A Ring For Nichole?

The master bedroom was a spacious part of the house. From the door, the light brown hard wood floor expanded, then fell into a dip of stairs before her. There was a customized gym by her side, cleaned and beckoning for a few activities, which she resisted. Down the stairs, was a sitting area, decorated to the taste of luxury. At the far-left side, below the gym, was a state-of-the-art library, built into the wall and filled with books. A door that led to a walk-in closet was beside the library.

By the right, his bed at majestically, covered in linen sheets and plush pillows. A mini office to the side of the bed; and below, a compartment with a locked door and red knob. A 'Restricted' sign was written on it, but none of these drew her attention, like the large, expansive window, with a breathtaking view of the night sky celebration, and the Southampton Sea, ablaze with a succession of attractive colors, exploding in the sky, as they swirled and merged.

Truce watched her move lightly to the window, the night breeze fluttering her hair. "Oh my…" she said as she watched the sea glimmer like polished obsidian, reflecting vibrant hues of the firework display.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" she just nodded, not looking at his face. She felt like she would watch the view forever. Truce hugged her from behind. His strong arms around her and his warmth filled her with peace and security. She sighed satisfactory; this was the best feeling she had felt in a long time.

Slowly, he trailed soft kisses on her neck, pushing her soft dark hair back, pressing her body tightly against him, she felt a huge bulge in his pants, and moaned both in surprise and pleasure.

"Anna…" he said breathlessly, and she whirled around to face him. He looked like a vicious, angry dog, ready to tear her to pieces. "Anna…" He said again and she shrank into herself in fright. Sam never looked as passionate as Mister Truce did right now and she was scared. Truce saw her fear, and with no way to reassure her, he leaned down to kiss her.

He was gentle, reassuring and loving. He ran his hands up and down her back and arms, touching her, pressing her even closer to him, then she moaned into his mouth. Dizzy with emotion, something flashed in his eyes and the kiss was no longer languorous.

The sweetness instantly turned to fire. Anna could feel his body against hers, white-hot and molten, her mouth granting him access, inviting him in. it was fierce and explosive, passionate and wild. She angled her head to kiss him harder, deeper. He thrust his fingers into her dark curls, burning with desire, giddy with love.

A scroll appeared behind Anna, Truce's eyes snapped opened and he drew back, dragging dep breaths like he just resurfaced from the depths of the ocean. Anna opened her eyes, but he wasn't looking at her. She started turning around to see what it was. Something was always spoiling the show, it was always either him or-

She saw the blank scroll, dancing in air and glowing in golden light. She froze in horror as words, strange words appeared on it. She couldn't read a thing, so she turned to look at Mister Truce who wore a repentant smirk on his face. He knew this was his last warning, and someone was watching him closely.

Bemused, Anna looked back to see the scroll, squinting like a bag of nails, she tried to see if she could understand it. It looked like a mix of German and Russian. Then it disappeared from her face, like it was never there. She let out a cry of disbelief.

She turned around again, to see Mister truce grinning at her. Then he pushed his hair backwards and left his hands on his head for a second, before he leaned down to plant a deep kiss on her lips.

"You've seen weird things for one night, haven't you?" he was grinning sweetly at her.

"Well, what did it say? I couldn't read a single word from it."

"It said to start calling me Truce, sweet lips. And not Mister Truce." He fiddled with her hair.

"I don't believe you." How can someone exaggerate a matter so big, and act like it didn't matter? He turned from her, planting his hands in the front pocket of his pants

"I have to fulfil my promise to you and cleanse your blood, Anna. If I had led you on, I would've drawn your essence and left you to die within three days."

Blood drained from her face, and he pulled her into a bear hug, reassuring her, he took her to his bed. She held his arm tightly as he laid behind her and pulled her close to himself, smiling and pushing her hair away from her face, he whispered into her ear, "Go to sleep Lady Ruby, I'm here."

Anna's eyes fluttered open by ten in the morning, with no sight of Mister Truce in the room. She sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the late morning light that poured in from the window, chirping birds excited for the morning, and the surf of the ocean. Everything looked so luxurious in daylight. Her eyes fell to the bedside table. Curious to see what was inside, she drew it open.

 A picture of Nichole smiling sweetly into a microphone; dressed in white, with a large red cap hiding her brown hair. She wore a red lipstick as she addressed people in suits at a conference. She looked every inch of the confident business woman that she was. Under the picture was a gold ring. She tilted her head to the right, confused, trying to understand why her picture would be here, with a ring. Then it struck her why she found them on this side of the bed.