REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 41 – 50

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 41 – 50

CHAPTER 43 & 44.

WAVES AND CURRENT.

“All done,” Kracus announced, delivering a silent pat at the fresh bandage he’d wrapped around her wound.

Tesiera looked down at her injured arm, and then back at her boss, “Thank you, sir.”

“I know you struggle with that word, you know,” he said, turning her around to face him. He smiled a little, picked up a clean hand towel, dipped it in water, and began to wipe the cuts and bruises on her face.

Tesiera had acquired the bruises while fighting with Bose, and until Kracus began to clean them out, she had forgotten all about them. The silence between them was almost deafening as he worked.

“I’m also a doctor, so you can call me Doc instead of Sir,” Kracus offered, as he pulled out a small bottle of antiseptic solution. “This will sting a bit,” he warned, before applying the solution to her cuts.

Despite the stinging sensation, Tesiera didn’t flinch. She found herself looking up into Kracus’s eyes and taking in the smoothness of his face and the shape of his mouth.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she looked away and cleared her throat. “I can’t call you that. You’re my boss.” Why the hell do I keep getting distracted by him, what the hell is wrong with me?

“Well, now you’re also my patient, so it’s fitting,” Kracus responded with a little smile. He took a good look at her unsmiling, tired face and then took a deep breath. “Call me anything you feel comfortable with, Tesiera. Doc, sir, whatever. But I want you to be comfortable.”

Tesiera didn’t say anything, but Kracus didn’t expect her to. He knew she wasn’t much of a talker, and that was perfectly fine with him. It was a welcome change from his bodyguards, Bose and Clinton, who talked too much.

“I’ve never worked for anybody before. I work alone, always,” Tesiera finally spoke up.

“I know,” Kracus said, recalling all the research he had done on her before hiring her. “When we get back, you’ll get all your supplies as the new lifeguard protector, including bulletproof vests. I didn’t plan to hire one at work yesterday, so we were ill-prepared. This,” he pointed at her bullet wound, “shouldn’t have happened.”

As their eyes met, Kracus studied her compelling features and read the pain etched into them with fascination. “No wonder you’re The Torturer,” he murmured.

Tesiera looked confused, wondering about the sudden remark.

“For someone who inflicts pain on others, you take pain quite well,” Kracus explained, pulling out a small adhesive strip from the box and covering the bruises on her face.

Tesiera didn’t take offense at his statement; instead, she shrugged and said, “Physical pain is a language I understand.” When you deal with something for such a long time and spend years training to work with it, you become an expert at it. However, she kept that thought to herself.

“All done,” he announced, closing his kit.

Kracus and Tesiera stood up from the bed, their faces just inches apart, and their eyes locked in a deep and enigmatic gaze. The tension in the room was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. It felt as if time itself had slowed down, and they were lost in their own world, oblivious to everything around them.

Kracus couldn’t help but marvel at Tesiera’s beautiful eyes. Even though she had been injured and was technically his patient, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. Her brown eyes were like warm caramel, deep and rich with flecks of gold that shimmered in the light. They held a world of enigma and depth, drawing him in like a magnet.

Tesiera, too, was acutely aware of Kracus’s gaze. She could feel the intensity of it, like a physical thing, pulling her towards him. She knew she should break the gaze, that it was dangerous, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. There was something about Kracus that simply drew her in.

As they stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, the world around them seemed to fall away. It was just the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of time and space. The tension was so thick that they could almost taste it. It was a heady mixture of desire and uncertainty, and it was almost too much to bear.

Finally, Tesiera broke the gaze and took a step back. “You get some sleep,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a struggle to regain her composure. “I will take on the night duties and be on the lookout.”

Kracus shook his head firmly. “No, you took a bullet. You should sleep. This beach house is protected, no intruder can successfully get in without triggering the alarm.”

“I’m fine. I’m the bodyguard here, and I’m supposed to keep watch. You can go ahead and sleep.”

You’re wounded, you’re tired. Get some sleep, Tesiera.” His voice strengthened into an order, and from the look in his eyes, she saw that he wasn’t gonna back down this time.

“Alright, doc. I’ll do a perimeter check and make sure all alarms are turned on, then I’ll go to bed,” Tesiera reluctantly gave in. She was truly exhausted and ready to retire to bed, but whether she would be able to sleep peacefully was a different matter entirely.

Kracus nodded. “Alright. Goodnight.” As he turned to leave, he heard his name on her lips.

“Kracus,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped and looked back at her.

“Thank you for this,” she said, slightly lifting her injured shoulder.

He gave her a small smile, “You’re welcome, Tesiera.” he said before he exited the bedroom.

Fortunately, it was one of those nights that she slept well. When she lay down afterward, she was able to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 41 – 50

By 11 am the next morning, Tesiera was in her bedroom doing one of her occasional morning activities. She took out her collection of knives and started sharpening them one by one. It was one of her favorite pastimes, a soothing activity that helped her relax and focus her mind.

Kracus had informed her an hour ago that they’d be staying a few more days here because Hazel had a fever the night before. Then, she’d seen him going into the study room, probably to work and that was where he’d been since then.

A small knock came at her door. “Aunt Tetiena? Can I come in?”

Tesiera paused and glanced at the door. Tetiena? What was the little girl doing at her door? Maybe if she kept quiet the child would go away.

“Aunt Tetiena?” she knocked again.

Come in,” Tesiera responded against her better judgment.

The door rattled a bit, “It’s locked,” came the little voice.

Tesiera set her parang knife aside and got up from the bed, she went up to the door wondering why the girl came all the way to her room.

She opened the door to see Hazel beaming up at her. The girl was dressed in a colorful dress and a bow hair tie wrapped around her curly black hair. “I’m hungry, Aunt Tetiena.”

“What about the doc—your uncle?”

“He’s on the phone with someone for a long, long, time. I’m really hungry, please make breakfast aunt Tetiena,” she pleaded with doe-eyes, her lips pursed in a pout.

Tesiera’s brows furrowed at the strange request. She knew nothing about feeding a hungry child. Living alone and avoiding the company of other people, she cooked most of her meals. But those were concoctions she ate and was almost sure she’d end up poisoning the little girl if she cooked for her. She was a terrible cook.

“Please, aunt Tetiena!? Pleeeease?”

“Give me a minute,” Tesiera agreed reluctantly and went back into the bedroom to put her knives into their holsters. As she moved away from the door, Hazel saw the knives lying idly on the bed and her curiosity was pricked, her eyebrows squishing together.

“Aunt Tetiena, are those knives used for slicing vegetables?” She innocently questioned.

Tesiera was about to say, “nope, for slicing people,” but she bit her lips in the nick of time. Rather, she answered, “Yes, you’re right.”

Tesiera put the knives away hurriedly to avoid more questions and came back to meet Hazel. “Let’s head to the kitchen, shall we? You’re going to be assisting me with the cooking.” She stated.

“Yaaayyy” the girl responded with an excited beam on her face.

The girl was all bright and happy like she was before the attack, and Tesiera wondered if perhaps Hazel had forgotten about the attack after all.

REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 41 – 50

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