Chapter 6

　　Five minutes later, Nero was leaving the room, as his guards were dragging a howling James out whose hands had been completely crushed.

　　"Whatever happened to the escort that was in my suite this morning?"Nero asked Nico as they drove back to the hotel a couple minutes later.

　　He had not given much thought to it when he woke up and she was gone, but he was surprised when as he dressed up— fresh from the shower, he saw the red bloodstain on the white sheets.

　　What escort turns out to be a virgin?

　　Nico, who was sitting in the passenger seat in front, turned back to look at his boss.

　　"What escort?"he asked with a frown.

　　"Marena, that tramp had spiked my drink this morning," he snarled, as he ground his jaw.

　　"I needed a release, and ordered one of the men, Gio, to send an escort up to my suite, but the girl was gone before I woke up," He completed with a thoughtful expression.

　　"I did not see any girl. I would ask the guard,Gio, when we arrived at the hotel. Anyway, we need to leave tonight."

　　Nero closed his eyes and leant against the cool leather seats and shut his eyes, before dismissing Nico with a wave of his hand.

　　Back at the hotel, Nico called the guard, Gio, to inquire about the escort girl.

　　"Did you see the escort that served the Don today, as she left?"

　　The guard frowned in confusion. "Escort?"

　　"Yes," Nico replied with a hint of annoyance.

　　"There was no escort here today."

　　Nico ground his jaw. "What nonsense is that? The Don was with a lady today, when did she leave?"

　　In as much as Nico hated Nero's shameless debauchery, it was his duty to ensure his safety, and that meant ensuring the identity of his flings.

　　The guard was confused. "There was a delay with the girl who matches the Don's preferences. She is yet to arrive."

　　Nico's brows drew together. Something was not right here. "Then who was the girl that was with the Don today? Who had access to the Don's penthouse today?"

　　"Just the delivery girl."

　　"Delivery girl?" Nico asked, before he remembered he had asked the girl from the cafe to deliver Nero's dessert.

　　"She had clearance from you," the guard further added to exonerate himself from any punishment.

　　Nico wondered if the girl was the one Nero was referring to? But the girl was not an escort girl, and didn't look to be the type—if looks were anything to go by. He was about to head to Nero to give him the information, when Nero suddenly appeared, eyes blazing red in fury.

　　"Find me that girl immediately," He thundered in rage.

　　Nico knew that something had definitely gone wrong. He could feel it. Did the girl mess up the delivery? She looked quite capable, that was the reason he had given her the job.

　　"Boss, we are supposed to leave in a few–"

　　"Do i look like I fucking care about that right now,Nico?"He exploded, slamming a fist on the table.

　　"Okay boss, what seems to be the matter?" Nico asked calmly.

　　"The chip is gone."

　　The tremors in Olivia's hands did not cease even as she held firmly onto the cat on her lap. The flashes of her encounter with that stranger continued to plague her. Olivia had woken up confused and shocked, but when she remembered everything,she had panicked and fled in shame and fear.

　　She remembered spending an hour in the shower trying to wash away his touch and scent from her body. Her tears had mixed with the water as she had cried her eyes out in the shower. Olivia felt ashamed and guilty of betraying and cheating on Connor with a man she did not know. Maybe her mother was right, she was really a child of sin.

　　Connor stole a glance at Olivia, and finally concluded that something was wrong. She had looked very upset and visibly shaken, when she had arrived at their meeting point where they had boarded the train they were currently on,and she looked like she had obviously been crying. He knew making the decision to leave with him had not been an easy one.

　　He gently placed a hand on her hand. "Are you okay?"

　　Olivia suddenly jerked from her troubled thoughts, which caused Connor's forehead to noticeably crease.

　　"I'm okay," she replied with a forced tight-lipped smile, while avoiding his eyes. She slowly shrugged off his hand on her arm, and began to stroke the cat, which purred with satisfaction. She felt too soiled and tainted for him now—not worthy of his touch.

　　Connor was worried about her behaviour. Though they had been in a chaste celibate relationship, Olivia had never pulled away from his touch. She had been that way since today. He was worried and did not know what to do. Was she already regretting her decision? Was he wrong by asking her to elope with him?

　　As Connor was battling with his thoughts, he saw her unconsciously pull at the huge turtleneck sweater which she was wearing in the middle of summer.

　　Olivia felt like her skin was crawling as she remembered the way that man's hands roamed, pressed, and touched her naked body all over. She felt her heart die in shame as she remembered the lewd, obscene noises that had come out of her mouth, as she enjoyed his ministrations on her body. She was sore ,and still ached all over, especially between her legs. That man had the stamina of a horse and was insatiable.

　　She could remember how she had begged him to stop but he had kept on going until he was satiated, which she had no idea when that was, because she had passed out. The sweater she was currently wearing was to hide the many bruises, and bite marks that littered her body.

　　The thought that she had lost her virginity to a stranger, brought fresh tears to course down her cheeks. Connor watched her wipe away tears, but chose not to pressure her, but wait till she was ready to confide in him. As he adjusted himself on his seat, and felt the rectangular velvet box in his pocket, a fear that she might not accept him took root in his heart.