Twisted Love 28 Restless Night 3

Vincent had not taken offense of Sofia's abrupt departure, he knew what would happen after she had drunk the lemon juice. After all he was the one who made it, a mixture of water and vodka. The lemon piece was nothing but a distraction from the actual taste.

Someone with low tolerance to alcohol would fall asleep after some sips. And Sofia had not even touched alcohol before in her life. Getting her drunk was as easy as ABC.

Sitting back on his seat, Vincent continued to drink in the dark. The only reason he was sitting there in the first place was to wait for Sofia. He would never had sat in the uncomfortable kitchen chair when he had comfortable cus.h.i.+on seats in his office with ready supply of his favorite alcoholic drinks.

His calculations were on point. It was her first night in this house and to top it of she also saw him masturbating in his office by mistake. Both of them added together, she would have had a hard time falling asleep and that is something he did not want to happen.

The only times he could get near and touch her was when she was sleeping, and her being awake was not in his favor.

He slowly finished his drink as he was in deep thought. The following few steps in his plan were crucial to success. If something goes wrong then everything would be finished.

He made his way up the stairs quietly. His whole journey was filled with plans of the future, things that should be done for success. As he reached Sofia's bedroom, he noticed her door was not fully closed. This made it much easier for him to enter her room.

Entering her room, the view was breathtaking. There she lay on the bed without covers on her slim and s.e.xy body.

Tonight she was wearing a white almost see through over the clothes night gown that was kimono style. The actual pajamas underneath would not be considered pajamas at all, they would be called lingerie. The dress was long enough to just cover the private areas, the neck was hanging low on her braless chest.

When he had seen her in the kitchen before, he could not have imagined what lay underneath the kimono, but now that he had seen, if was impossible to forget.

Not being able to control himself, Vincent traced the out line of Sofia's face lightly. This light innocent touch only ignited his pa.s.sion to a new level. He still had enough patience and self control to not go too far, but this ment that he traced and memorized her body like the back of his hand.