NIRELLE - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

LUCIEN
seems different; she walks into the room, sits down, and begins to make a decision, something she wouldn't have done a few nights ago, and it was weird. I was running from her because I did not know what I felt, and I did not have the luxury to try and figure out what it was. I did not even have the chance to give that luxury to myself either.
"My mom said to seduce you." The words dropped, and my mind was spinning, trying to find meaning for the words, even though I knew very well what each one meant.
"What?"
"She thinks that if I seduce you, you would help our family more in the future, and they won't have to worry about anything," she adds as if she is unaware of the implication of what she has just said.
I clear my throat and push myself further until my back connects with the wall. "Do you want to?" I asked, and instead of a strong no from her, the kind that I would expect after the fiasco she made on the night she came here, she stared at me for a while. Was I the stupid one to ask such a question?.
"I can't." Her response is more of an admission rather than a response to me. I knew very well that she didn't, and I was a grown man; I could control myself.
", we both know that you don't want to have sex with me, and it would be a waste of time for you to try."
"Yes, yes," she let out and stood up, ready to leave me in the room. Her hand lingers on the door handle for a while before she turns to me and crosses her hands over her stomach. "It's not you," she whispers, and my eyebrows go up to almost meet my hairline.
"What?"
"It's not because it's you; if it were anybody, my decision would be the same." I am still lost on what she means, and she seems to catch up because she continues explaining. "I don't think I can ever have sex in my life; it's just too..."
"You don't have to explain to me," I cut her off. I do not know how I could console her if she opened up her emotional baggage. I had an idea of what Enoch did to her, but I do not know how deep that scar ran, and this was not the right time to open it up. I have no idea when the right time is, but not now.
"Are you sure? I'm sure I owe you an explanation," she chokes out as if she were on the verge of tears.
"No, you don't," I say, waving my hand in the air. I want to move closer to assure her, but I can't; my legs don't work, and I can't tell why.
"I know when you were getting married, you wanted a wife who would be able to perform all of those duties for you, but then you got stuck with me." She bows her head and stares at her moving feet.
"," I call her name, and her head comes up. "I'm fine, and you don't need to explain."
"I need to," she sounds adamant, and I know now that she might not leave until she has let her mind out. "I am sorry I had to come and be a bad sport, and I am not asking you to understand; I just wish you would agree fully with me."
"Of course I would," I say, nodding. "You don't have to worry about anything; I would have liked it, but I can survive without it," I say, trying to make her understand, even though I was not sure if I did myself.
"Oh god!" she exclaimed, slamming her face into her palm. "I am sorry; I don't know what to do."
"You don't have to do anything; you are worried about nothing." I feel myself getting a grip on myself, and the confidence I had felt when she walked into the house returns, even though it was for a slight moment.
"I don't know if this is appropriate, but thank you. Thank you for understanding; it means a lot to me." She turns to the handle and is out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I can't seem to sift through them as they rage in my mind. I sit on the bed and stare at myself in the mirror opposite the bed. I had been a little happy that she was coming, and then I found out that she would never let me touch her. I had not expected us to make love to each other, but the thought that we were married was supposed to count for something.
Instead of focusing my mind on whatever it is that is happening, I take my phone and call Theo. Since she had been okay with us helping Cory, even though I was the one who put him in that situation in the first place, I guess I do not mind helping him out.
"Boss," Theo sounds tired, and I hear it, but I push the thoughts out of my mind immediately.
"How much damage has the news on Cory Thamore done?" I ask, and he makes a sound at the back of his throat.
"Not enough; the Wolfe family keeps trying to help them take it off, but our people work tirelessly to make sure it stays on the net." Theo's answer is just what I want to hear. The Wolfe and Thamore men think they can overpower me; they have forgotten how powerful I have risen to be.
" got a call from her family..."
"And they want you to help take it down," he cuts me off, and I nod. "And you want me to help take it down?" he asked, shock in his voice. "Are you sure of this? Why put it out there only to take it off after a few days? Does this make sense? Are you sure of..."
"I am sure," I cut him off, and he sighs.
"Because of ? How can she agree to this?"
"We both agree that this isn't going to do much harm to Cory in the long run, and we want something for lasting impact," I say. The line is silent. Theo does not agree with us, and usually I would have listened to him, but this was what wanted, and what she wants, she gets.
"Just take it off." What she wants, she gets. And for the first time, that terrified me.