Blind Spot by Sakshi C (the reader ebook TXT) 📕

The gray-black sky resounded with a tremendous roar before a bolt of lightning pierced the azure. The clouds started pouring the rain with more fervor, creating a refreshing melody with the earth. Inessa was standing on her balcony. Her face was tilted towards the sky and her eyes were closed. Gusts of rain sweeping through her wet hair. She shivered in cold but made no attempt to shield herself from the rain. For once, she felt good. 

It had been days since her last interaction with Danzel. She hadn't seen much of him since then. He also didn't approach her, not that she was complaining.

She returned to her room, filled with passion. Har hands were itching to paint. It had been quite long. So without delay, she got on the work. The empty canvas soon started to fill with multiple colors with each stroke of her brush. 

She drew two kids playing under a cloudy sky on a farm. A boy and a girl. They were jumping in a puddle without care. A soft smile crossed her lips as she painted the laughing boy. Andrei. He was like a frog always dancing and jumping in rain. He loved the rain. 

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It seemed the whole world was working together to rile him up. Today he lost an important project to a rival company. Stupid manager. He lost it because of one stupidity of his manager. Today, he fired the entire team but still, he wasn't satisfied. And then the rain. His scowl deepened. He hated rain. According to him, it was an error in nature's code.

He pulled into his driveway. It was still pouring cat and dog. Cursing under his breath, he got down the car and sauntered towards the mansion. As fate would have it, the rain intensified the moment he stepped down the car as if chastening him for his curses. 

Raking fingers through his wet hair, he entered the mansion. Other than the infrequent rumbling of thunder, the mansion was dead silent. He used to like silence in his mansion but now it made him feel nothing but empty. More often than not, he couldn't help but wonder how would it feel like coming home to the giggling and laughters of his children. His little monsters. He was 30 now. His mom and dad had been pestering him to get married for the last couple of years but he always dodged it. And whenever they would ask him the reason he wouldn't have anything to say. What could have he said? That he wanted to marry no one but his brother's betrothed. That he wanted his little brother's would-be wife to bear his children? The one he wanted was already someone else's and he couldn't be anyone else's. No matter how much he tried he just couldn't move on from those fascinating brown eyes and soft lips. 

Now that he had her, he could also dream of having a family. The first time the thought crossed his mind was when he was inside her for the first time. Mere the thought of impregnating her with his seeds had his heart soaring with happiness. He will breed her until they have, at least, four kids and more if she wanted. She would be a perfect mom and he would try to be the best dad for their kids, just like his own dad. He would shower them with love but also make sure they become the strongest. 

He was avoiding her for the last few days. Partially because of work and partially because he wanted to give her some time. He realized that though he was used to blood and kill, Inessa was new to this all. The woman needed to get used to this all though. One thing was certain he wasn't going to let her go so she needed to adapt to this new life. 

He had also fixed an appointment with a doctor for tomorrow. The doctor was going to do a thorough check-up of her and see if she can speak again. 

He started towards her room to inform her. The news could have waited till the dinner but he wanted to see her now. After this shitty day, he needed to be near her. 

He slowly opened the door to her room and found her painting. She was standing by the open window. It was still raining. Her white dress was clinging to her curves like a second skin. His eyes smoldered with lust. He deduced she had stepped out in the rain. Her hair was also damped but not much to resist the gusts of wind. The way they were swaying, sometimes hiding, and sometimes revealing her beautiful face. Fuck! It was killing him.  

Drawn to her, he strolled in and settled in a chair. His spellbound eyes refused to leave her fascinating face. He also noticed a soft smile hanging over her lips. Clearly, she was enjoying what she was doing. He had no idea that his doll was so invested in painting. He had rarely seen her smiling so naturally, it must be a big deal for her. Then and there, he decided to buy her an exhibition hall. They would organize monthly exhibitions for her where she would showcase her work to the world. 

He finally willed gis eyes to look at what she was painting. It was a painting of two kids playing together in the rain. A sense of pride filled him when he saw the art piece. He didn't know much about paintings and arts but he knew his Inessa was a talented painter. His doll was gifted. 

With the skill her hand was moving over the canvas, he couldn't help but feel aroused. Small patches of paint had adorned her face. She looked both comical and exciting. He didn't realize when he took to his feet. Watching her, he took off his jacket and then the shirt. Once he was done with the cloth, he started stalking towards her. 

Inessa stilled when she felt someone's presence behind her. Before she could react, a pair of hands clamped themselves on her waist and turned her around. 

Her heart froze for a moment when her eyes crashed into a pair of blue ones. His gaze was soft but there was something very sinister in his eyes. The way he was looking at her, she feared he was going to eat her alive. 

He slowly slid his hands down and laced his fingers through hers. Her hand was covered in colors. Without breaking their heated eye contact, he brought their hands up and pressed her soft hands over his hard-muscled chest.