Karmale's POV

I woke up to a masculine atmosphere. Black curtains everywhere. Darkish, blackish and surprisingly tidy. That is what this room was. I have never seen a bedroom as organised as what I am laying in currently. I actually thought I was a tidy person but the owner of this room must be too neat. Too neat for my own liking. The person must be a neat freak. Neat and clean. Besides, the king sized milky sheeted bed I was spread in, which I think I messed up while turning in my sleep the previous night, everything here is so extra orderly. I feel a little guilty for sleeping in the bed for I guess it was well made before I lay in it. Hmmmn...

From the extra large pillows some clothed with mitten and others silk and half cotton cases under my light headed wits and my heavy eye balls struggling to gaze above the multiple cushions that lay like a folded duvet. No. It would be better said like a bouncing castle or mashmellows. My body lazily lay under the sheets hustling to comprehend the new and foreign place. My eyes wouldn't give me the pleasure of allowing me open them wider. Me and my eyes were bargaining. I wanted to sleep again but since my source of sight was finding everything around completely new, it was commanding my senses to be alert of I don't know what cause if it were insecurity, I felt so comfortable and secure where I was. I wasn't panicking at all.

Anyway, my eyes won. For their triumph, they started navigating the new surroundings.

The room was really large. Like large. Given it's size that simply means it contains more or just enough. Forget the contents, it is so orderly. Starting with the huge black sofa with a slight; faint shed of steel gray; that was kept at the extreme left of the room. Four matching cushions were arranged diagonally in the soft seat. Two on the right and the others on the left of the same seat. On my immediate left and right were small nightstands that had amber lamp sheds. The lamps were big but there support system was the opposite. They placed accurately in the centre not putting into consideration how minimal the space was but you could be rest assured they would not drop at all.

One thing that was weird is that there was nothing on these stands. Nothing to show ownership to the place.

Hmmmn...

But the stands seemed to have a few drawers. Who knows? There may be something. At that moment, curiosity overwhelmed me. Then anxiety.

Then I smelt the air surrounding me. It smelt of freshly sprayed rose air conditioner spray though it was a bit smokey. There is also that familiar scent I thought I had smelled before but I dismissed it rather quickly.

I got down from the bed. Actually I rolled from the middle where I had been placed. "I don't know who had to go through the trouble of kidnapping me? How did they even put me in the centre of this bed?" I thought to myself.

For the rolling, my chest landed flat on a black woollen bed mat. To be exact, my half body was on the floor sheet. Yeah, it was that big. After seeking assistance from the enormous, wide and long divan, I rose up and dusted off the imaginary dust off my clothes.

"My clothes?"

No! These were not my clothes. Last night when I was abducted with the black gloved man, i was not dressed in a pair of checkered boxers and a sky blue t-shirt of size... I don't know how many Xs cause this thing is three times my size. I am literally swimming in it. Almost drowning in it.

Okay, let's say this person who I believe is a man dared to touch me. This guy actually saw me naked. How dare he?

Wait wait...

I touched the rich cotton of the shirt and brought it to my nostrils and they squinted in annoyance on being hit with familiarity. But out of involuntary desperate desire, I inhaled the intoxicating perfume.

I know this smell. And only it's owner would dare to touch me. When it finally hit me that my clothes had been changed by Ryxel, my anger varnished. What was that?

"Aaaah!" A frustrated growl gravely left me. Why wasn't I annoyed anymore. I am supposed to be infuriated about this whole thing. I must be. But I am not. I Badly want to be. What does Ryxel Grande Black think of himself? How does he kidnap me and bring me to his house? It's more annoying that he treated me with goodness. He changed my clothes and settled me in a decent bedroom. Normally, when people are kidnapped, they are mistreated and whatsoever! But Ryxel did not do that. So I cannot accuse him of anything. But he took me without my consent so it is kidnap. I am taking this man to jail. He crossed the limit this time. Let me wait for him...

Meanwhile, it was morning already. The beautiful lamp of heaven was penetrating through the black net long curtains that fell from the ceiling height to the floor. They filled the entire room making it apparently dark. It was the yellow sphere; the source of vitamin D that invitingly hit my face and pulled me towards the curtain lever. With enthusiasm, I lowered it and the coal material gave way to a mesmerizing garden view. But it wouldn't have been possible to see the glowing garden opulent of newly blossoming flowers. Flowers of all names if the curtains had not exposed glass frames.

The South of colossal bed where other houses would have walls, is where the glass was.

I saw the knob and my hands started itching to open. When I exerted pressure on it, it did not open. So I settled to view the extraordinarily designed gardens.

I looked on with content. The lilies were in a number of rows. Then the carnations. The roses. The daises. The violets. Before the rows; where the gardeners stood irrigating the plants; at the side; just after the flowers were olives. Only a few butterflies and some bees flew over the flowers. No doubt. To collect nectar.

When I felt contented with what I had viewed I sat at the edge of the bed. The left side. That helped me notice the two doors that were directly in front of me. But that wasn't my focus. I was so bored. I wanted something to do. That wouldn't do. I just wanted to get out of Ryxel's house and go to my apartment. I wanted to prepare myself and head to work. I had tried the door but it was locked.

Just as I was about to open one of the drawers, I was graced with a husky voice that rudely interrupted my actions.

"Don't touch that, Caramel."

"Good morning too you, Ryxel." I sarcastically replied and attempted to stand up from my kneeling position.

"I didn't say you could get up from your previous position, baby. I only said don't touch that."

"Why?" I said looking up and instantly falling back on my knees.

" Why shouldn't i--- i" Christ! This was worth the embarrassing stutter.

Ryxel. Ryxel freaking Grande Black was shirtless. He was only in grey sweatpants that tagged loosely around his torso. His V- line was the most alluring and sexy thing my eyes had ever landed on. His glorious abs were on display. His eight tight pacs were all for me to look at. No lie. I was feeling hot. Ryxel only made it worse when he tossed around his coal messy hair and threw on that always sexy devilish smirk that sets my blood blooding at more than normal room temperature. He knew he was hot and I was checking him out. His tattoos were all over the place. It was like as if I was on a museum tattto tour. My eyes shamelessly searched his body paintings from the neck, chest, abs and when I reached his V- line, I wanted to look deeper than that.

"Take a picture, Caramel. It lasts longer." He smirked.

He had seriously got me checking him out but I didn't stop. And please someone to save me from this embarrassment. I was terribly drooling over this beef cake till my lips parted a little bit more than usual.

"Seal the space between your lips, baby. Or should I fill it."

I there and then followed that command but I was still on the floor and my hand was on the drawer.

Ryxel walked to where I knelt and held up my chin to enable me meet his gaze.

"Leave that Caramel." He ordered gesturing the drawer.

"What if I wanna see what's inside?" My eyes fell to his shirtless body.

"Leave it baby girl."

"No, da-Ryxel!"

"I am glad you refused even after I had asked to you nicely, Caramel."

Ryxel raised my chin a little higher in order to avoid coming down to my level. He kissed my chin. My eyes fell shut. My cheeks warmed up. As if realising the effect he had on me, Ryxel put his lips on mine. His mint breath was admist our tongues.

Seriously? Why didn't I brush earlier?

The way I want to kiss the tattooed guy Infront of me. But it is not safe for me.

"Baby, I'm daddy. Let me in." Ryxel hotly nibbled against my lower lip and heat at a speed of lightning; like an electric shock passed through my body.

I just kept his hotness at the entrance of my mouth. I was not going to kiss him though I badly wanted to. I have to learn to control myself around Ryxel. I don't want to get involved with him at all.

He bit down on my lower lip and I moaned an 'mha'. There it was. Something I would never give a man. Ryxel had gotten it from me. The right to dominate. As we shared fluids, our tongues found pleasure in colliding with each other, the man lifted me from the ground with my chin and added energy to the activity at hand. He hardened the kiss only for my senses to awake to the urge of returning the same utter passion.

When my hands tried to reach for his neck, he pulled away getting me by surprise. I was startled and shocked at how suddenly his interest had faded. Ryxel pulled away from a kiss he had commanded for. One that was filled with his dominance. The dominance he had sought for a while and he had backed out like that? Interesting!

"Caramel, freshen up and come down stairs." He plainly said and stomped out of his room.

He left and aggressively pulled the glass door behind him.

"What just happened? What was that?"

Ryxel's POV.

I love the way her body gives in to my demands. Even when she proves defiantly stubborn she eventually gives in. She may not know that she already gave in. Caramel may not be aware that she already submitted herself to me. All I have to do is claim her fully. I need to let her know that she is Ryxel's. She belongs to Ryxel and by his command she lives. The click of his tongue and snap of his finger are her her pleasure to bare. She should just always remain on her knees in my presence. That is what she should grace her daddy with.

Whenever I see her on her two knees, she looks fucking submissive. Just the way I want her. And she also looks--- Fuck! Fuck! She looks a---

adorable. Too adorable for my own good.

I don't want to hurt her in all this. I just want to protect her from the lingering threats that can turn into reality. That's not an excuse. I want to press my full dominance over her but--- but I am anxious. Not that but angry that this whole thing may turn into a complete mess. Dominance, protection and the fucking stupid things I feel around her. I don't fucking like them at all. They are going to be the fucking death of me one of these days and I may be unable to do anything to avoid it all. So I am going to settle for dominance, fucking thorough dominance. My full charge and keen protection. Undistructed safe keeping and maximum attention of her every move. That I can only be possible at my mansion away from the city lights. A little bit in hiding. It's what I am sure is safe for Caramel. I am also going to have to put restrictions on what she does and where she goes.

It's my place. I dictate the rules. I call the shots. I command and provide the firm protection.

"Ryxel!" A mellifluous feminine voice called and I turned from what I was cooking.

Caramel stood akimbo in my boxers that stopped mid thigh and exposed her perfectly toned legs. Her sleek body looked effortlessly seductive in just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that was two times bigger than her which actually fell to the length of the small pants; mid thigh. I only got a chance to see them when her hand was

"If you don't stop thinking too much, you are going to burn the eggs. Not only that but also your well built body." She winked and chuckled throwing a black t-shirt in my direction which I grabbed but did not put on.

My eyes lit up with glee at her light laughter. She pushed back a strand that was falling from her messy bun and smiled bright enough for me to feel a small smile creep up my own stone face.

I put on the shirt and when it went pasted my neck, I could not see Caramel anymore. She was at the door, pulling it open. But it was locked.
Did she really think that I was that stupid to leave it open?

"Don't try anything, Caramel." I harshly warned.

Intimidated by my tone, she scratched the back of her neck and came to where I stood in front of the counter.

She innocently stood before me. Her hand's fingers playing with one another. Her long eye lashes flashing down her clear bright eyes that were looking at her hands that were playfully entwined. She looked cute. Cute as a doll. Her lengthy ebony thickets were fucking flashing at an adorable pace. She was excessively pretty that I couldn't control my hands. I swept her off her feet and placed her on the counter. She parted her legs and I stood in between them. My hands travelled around her waist.

"Ryxel." She called cupping my face in her smooth hands.

I hummed in response.

"Catch me if you can." She teased and in one swift movement,she was off the slide. She pushed me and made for the door.

"Shit!" I cursed.

How did I get so destructed that Caramel took the keys? She opened and before she disappeared, she stuck in her head and waved goodbye to me.

"Good bye, Ryxel. Don't kidnap me ever again. I am going home. I cannot be hostage to you." She stuck out her tongue and ran through the now open glass door.

"Fuck!"

I turned off the gas and started sprinting after Caramel. She had just managed to trick me and stolen the keys from me. How smart! This is going to be fun.

By the time I moved out of the house, I could only see her ponytail at a corner of the tarmac road. She was running really fast.

"Okay, Caramel. Let's see who races best."

I let her run as fast as she could and I only reluctantly walked after her. Funny enough she was in full view as left leg rose sporadically after her right to keep up her pace. She never left my sight. She was too slow for me and she still thought she would get away. From time to time, she glanced over her shoulder to see where I was. I leisurely put my hands in my sweats and walked after her.

"Caramel! Caramel! My stubborn baby. Daddy is coming." I devishly smirked to myself.

For tones of rounds she disappeared but I marched up to a faster pace and saw her.

But now. I cannot see her and we are coming in sight of other people. Many pedestrians. At a not so far distance I can see the round about. We are at a busy road round now. This is not fucking good! Shit!

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!" I roared out loud and hit my head hard with my fist to fight back the endless sirens mockingly playing in my head.

"Fuck! Fuck! Urhhhh!" I growled but the teasing noise of the police and ambulance sirens did not stop. It kept playing hide and seek with me as I tried hard to battle my demons of that tragic night. That fateful midnight when Liam and I were rendered orphans.

"I am an assistant devil. These demons are nothing. I should not let them get the better of me. Fuck! No! No! Shit!" I silently cursed but it was all pointless. There it was like a replay of a movie scene.

"Give me back my aeroplane, El." Liam complained.

We were sitted at the back of our parent's Double cabin and them at the front. My dad was driving from the outskirts such after my current glass mansion. He was from checking on his farmland. He usually went alone but that day he had asked us to go along him. He said he wanted his sons to see his accomplishments and pick up the idea of multi-tasking. He owned a huge business company, farms and various acres of land that they had run out of ideas on how to use. They were so affluent.

"No, Liam. I am going to take it to space and boom! It will crash." I meanly joked.

"No, Ryxel." Liam cried.

"It's what you deserve for being naughty all the time , Liam." I laughed as Liam cried like a weaning child.

"What's happening behind there?" Father asked.

I thought they would not be able to hear me bullying Liam for it had been raining heavily and non-stop. With the few trees we would see swaying at slyly violent speed.

"Dad, Ryxel wants to crash my plane." Liam voiced out.

"Crash?" Asked ma.

"No, mum. I didn't say that ." I denied expecting her to believe me like she always did. Even side with me as always but she didn't. It upset me so much.

"Ryxel, the tongue is a creator. Don't say that to your younger brother again. You are supposed to be his protector. His keeper not the one to scare him with all the crashing and so on." She reprimanded.

Terribly upset with her I didn't respond.

"Ryxel have you heard what mummy has said?" Dad inquired turning his eyes from the road ahead and facing Liam and I who sat far apart at the back.

I still didn't reply. I looked down my black curls slightly falling on my forehead and my booted feet playing with one another.

From the corner of my eye I saw a pinkish hand come to caress my cheeks filled with air. My mum was Scottish so I knew from the pink that it was her.

"My darling, don't be upset. Mama is truly sorry for being superstitious." She said her complete tenderness soothingly caressing my cheek.

I refused to look up.

"My superman, I know that if at all a crash ever occurs to us, you will be there to save and aid us. All of us. Your brother as first priority." She caressed.

I still refused.

"Ryxel, mama has said she is sorry." She repeated.

I refused to forgive her. I had never in my life refused to forgive her. She only called me a sweet name and I always forgave her but that night I refused.

"Leah, you have really spoiled that boy. He is even naughtier than Liam. I doubt whether you ever discipline him when he does something wrong. Pampering him with love is all you do." Dad complained with a side smile.

"I also pamper you with love, Mr. Black so don't complain. Same applies to our baby Liam. You all are my biggest accomplishment. I love you all. She said smiling at my dad.

Liam had started to fall asleep.

"Mum, Liam is dozing." I said to her pulling Liam to my thighs for him to rest.

When my mum and dad saw the gesture, they exchanged glances and smiled.

"Give him to me. Come here Liam." She said and picked him up and placed him on her laps; affectionately patting him to sleep.

As I played with all the toys and my mum sang lullabies to Liam, dad drove but abruptly came to a halt.

"What's wrong, Mr. Black?" She asked worriedly looking at dad. I had also put away the planes when dad suddenly stopped the car.

"There are pieces of wood with nails in front of the car." Dad explained.

"Let me go out and remove them."

My mum smiled and nodded for dad to continue.

I didn't seem to like the idea of dad having to get out.

"No, dad. Can't we take another route home?"

"Don't worry my dear. Dad will check it out and before you know it, he will be back." My mum consoled but I still smelt a rat. I wasn't convinced that it was a coincidence.

Me and my mum looked on expectantly as father went to remove the nailed wood. The storm increased but pa continued moving. Appreciating the night he collected the pieces and threw them away. From mum's side mirror I saw a black car come and pack just behind us. A man whose face I could hardly see because of a dummy face mask came out and his intimidatingly chained boots stamped hard on the wet tarmac.

"Mum! Dad!" I screamed.

"What's wrong, Ryxel?" My mum panicked.

I pointed at the mirror and she held her mouth.

The man was heavily built and he wore a black raincoat with a hood.

"Keith!" She called but dad would not hear because of the heavy storm.

"Dad!" I also tried but... No! He would not hear. He was concentrating on removing the nails.

The man in black went forward and hit dad with a hammer on the head.
A manly noise left his hoarse throat as he touched his head and fought to recover from the pain.

"Keith! Keith!" Mum cried loosening her seatbelt.

"Ryxel, I need you to stay here with Liam." She said handing me a fast asleep Liam. How could he sleep so peacefully as we were having a serious problem right now?

Mum ran to aid dad as she rushed him to the co-drivers seat.

"No, Leah. You don't know how to drive. Let me do it." My mum did not object for we had to escape the monstrous man who was dragging his hammer behind him.

My parents took their seats and my dad sped off.
The man jumped into his car and equally sped behind us.

"Hurry, Keith! Hurry!" My mum cried.

"Yes, dad." I added a river flowing down my face to Liam who was now snoring.

My dad drove to protect his family. Very fast but the driver behind was strategic. He kept knocking the car so that dad would loose balance. The car jumped up and down and before I knew it, mum was shouting.

"Jump out Ryxel!"

"You too, Leah." Dad said.

"No, Keith! I am not leaving you. I am not." She protested and cried at the same time.

"Me too, mum. I am not leaving." I copied but I meant it.

"Let me not repeat myself, Ryxel." My mum shouted for the first time at me ever since i had ever known her.

Her expression was one of unhidden emotions. Love, seriousness and absolute fear. She was scared. My poor mother was helplessly scared. I saw tears roll down the cheeks we always pecked and I also cried.

"Please, Ryxel. Jump!"

"Listen to your mother, son." Dad said and he unlocked the car door where Liam and I were.

"Liam!" I roughly shook him.

"Wake up, Liam!"

And he did.

"Mum, Dad and I need you to jump out."

"Why, El?"

"Don't worry, L. I am going to follow soon after. It is a game but be careful. Okay?" I lied and Liam believed. Thankfully.

I opened the door and wind blew in.

"Jump, Liam." I said.

"I love you my children." Were the last words I heard before I followed Liam soon before the car lost full balance.

When I landed next to Liam, I helped him up and hugged him to myself so as he would not have to see our parent's car stagger while it rotated the roundabout followed by the black car. The attacker knocked our vehicle off the circular rotater one last time and it went flying into a tree. It only lasted two seconds before it was blazing with yellow red flames. The car burst giving a loud noise.

The cruel driver in the black car rode off after watching the scene.

A tear escaped my left eye.

"El, what was that noise? And where are mum and dad?" Five year old Liam asked his ten year old brother,me. What was I going to lie to him this time?

I fell on my knees and hugged my baby brother tight to myself.

"No, Ryxel! I want ma and dad." Liam refused the hug.

"Liam, you only have me, now. And I have you. Mum and dad have gone in a plane. Up. Up that way." I pointed to the sky.

"You are lying, Ryxel. They would never go without us." He stamped his feet.

"Liam, I am not lying.'" I shook him as we both cried.

"No, Ryxel." He pulled away and ran across the empty street to where the car had burst from.

"Mummy! Daddy!'" he cried.

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Wooooo.... (Siren noises)

The police cars and ambulances were sorounding the accident scene. That was in the morning.

A policeman approached me as a nurse attended to me. "Can we have your statement please?"

"Nurse, where is my young brother?" I asked the woman who was tending to my wounds ignoring the man before me.

"Where is Caramel?" I had come back to reality.

"Fuck!"

I raced past various people. Some couples anothers loners. I pushed some pedestrians cause I guess they had not realised how much of a hurry I was in. And then I came to a stop when I saw Caramel's ponytail at a zebra crossing.

"Caramel!" I called and when she saw me she decided to cross the road even when the speeding vehicles had not yet stopped.

A Subaru car came speeding from the left and the right driver in a Harrier car seemed to be his accomplice for he was doing the same and in the middle of the two stood Caramel. She had stopped moving. She was looking back at me instead of looking out for her surroundings. How could she be so fucking careless?!

Shit!

All the citizens who were standing at the black and white stripes on the road had now noticed. They started shouting to enlighten her but Caramel was so lost in I don't know what. She could not hear their call.

I pushed past the audience and grabbed her arm pulling her out of the jaws of death.

"What the fuck, Caramel!" I angrily shouted.

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