EVERLASTING (Charlotte's Story)

Chapter 39/186: Once-in-a-Blue-Moon(s)

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I shuddered as his fingers went beneath the shirt, and were some centimeters away from my panties and that... area. 

Upon my shudder, the man before me seemed to stiffen slightly, as a blink escaped him. For a second, it was as though he didn't realize how his body was acting on its own. 

He took a step back, and moved into the room again, as I eyed him breathlessly. My heart was still beating fast like a psycho, and I could feel every inch of my thigh flushed under the effect of his touch.

His expression remained unfazed, as he headed to the left side of the room, to the corner where a long bar-like table was placed next to the couch and some feet away from the bed. 

I just eyed him in confusion silently. 

What... what was this weird last task he suddenly wanted of... me?

He reached the table with confident and strong steps. There, lied a white silky blanket that seemed to be hiding some object beneath it. The object seemed relatively huge. He removed the blanket, slowly yet eagerly from above what it was hiding. 

I gasped. This...

It was all brown, carved with delicate and exquisite classical curves and shapes. The sound horn was a golden hibiscus flower desiring sunrays and sol keys.

A gramophone.

A very vintage and aesthetic one...

Beside it, rested a range of round records and discs of different genres and covers. 

I couldn't help my flabbergasted expression, as I just gaped at the scene silently. 

Rickard Ellington Conway ran his steeped fingers on the discs, shuffling gently, carefully, and deliberately. And as though he possessed preplanned knowledge, he chose the disc he fancied, placing it on the turntable of the gramophone, as he set the graceful needle on it smoothly. And I suddenly found myself wishing it was my skin he was touching so... seductively, instead of that needle. 

No, I didn't just think that!

Seconds after that, a very soft classical and romantic music started playing.

*music on*

It was primarily dominated by piano yet also violin, and somehow subconsciously, I felt my nerves relaxing at the sound.

The president turned at that, as his handsome and devilish orbs rested on me. 

He utilized their magic in a rather strategic manner, as he intensified them, enough to enhance their beauty and depth. Additionally, he regulated the harshness and coldness they possessed in a way that preserved his pride and conceit, yet also did not... push me away.