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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 15)

Posted by on September 13, 2016.


Helen tiptoed backwards, breath held. She definitely did not want either Kelechi or Bukola to know she had just seen them kissing each other passionately. Why was everything getting so complicated in her life? Just two weeks ago, she had been content with her fairly boring existence, but intrigue and secrets were chasing her around these days, nipping at her ankles everywhere she turned. Why was she attracting all this drama?!

She looked up and threw a silent prayer upwards. God, please let my village people stop turning my pot. This one don pass me o!

She took a few more steps and one of her retreating feet bumped into a ceramic flowerpot. The large vase rocked on its base and she turned around and gripped it immediately, wincing as the large artificial leaves of the decorative plant in the vase covered her face. She closed her eyes in exasperation, as a feeling of déjà vu came over her. This was just like when she had been outside Bernard’s door a few weeks ago and the glasses on the tray she was carrying betrayed her presence.

Had they heard the flowerpot shifting?

Heaven knew this time she wasn’t waiting around to find out.

Dust from the artificial leaves in the flower vase tickled her nose and she clamped a hand to her face, stifling a sneeze. That was it, Helen thought crossly, I’m out of here.

She slowly loosened her grip from the flower vase and hastily turned to leave, then she ran into something that felt like a wall. There was an explosion of paper and the breath was knocked out of her body.

She began to fall and was saved by a pair of strong arms.

“Woah! Miss Bassey!” Lionel was looking down at her in concern. It was his chest she had run into. “Are you okay? Where’s the fire?”

The sheaf of papers he had been holding continued to fall down around them. One slowly landed on her head.

Helen clamped one hand to her own drumming chest and the other to her forehead, pushing the piece of paper off. “Jeeezus! Where did you come out from? You almost scared me to death. And why are your abs so rock hard?!”

A grin tugged at Lionel’s lips and Helen’s eyes widened. What had she just said to her boss?!

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry sir..!”

“It’s fine, Miss Bassey.” Lionel interrupted, looking down at her with real concern. “No offense taken. I did come around the corner pretty fast, and my arms were filled with Kelechi’s documents, so I wasn’t looking. What happened to you? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Well, I just saw the ghost of something you thought was a relationship, Helen thought wryly to herself.

“No, sir. I was just… I’m so sorry.” She said aloud, stuttering.

“No more apologies, Helen.” Lionel said sternly. “Now tell me what made you so jumpy; it’s definitely not just because you ran into me.”

Helen tried to gather her wits together to give a reply, but paused when she realized he had just called her by her first name. Then even more disturbing, she noticed he was still holding her.

His arms rested firmly on her lower back, his touch soft and hard at the same time; their lower bodies were so close, their hips touched. Helen gasped as she felt the heat coming from his body. She felt so fragile, like he could pull her to himself with one move, moulding their bodies together till she was totally enveloped in his warmth. She would be unable to break away from his caress; she felt drugged just being this close to him, like his cologne was intoxicating her. Wildly, she wondered how it would feel to kiss him. Would his lips be soft? And was he the type to slide his palm behind a woman’s neck as he kissed her?

Confused, she put out her arms to push him away, and they fell on his chest. She looked up at him and suddenly found herself unable to move. His eyes were intent, staring into her with what she could swear was desire. She was no blushing maiden; she had dated her fair share of men, so she knew when a man was looking at her with lust in his eyes.

The look in Lionel’s eyes was unmistakable. He wanted her at that moment and God help her, she wanted him too.

She tried to speak and his eyes followed the movement of her soft lips, his gaze narrowing with something she was sure was also reflected in her eyes. It would feel so good, so easy to just lean forward, bridge the physical gap between them and press her lips to his….

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this cute?” a voice suddenly shattered the spell.

Helen gasped and dropped her hands from Lionel’s body immediately. She saw the feral light fade from his eyes and reason swam back into his gaze again, before he slowly loosened his grip on her waist and looked behind her to where Bukola and Kelechi were standing.

Helen took a deep breath and stepped away from her boss, turning to face his fiancé and friend.

This wasn’t going to be pretty.

To Be Continue

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4 Responses

  1. Nawo

    by Sane on Sep 13, 2016 at 7:54 am

  2. OMG

    by Maris on Sep 13, 2016 at 9:11 am

  3. Interesting

    by Anonymous on Sep 13, 2016 at 12:01 pm

  4. I 😍 looooooove this story

    by Anonymous on Sep 24, 2016 at 5:14 pm

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