were the... walls he'd unintentionally broken into my... labyrinth.

"And that was where I halted my pace. Particularly after the new year's incident when you regained your memory." He spoke composedly, every single word freezing.

I bit my lips. The New Year's Eve...

That's when we first...

I felt heat flush up my skin, and my heart clenching.


Good lord, do I want a last kiss from you.


My eyes widened, as I felt his head lower slightly down, as his chin came over my head.

Heat flushed through my body and my... heart.

It was as though he'd... kinda? heard my thoughts...

"I was no man, by nature, who looked back at incidents or wasted time pondering over them." He spoke proudly, and the hot vibrations of his voice travelled from his chin to my head and straight to my chest. "And yet, it was a scarce incident where I... did."

His right hand on my waist twitched, as though he was attempting to... fix his watch?

For some reason, silence filled the air again, and we danced only on the sound of music.

I realized at this that he might need some... push to continue, as he'd probably exhausted his spontaneous conversing battery.

"And? Wh-What did you find out?" I mumbled close to his neck.

He stiffened slightly at my voice, and I felt his muscles against me slightly tense, as he kept on leading me around.

"It was unexpected, and odd." He admitted, his tone hard and hoarse, yet somehow clearly honest. "Somehow, upon looking back at all the incidents..."

His right hand moved from my waist, and slightly up my back, as though to pull me closer against his body, still not looking at me.

"From when you followed me to the hospital car park to bargain with me about wanting to remain in my employ, to when you refused seeking my help when Emeralds Velton was cheating, to when you initially got into bad terms with Paris Fiore because she was disparaging me in my absence, to when you were kidnapped by Hamlington and beaten up because you refused to call me, and to when you got injured yet still attempted to remember who stole my folder..." He listed, every single phrase having three tons of ice and ultimately not even warmth, but pure conceit.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help the weird warmth which crept into my vital organ at his phrase, as I flushed softly. What the hell is he... saying... And why did it all feel so... warm...

"They all shared one common trait." He straightened slightly at that, as he lowered his head slightly, and his eyes captured mine.

A two-hundred volts electric shock travelled my body, as I let myself get lost in those two pools of infinite beauty and... mystery.

It was weird. No matter how much he revealed, there was always more about him.

He didn't let our pace falter, as his eyes flamed at this, and his full lips parted.


"None of them was an act of selfishness."


I gasped, my eyes widened. "Wh-Wha..."

He kept his unfazed expression, and as my body stuck to his, we were now moving in the synchrony of... one person...

"They all either served the interest of individuals you cared for, or..." His face came closer to mine at this, as he deepened his gaze into my soul, and heat flushed my lips as I eyed... his. "My interest."

I gasped, as I eyed him with slightly wide eyes. Holy... this... he's never spoken to me with such... unprecedented transparency...

"And that was where I found myself thinking that I..." He paused, his eyes losing me at that, as he froze them further, as though to mask whatever they were... screaming to reflect.

He kept on moving us according to the slow music, as he lowered his head, placing his forehead against my... right shoulder. He let himself inhale my scent wordlessly, and I did the same, as our pace slowed down a bit.


"I want to protect her."


My eyes widened at his phrase.

He... what did he just...

He was talking about... me... right?

So what did he just... say?

I gulped, as I felt his grip against my back bring me even closer. In result, I felt every single muscle of his huge and hard yet warm figure, as I just let his scent drug me wordlessly, and we moved to the music.

"So I transferred you to the seventh branch upon that realization, in an attempt to ensure your safety..." He mumbled, his deep and throaty voice sending chills across my skin.

We took a slow turn, and he moved his head slightly, as I felt his breath fan my... neck at this.


"Only to find you inside a fire attempting to protect my interest once again."


His lips came against my neck, and I let out a shaking, clearly affected breath.

"And as you came back to my employ, incident after incident..." He murmured, his voice low and deep, yet unfazed. "It became more crystallized to me."

Unconsciously at this, I felt my left hand move from his shoulder.

To his muscular neck.

As it caressed there gently.

And we kept on moving to the music. Slowly.

In response to this, and as we still moved to the music, he lifted his head up, and I looked at his beauteous, sculpted face, with all its handsome and perfect features.

It was still as unfazed and as arrogant as ever.

Yet his eyes.

They looked like a sea observed under a full moon.

Cold, arrogant, yet also... calm.

He led me perfectly to the music strings, as he lifted our intertwined hands up, and he slightly untangled his left hand from my right one.


"With every time I aided you, somewhere at the back of my mind, a peculiar, unprecedented essence of... of peace would sink there temporarily." He kept his left hand around my right one, and yet he let his grip slightly slacken, giving my fingers some space to move a bit freely.


And he looked at my fingers at that, with the same cold, arrogant, and titanically composed eyes.


"Ultimately, I realized that I wasn't aiding you for your sake, but in a sense, for my own... interest."


He moved my hand at that, pressing my delicate and slightly cold fingers against his full, and warm lips in one slow, gentle, and silent... kiss


"Because one way or another, you were the epitome of that sinking peace, every time."


The hair at the back of my neck perked up, and I shuddered softly under his touch.

It wasn't fear.

No, not at all.

It was a weird, unbelievable mix of... excitement and... want?

My heartbeat rate suddenly skyrocketed, as I bit my lips, and our pace was still going on, but very slowly.

From before me, his deep beads still focused on my hand, which flushed my entire body with heat waves.

I eyed his long lashes, and perfect features at this, as I felt my own expression

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