THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS-Chapter 400: Shower Together

As Steffan was trying to force himself to pull out of the deep maze, Lauren’s scream pierced through the fog of his failing consciousness just before he felt a numbing pain from the force of a hard object hitting the back of his head.

He grunted as his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as the darkness threatened to swallow him whole.

Lauren’s second horrified scream seemed to come from a far distance was the last thing he heard before the world around him faded black.

Lauren rushed to his side, her hands shaking as she tried to rouse him, but Steffan was unresponsive.

The thugs loomed over them, their victory clear. The tall thug grabbed Lauren by the arm, pulling her away from Steffan’s unconscious form.

"Let’s go," he snarled, dragging her toward the SUV.

Lauren was too weak to struggle as she was forced into the vehicle. It looked as if all her bones had melted away with Steffan’s collapse, tears blurred her vision which were still fixed on Steffan’s still body when the door slammed shut behind her. Tears blurred her vision

The SUV roared to life and sped off, leaving Steffan lying by the side of the road, alone and probably dead.

As the SUV disappeared into the distance, the sound of another vehicle approached and parked directly beside the body.

A pair of long legs in finely polished leather shoes stepped out of the car and carefully approached the still figure beside the road.

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Two months later, in a small cottage, a man sat in a swivel chair gazing soullessly at the window whose curtains were dancing to the rhythm of the wind.

He seemed not to be interested in the mouthwatering aroma of the foo coming from the kitchen nor the clatter of kitchen utensils which sounded as if a battle was going on in there.

He didn’t even look up when he heard the sound of soft footsteps paddling from the kitchen to the dinning table that appeared to have been made just for two.

He only turned his head covered in soft beards that needed shaving when he heard the honeyed voice call out to him.

"Steff darling, dinner is served. Please come over let’s eat."

"Humph," he mumbled and rose to his feet.

Standing beside the dinning was a stunning woman, with long dark hair cascading over her shoulders and piercing eyes that seemed to hold a mysterious allure.

She was clad in a semi see through nightgown that left little to the imagination. One didn’t need any effort to see her curves were clearly displayed in the thin fabric that barely covered up to her knees.

She made sure to pile enough food onto his plate and the man ate with the same casual indifference he had displayed since he opened his eyes and found in this unfamiliar environment.

"I’m full," Steffan’s dropped his cutlery and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

"You have to eat well Steffan. Remember what you promised me tonight," the woman said with a suggestive smile that left no room for guessing.

"Thanks for the meal, Dolly, but I really can’t take anymore."

"If you say so," Dolly sighed in resignation as she saw the full plate of food that had barely been touched.

Well, he didn’t mention anything about the second part of her reminder which means he wasn’t going to renerge on his promise.

She couldn’t wait to have him tonight. Even with that thought, she felt a rush of blood in her breasts and her nipples tightened inexplicably against the thin fabric of her nightgown. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She hurried up with her food and quickly cleared the table, dumping all the dishes in the kitchen. She would take care of that in the morning, that’s if she’s able to move about after the battle they’d be fighting throughout the night.

She pretended to be interested in the sports news Steffan was reading on the newspaper while closing the distance between them.

When she was sure her body was close enough that any slight movement from him would cause an imminent contact, she stopped.

She drank in his scent while waiting for him to finish, all the while her mind never failed to come up with different bedroom techniques she’d deploy on him.

It took an agonizing, nerve wrecking thirty minutes before Steffan expressed his wish to go to bed to which she readily agreed to.

In the bedroom, the tchanged the light to a light blue, setting the tone for the moment.

"I need to take a shower," she heard Steffan say just when she thought they’d dive straight into the business for the night.

"But you had your bath his evening," she complained.

"I still think I have to wash up first. I’ve sweated since then and so should you, especially after working in the kitchen," Steffan added.

Hearing that, Dolly’s eyes lit up with excitement. How come she never thought of this great idea before.

It would be more amazing to shower together. They might even go about two rounds there in the shower.

But Steffan’s next words wiped off that look faster than a duster. "I’ll go first," he said and trodded off to the bathroom they shared.

"Oh," Dolly could only mutter like a deflated balloon.

She didn’t know if it was deliberate or not but Steffan ended up spending close to a freaking twenty minutes in the bathroom.

Which man takes that long to take a shower especially when such a hot dish is waiting for him to devour as soon as he gets out?

Dolly who has been blissfully wet just imagining Steffan’s naked body in the shower and had to help herself once, finally couldn’t bear it and went to knock on the bedroom door which Steffan had as meticulous enough to have locked from inside.

Her hand was almost on the door when it opened and Steffan emerged with water dripping from his dark hair, making it more hard for Dolly to hold back.

She sprang on him immediately, throwing decency to the wind but unfortunately, was warded off by Steffan’s outstretched arms who seemed to have a anticipated her move.

"Your turn," he said gesturing with his chin to the bathroom which was still open.

Reluctantly, Dolly nodded and moved inside like a little girl who had been denied a visit to Santa.

As the door closed behind her, Steffan shook his head casually as if nothing had happened.

After drying his hair, he got in the bed, drawing the covers around him.

By the time Dolly came out of the bathroom, which was a record breaking two minutes, he heard the snoring from the bed.

"Tell me this is a joke," she said to no one in particular. She climbed into bed and shook the man that was dripping with water barely five minutes ago but was now sleeping like a log of wood.

When she got no response, she tore open his shirt and climbed on him. There was no way she was going to allow him get away from him tonight.

He might have lost his memory, so what? That doesn’t mean he had also lost the ability to respond to the most basic primitive desires. She wanted him and she was going to have him tonight.