Shawn's POV
I arrived at Mr Roberts' mansion.
I rang the doorbell. Mr Roberts opened the door. "Shawn," he called out, looking at me with weary eyes.
"Good evening, Uncle. I need to speak to Laura."
He frowned. "She left some minutes ago and I have no idea where she went to. She seemed sad and upset. I'm worried… is she alright?"
I didn't want to bother him. "Yes, she's fine. Maybe, she's meeting up with a friend. I'll reach out to her and know where she is."
He stretched out his hand and tapped my shoulder. "Laura's in your care. I trust you'll take very good care of her."
"I will."
I got back into my car and called Laura's line. It took nine rings before she finally answered my call. "Laura, where are you?"
"S-shawn, I-I'm fine," she stuttered.
"Are you drunk?"
"N-no," she laughed. "I-I just had two glasses of whisk…" her voiced trailed off.
"I'm coming to get you, right now. Where are you?"
"Leave me alone," I heard her say. "Don't come near me."
I became more worried. "Laura, is there a problem?"
"A man is troubling—"
"Give me the phone, now, sweetie," I heard the voice of a man. Who the hell was he?
"N-no," Laura yelled.
I could hear background music. Was she in a clubhouse or something?
"Laura, where are you?" I didn't get any response, instead the call ended. I tried calling her again but she didn't pick up. She was in trouble. I needed to find her.
I drove to the nearest clubhouse I could find. There were dim lights and it was crowded. It was definitely going to be hard to find Laura, if she was in this clubhouse. "Laura," I screamed. "Laura."
I walked up to the bar attendant. "Excuse me, have you seen a lady with hazel eyes, long hair—"
"I've seen a lot of girls. I can't even remember what they look like. But if this is of any help to you, a man took a lady from here, some minutes ago."
"Where did he take her to?"
"No idea. Now, leave me alone. I have people to attend to."
I leaned over and grabbed him by the shirt. "Don't you dare speak to me, rudely," I growled. "And I don't give a damn about the people you want to attend to. I'm here for my woman and if you have the slightest idea where she is, you better start talking."
He struggled to get my hand off his shirt but my grip was too tight. "Let go of my shirt, man. I already told you what I know. He must have taken her to one of the rooms."
"If I don't find her, I'll come back for you." I let go of his shirt and walked away.
I was walking towards the corridor, when I saw a woman come out of a room.
"Do you work here?" I questioned.
She looked down on the tray in her hand. "I bet if I didn't work here, I wouldn't have this tray in my hand and I wouldn't be dressed in this shitty gown and I wouldn't have to condone men drugging women's drink and trying to rape them—"
I was about to walk away, when she said that. "The room you came out of, was there a man and a woman in it?"
"I have gone out of three rooms and it's just the same," she snapped. "Alright, I have to get back to work or my boss will get mad."
"I need the room numbers of the room you came out of. And who the hell is your boss?"
She stared at me for a few seconds. "Why is a handsome man like you interested in—"
"Be quiet!" I snapped. "I don't have much time. Give me the details of what I asked."
She sighed. "Room 102, 111 and I guess 134. And my boss's name is Andrew Brandon. I better not lose my job because I told you this."
Andrew Brandon? Lorenzo's business rival? Well, there was definitely nothing good to expect from the Brandon family. They were always into illegal stuffs.
I watched as she hurriedly left.
I rushed into room 102 and saw a man trying to force himself on a woman I couldn't see. I rushed to him, dragged him off the woman and started punching him. "How dare you?" I turned to the lady, "Laura, are you alright?"
"I'm Dana. What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
I turned back to the elderly man. Shit! I was in the wrong room. "Well, a piece of advice for you dickhead, this girl is old enough to be your daughter. You can offer help to her and not sleep with her. I bet you wouldn't want your own daughter in her shoes."
"Oh, don't you dare lecture me. She's getting paid. You're the dickhead here, because you barged into my room and started giving me lectures."
I could hear Dana sob which caught my attention. "I'm nineteen and my mum needs money for her treatment. I've never done this before, I swear. I just need the money."
I walked closer to here, crouched in front of her. I brought out my contact card. "Call me and I'll help you. Now, go home. Fast."
She climbed out of the bed and grabbed her clothes, wore it and left the room.
"How dare you ruin my enjoyment? Who the hell do you think you are?" the man yelled from behind.
I ignored the man and left the room. I forgot the other rooms that lady had mentioned. Then, I heard Laura's voice. She was yelling. I traced the room she was in and pushed the door open.
I rushed at the guy, dragged him to the wall and hit his face on the wall. I hit the man's head on the wall again. "Did you sleep with her?"
He didn't respond.
"Answer me," I yelled, dragging him by his hair.
"I haven't touched her, yet," he stuttered.
"How dare you even lay a finger on her?" I screamed, punching him. "You imbecile!" I dashed another blow to his face. "Get out, before I kill you with my bare hands."
He ran off.
I walked to Laura who was curled up on the bed, crying. I sat beside her and caressed her hair. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't here on time."
She didn't respond.
"He didn't do anything to you, right?"
"No," she muttered, sitting up. "He… he tried forcing me to drink from a glass. I refused…"
"…he got mad and smashed the glass on the floor…" she paused, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She hugged me. "I don't know what would have happened if you didn't show up," she cried softly.
"Let's get out of here," I said, standing.
"I can't walk," she said.
I glanced down at her leg and saw it was bandaged. "That idiot did this to you?"
I stepped on the glass, while trying to get away.
"Goddamn it! I shouldn't have let that bastard get away. I'm sorry, Laura," I said. I bent low and carried her in my arms.
Minutes later, we were in my car.
"I can't go home in this state." She was turned away from me and looking out of the window. I could hear her sob. "Did my dad call you?"
"No, I stopped at your place. Uncle is damn worried about you," I said, driving away.
***
I had Laura cleaned up by my maid. She laid in bed, shaking a bit.
"If you need anything just let me know—"
"Stay," she muttered.
"Huh?"
"Stay please," she bellowed.
"Okay. I'll set up the couch—"
"No. Not on the couch. On the bed with me," she sounded scared.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm not," she cried out.
I walked to the bed and laid beside her. I held her in my arms. "Everything is going to be fine," I said, patting her hair, softly.
"Why can't I just forget about him?" she sobbed. "Why does he act like he wants me when he doesn't want me? Perhaps, I should move on and forget him. I should try and love someone else, that's the way I can forget him."
"Everything's going to be fine," I said to her, as her fingers traced my buttons.
She lifted her head to look at me. I locked eyes with her. She was very beautiful and didn't deserve to be hurt or treated the way she was being treated by that dickhead.
She moved closer to me and kissed my lips. I caressed her hair and deepened the kiss but it didn't feel right. Perhaps, she was doing this to forget about Lorenzo. I should be happy that she's giving me a chance. I should make use of this chance but I just couldn't. I didn't want to hurt her.
"Laura," I called out, ending the kiss. "Don't do what you'll regret."
"I want you to make love with me and I swear I won't regret it," she said, her hands unbuttoning my shirt.
I couldn't stop her. I badly wanted her. But I had no idea if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I got out of my shirt. She traced my tattoos. "You tattooed my name, Lena and Luke's name?"
I nodded.
She slowly kissed my neck and moved to my chest. Then she took off her shirt. "This might just be what I really need to move on."
I grabbed her by the waist and gently pressed her against my body. She was fire, she was sexy, she was amazing and the way she breathed made me want her more.
I began to kiss her. I licked and tasted the sweetness of her lips. My right hand moved to her left breast and I fondled it. I placed wet kisses on her neck. I could feel her heartbeat racing and her breathing faltered.
I felt her body, then lowered myself to her graceful waist. She was delicate, soft and tender. I wondered how Lorenzo could have let go of such an amazing woman like Laura.
I zipped down her trousers and she got out of it. She was in her underwear. A black lingerie pant. I kissed in between her legs. It smelt nice. Heavenly was the word.
I slowly laid her on the bed, as she caressed my hair. I began to slowly pull off her pant, but stopped halfway. I looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you want this? If you do, I want to hear you say it."
She didn't respond. I could tell she wasn't sure of it.
I pulled her underwear back on, lowered myself, kissed her navel, her chest, her neck and her forehead and got out of bed. "You have a nice body and I badly want to have it all to myself. But I won't hurt you or take advantage of your situation, Laura. You'll have to want this as much as I do."