Forbidden Heat novel Chapter 63

Edward guided me into the room before closing the large wooden doors behind us and locking it. I should be feeling scared to be locked in and alone with Edward in this unfamiliar room but surprisingly, I feel quite at ease and a little excited. The room was dark and cold except for some moonlight streaming in from a few windows. This room must be huge…

Edward left my side momentarily and soon the lights were on. The lights stung my eyes a little as my eyes adjusted to the light after being in the dark for so long. What I saw before my eyes surprised me to say the least. I wasn’t sure what to expect, probably a bleak and empty room that hasn’t been used for more than ten years. What I saw was a room frozen in time…almost literally.

If someone told me that a high school student was living here up until yesterday, I would believe them without any question. The room was clean but all signs of the owner of this room was still present and untouched. High school books, paper, pens and other writing materials scattered on the wooden desk. High school uniform bundled on the unmade bed. A high school uniform jacket laid on the back of the chair. Posters from bands popular from around ten plus years ago on the walls. Photograph in frames. Electronic gadgets from back in the days such as CD players and CDs scattered all over the coffee table. Thick science and mathematics textbooks in large piles on the floor stacked up against the wall. Sport uniforms, equipment and shoes spread on the floor along with a large sport bag. Magazines scattered on the black leather sofa…

“This…is your room?” I turned to ask Edward curiously.

“Technically, this was my bedroom. I lived here in this mansion and this wing belonged to me up until around high school,” Edward replied without providing much detail.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked. There must be some reason why he brought me here. The walk here was long, and we exposed ourselves to so much risk of being caught. I can’t imagine he would bring me here just to show me the room he used to live in.

“Why don’t I tell you a little story…” Edward whispered in my ear, and I felt goosebumps on my skin at the mysterious sound of his voice.

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“Come over here…” Edward beckoned to me as he sat on the bed.

We’re not going to do it, right? I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I didn’t feel like this was the right time…or place. I hesitated as I stood planted to where I was.

“I won’t take advantage of you, I promise. Unless you ask me to, of course. Now…come over here,” Edward addressed the worry in my mind. This man can read me like an open book.

I swallowed and slowly walked over to the bed until I was standing hesitantly next to the bed.

“Gotcha!!!” Edward exclaimed as he grabbed my body, pulling me down into the bed. He pinned my body down beneath his as he lay on top of me.

“Edward!” I almost screamed at him.

“Hahahaa! I’m joking. Sorry, you looked like you honestly thought I was going to jump you, I couldn’t resist,” Edward said while laughing so hard that he turned red. He quickly got off me so that we were just lying side by side on the king-sized bed.

I caught my breath after calming down from the shock of his surprise attack. I honestly thought he was going to start seducing me after he pinned me down. Some time Edward can be playful like a child, I took mental note. We were both quiet for a while as I patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts and start telling me his ‘little story’.

“A boy lived here with his family, his father, mother, older sister and older brother. When the boy was young, he believed that his family was the happiest. However, when the boy got a little older, he started realizing that there was something very wrong with his family. His father was always busy at work and rarely came home. Whenever, his father came home his mother would get so scared and depressed. One day he found out why. His father had been beating his mother probably for the longest time and blaming her for whatever the children did wrong. As the boy and his siblings grew up, his father became stricter on their lives. Their education, social skills, hobby and pretty much everything. The boy’s mother faded into almost nothing. Her health deteriorated and soon she was declared insane and got sent somewhere to be locked away…” Edward recounted the story passionlessly. It was clear that this story was of himself and his family but the way he told it was so detached as if he really was talking about someone else’s business.

He took me into his arms, and I leaned my head on his warm chest. I didn’t say anything to disturb his story. I just waited silently for him to continue.

--To be continued...