Chapter 9 NINE

[KIRA]

I toy with the food, not really in the mood to eat. Chiara sits opposite me, with her chin in her palm, watching me like she would beat the hell out of me if I don't start eating.

I put a spoon in my mouth, and swallow almost instantly. The food tastes like paper and I let out a sigh, dropping the spoon on the plate.

"Kira you are not eating,” She points out and I sigh again, pushing the plate away. I am not hungry right now but Martita and Chiara won't let me be.

"Can you stop being my mother and leave me alone?" I mutter standing up from the table. "Can I sleep with you tonight fuzzball?" I ask, and she gives me a long stare.

The stare that says, everything is not okay and you are not telling me.

"Fine,” she agrees standing up. She takes my hand, and we make it up the stairs to the third floor where our rooms are.

We pass by Martita standing by the door of one of the rooms looking beyond worried.

"Is she okay?" Chiara asks and Martita sighs. Before she can say anything, the door opens and Ryat comes out

"Ryat?" Chiara calls her voice dripping with worry.

He gives a subtle shake of his head. "She's fine. She's not just used to having people around, and loves being alone,” He says, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

Chiara takes my hand , and pulls me towards her room. I am not one to be nosy but I'm really curious as to who this Jena is?

I know very well that Ryat and Chiara have no other siblings. So who could she be? Especially since he is so concerned about her.

Maybe she's his fianceè

“Shut up. Ryat doesn't have a fianceè.” My subconscious yells at me.

At least that's what I know. If he did, then Chiara would have certainly mentioned it to me. And he wouldn't have fucked me like he did, right?

The sound of the door clicking shut brings me back to my present surroundings. I turn to Chiara, curiosity burning in my veins. "Who's Jena?" I ask.

"Well......" She trails off, looking at her perfectly manicured nails.

"Well?" I press on. If I was going to seduce Ryat then I should know if he's engaged or not.

"Look Kira, the situation is complicated.” She settles beside me on the bed. “ Jena was given to Ryat as his fianceè after his initiation years ago. I don't know much since he shooed me off to New York. However, what I do know is, Jena is really mentally unstable. Ryat had her sent to a rehab center so I don't know why he brought her back.”

My eyes widen at this new information. So she is indeed his fiancee. That will explain why he is so worried.

“Told you so,” I roll my eyes inwardly at my subconscious.

I should feel happy that Ryat has a fianceè. Maybe then father will change the whole seduction plan. But somehow I can't. My mind wanders back to the way he touched me, made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered.

Gosh, I can't keep thinking like this if I am going to complete this mission.

"I'll freshen up,” Chiara announces, heading into the bathroom. I pull out my phone and go to my contacts. I search for my father's number, but my finger hovers over the call button.

I'm I really in for another episode of his screaming?

With a deep breath I tap on it, and it rings for a while before picking up.

"What the hell is it?" He asks, displeasure dripping from his voice.

"Ryat has a fianceè,” I tell him.

"So? How is that supposed to be my fucking business, you idiot?" He yells, and I flinch. " I don't care how you want to do it, but make Ryat fall in love with you, and make him fall hard."

"Father, aren't you listening? Ryat has a fianceè. He..."

"I don't care if he has a wife or an entire harem of women. All I want you to do is seduce him.”

Before I could say anything more he hangs up.

Great! Just great!

Chiara steps out of the bathroom wiping her hair. She gives me a concerned look "Are you okay?" She asks, dropping the towel on the couch, and heading to the bed.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just father being his normal self again,” I tell her as we both settle beneath the covers. She immediately snuggles up to me, and wraps her arms around me.

I am the one who needs comfort but here she is snuggling up to me. Well, my little fuzzball has always been a baby.

My baby.

I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes trying to sleep. I try not to think about anything else.

Not the fact that my father has sent me on a suicide mission, or even the fact that I'm lying to my best friend, or the fact that I can't stop thinking about him pounding into my pussy.

All I try to do is sleep, but the concept seems foreign tonight. Chiara's breath evens out, an indication that she has fallen asleep. I try to do the same but unfortunately can't.

“Seduce him.” Father's voice keeps ringing in my ear, and no matter how hard I try to tune it out I can't.

What does Ryat have that father wants so desperately? The only motivation is the fact that he'll finally accept me.

“Is that acceptance worth betraying your best friend?” The stupid voice in my head tries to make me feel guilty. As if I don't already feel guilty.

Knowing that any attempts of sleep tonight are futile, I slowly yet carefully peel my little fuzzball off me and cover her with the duvet.

I step out of the room quietly and pad barefoot across the corridor, the cold marble tiles a contrast to the warmth I feel in me.

I pass by Ryat's room and my footsteps slow down for a moment.

Should I go to him?

Well that's what any good seductress would do right?

But I'm not a seductress. I've never even had willing sex before so how the hell I'm I supposed to know how to seduce someone? Well I have had willing sex before, but I was drunk so it doesn't count

I push the thought out of my mind, and continue my journey down to the kitchen. I take out a bottle of water from the fridge, and pour some in a glass. I drink all the contents before deciding on a midnight snack.

Mamma and I always had midnight snacks whenever I had difficulties falling asleep.

After I began staying with my father, I hardly kept up with the habit. I didn't want to be caught by one of my father's nosy guards and be punished.

I take out the cereal and a bowl. Placing them on the table, I go back to take the milk.

Tough luck.

The meal is placed on the top shelf, making it almost impossible for me to reach it. I stretch my hand, and stand on my tip toe with the aim of getting the milk.

I suddenly freeze when I felt a warm presence behind me, and a huge ink covered hand reaches and takes the milk. I quickly turn around and I'm met with mesmerizing slate grey eyes which look at me like they can see into my soul.

I clear my throat and open my mouth to speak, but the words refuse to come out.

He doesn't say anything, and just hands me the milk.

“Thank you,” I say. “W… would you mind sh.. sharing?" I ask.

Why the hell I'm I stuttering? If I'm going to seduce this man who looks like he's on a mission to make my life miserable, then I should start from somewhere.

"You seem to be having trouble sleeping,” He tells me, ignoring my offer to share my snack. I lift a shoulder and head to the table. I settle on the stool, and begin with my snack.

From the corner of my eye I can see him sit on a stool opposite me. He's not sharing my meal, but he'll keep me company.

Exactly the gentleman

A tense atmosphere falls around us. He sits there tying away on his phone, while I stare at him. He wears a tee-shirt over his sweatpants, and his braids are tied at the back of his head.

God! He looks hot.

How I'm I supposed to seduce him when he is the one seducing me right now?

I blatantly check him out, my attention barely on the bowl of cereal before me.

One hand is covered in different tattoos that run all the way up, probably to his chest. His left hand is bare, except for a sentence in Italian.

I have no doubt that he also has tattoos on several parts of his body. He has just a single piercing on each ear, but you can never tell if there's more.

I mean the night we slept together, I didn't really get a good look at his body. I was drunk and hot that night, so my vision was really blurry.

"Baby, if you want me naked just say it rather than strip me with your eyes.” His annoyingly pleasant voice pulls me out of whatever trance I was in. I'd happily strip for you.”

I look up to find him staring at me, a smirk on his face. My cheeks instantly heat up, and my pussy throbs violently.

"I wasn't..." I begin to say, but trail off when he chuckles.

"Save it Amor. Rather , tell me something. Why are you really here?" He asks me, and I freeze, my spoon halfway to my mouth.

I regain my composure and continue my meal. I can't let my actions give me away.

"I'm here for school,” I say with the fakest smile I can muster. He stares at me for a long while. His gaze is intense, almost like he sees inside me.

The tension is broken by the creating sound of the door opening. I turn around to see a sleepy blonde approaching.

She is dressed in a pink barbie pajamas, and hugging a teddy close to her chest. Her eyes dart around like she's scared of the surroundings.

However, when they settle on Ryat, she smiles.

"Ryat?"

Damn!

Even her voice is pretty. How I'm I supposed to seduce him when he has his interest in someone as beautiful as she is?

How the hell do I compete with such beauty?

At the sound of her voice, he turns around and beckons her forward with his fingers. She walks to him, and he instantly pulls her into his arms, stroking her hair.

"Why are you outside Jena? " He asks. His voice carries the same concern, and his eyes are the same softness they always have when speaking to Chiara.

She pouts and it makes her look even more beautiful. "I came to get some water. I am thirsty.”

He stands up, moves to the fridge, and pours her a glass of water. He hands it to her, and she drinks it ever so slowly. When she's done, he keeps the glass on the table.

Shouting me one final glance, he exits the room with Jena.

I throw my head back and sigh in defeat. This is going to be a long fucking mission.