The Blood Contract
Chapter 19: Order

Chapter 19: Order

Dr. Marlowe succeeded in pulling Serena away from the door and was trying to make the struggling girl face the other way when she heard Lucian’s door open. She froze for a moment, her heart racing as she saw him step out. Instantly, she used her palm to cover Serena’s mouth, silencing any potential outburst.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Draven," Dr. Marlowe said, her voice steady but laced with a hint of urgency. She forced a small, apologetic smile. "She did not knock. It was my elbow that hit the door while I was pulling her away." Her words tumbled out quickly, her tone smooth and practiced, as if she had rehearsed the lie a hundred times.

Just as expected, Serena tried to speak, but her words came out muffled as Dr. Marlowe’s hand remained firmly over her mouth. Her eyes blazed with anger, and she struggled against the older woman’s grip, though not enough to break free.

Lucian’s gaze lingered on Serena for a moment, his expression unreadable. His jaw tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to decipher the muffled words she was struggling to voice. For a fleeting second, his lips parted as if he might speak, but then he turned away. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the hallway in silence.

Dr. Marlowe exhaled slowly, her shoulders sagging with relief. She gently guided Serena away from the door.

"Come with me, Serena. Please," Dr. Marlowe pleaded, her voice soft but insistent. She nudged Serena slightly toward the other direction, where her room was located. After a moment of hesitation, Serena reluctantly agreed and followed the woman.

With the coast clear and the drama ended, Darrell turned around, only to find Adrian standing beside him, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips.

"I thought you said to mind your business," Darrell said, his tone sharp and accusatory. "What are you doing here?"

Adrian’s smirk widened, and he shrugged nonchalantly. "Making sure you don’t get into trouble, since you don’t seem to know the meaning of minding your business," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turned and began walking back down the stairs, adding over his shoulder, "Also, this house has been boring for too long. Watching a little entertainment wouldn’t hurt."

"Your boss’s marital issue is what you’re calling entertainment?" Darrell asked casually.

Adrian paused halfway down the stairs and glanced back, his smirk still firmly in place. "You watched it too, didn’t you? Was it entertaining or not?" he countered, raising an eyebrow.

Darrell opened his mouth to retort but quickly shut it, his lips pressing into a thin line. He shook his head and muttered under his breath, "I concluded she wasn’t a badass when I first saw her, but it turns out she’s scary as fuck." With that, he followed Adrian down the stairs.

Back in Serena’s room, Dr. Marlowe gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. The older woman sat beside her.

"I know you’re angry," Dr. Marlowe started, her voice soft and soothing, "but I need you to calm down." Her eyes searched Serena’s face, her expression a mix of concern and empathy.

Serena’s gaze dropped to her hands, which were clenched tightly in her lap. Her nails dug into her palms, leaving faint crescent marks.

"Why should I calm down?" she asked, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I didn’t ask for any of this." Her words were barely above a whisper, but the pain in them was unmistakable.

Dr. Marlowe’s expression softened, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from Serena’s face. "I know what will help you," she said, her tone reassuring. "I would have made preparations for it if I had known it would start today, but I can still get it ready. Just give me about an hour, and I’ll bring it here for you."

Serena’s eyes flicked up to meet Dr. Marlowe’s, a flicker of curiosity breaking through her anger. "What’s that, and how is it going to help me?" she asked.

"It’s a drink," Dr. Marlowe explained, her tone calm and steady. "It will take me about an hour to prepare, but it will help you sleep through this period. Just wait for me here, and don’t go to Lucian’s door anymore." She paused, then added, "You could take a shower—a cold one, preferably—or you could visit the pool to take your mind off whatever your body is going through right now. I’ll let you know when it’s ready."

Serena’s eyes lit up the moment Dr. Marlowe mentioned the pool. She remembered she had bought a swimsuit earlier in the day when they went shopping, specifically for that purpose.

While being shown around the house earlier, she had seen the beautiful pool, and it had reminded her of her small house in Vieira. For that reason, she had promised herself to have a soak in the pool, which had influenced her decision to get the swimsuit.

"I think I’ll go swimming," Serena said, nodding her head. "I already had a shower. Swimming will do much better for me. Thank you for the suggestion."

Dr. Marlowe smiled, relief washing over her features. "I’ll go prepare the medicine," she said, giving Serena’s hand a gentle squeeze before standing up and leaving the room.

Once alone, Serena moved to her shopping bags, rummaging through them until she found the swimsuit. She held it up, the fabric soft and cool against her fingers, and quickly changed into it, putting on a black silk, mid-thigh, swim robe over the two piece swimwear. She grabbed a towel and headed out of her room.

However, her steps soon slowed when she caught sight of a black-haired lady who had just arrived on the top floor. The woman was seductively dressed in a gray micro-mini, body-hugging dress with an extremely low neckline that left little to the imagination. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red and she had black heels on.

A look of confusion flashed across the woman’s features as her eyes met Serena’s, but she didn’t linger. Instead, she turned toward Lucian’s room and, in no time, was already inside, hidden from Serena’s view.

Serena’s stomach churned, and her hands tightened around the towel. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who that was—Mitchell. The name echoed in her mind, and her earlier threat to Lucian resurfaced in her mind. Her jaw clenched, and a fire ignited in her chest.

Going back into her room, she grabbed her phone and quickly searched for the website that offered the service she needed. She had never tried online meetup before, but once, someone had suggested it and she checked out the site for the fun of it. Who knew it would come in handy someday?

She scrolled through the profiles of different men who were close to her location, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen.

When she arrived at one profile she felt was decent enough, she instantly hit "order." Then, with a determined look on her face, she headed out again, this time calling out for Darrell in a loud voice.

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