Chapter 95 - Sinclair's Constant Nagging

"You are doing great, Sinclair! Just go to her and handover the things."

Lord Sinclair appeared in front of the door of his room with the brown packet in his right hand, he assured himself that nothing would happen and mustered up the courage to step inside.

He was not sure whether Syna would appreciate his effort after all his intention was good, or she would scold him for not sending Madeleine instead popping up himself, to embarrass her.

"Here you are, Syna. I brought the things for you."

Sinclair dashed inside in one go and taking big steps he reached by the side of the bed, while Syna shot up in her place due to Sinclair's sudden barging. It seemed as if a burglar had sneaked into the room like a tornado. 

"Why are you in a hurry? What happened? What is it?"

Syna overlooked the brown packet and then stared at him with a questioning gaze.

"Err! It...it's the…open it yourself."

Sinclair flung out his arm with the packet in front of her face, after a failed attempt to utter the words. 

Syna stared at it for a few seconds and jaw dropped, she didn't comprehend that her mighty CEO boyfriend would bring her the stuff  all by himself, when her eyes stole a glance at him and saw Sinclair looking away from her. She witnessed his reddened ears and understood what would it be.

"Thank you, Sinclair."

Syna stretched her hand out of the duvet and grabbed Sinclair's hand first to force him for an eye contact, she then took the packet from his embrace. Sinclair smiled and covered his mouth with left hand but avoided to let his eyes meet hers, previously he wanted his bride to be at ease in that regard but now the lord was being coy.

"I need to use your bathroom, may I?"

Syna tried to get up from the bed and pushed the duvet off her body, as she asked for the permit from the lord, no doubt it was his room. 

Even if she was allowed to do anything she pleased as his girlfriend and didn't know anything about being his mate let alone the identity of her boyfriend. Syna would have never thought that her loving perfect pictured boyfriend was her destined husband and the same person whom she depicted as 'lord of dead' and 'cruel Ghost Lord'.

"Do you even need to ask me, everything is yours, my lady. Do as you please, it's your house."

Sinclair gave her a lopsided grin to which Syna smiled and attempted to get up from the bed, Sinclair slipped his right arm to support her shoulder. The supreme lord was already whipped by the lady long ago but right now he was willing to be her slave too, even if that was required. 

Sinclair fished his arm behind her silhouette and a warm cloth appeared out of nowhere, he covered her shoulders by it before Syna could take a step forward towards washroom. 

"Huh? I completely forgot to ask, you can do these magic tricks too?"

Syna remembered to question him about the little magic trick he did to clean the blood stain. The lady knew from Madeleine that including her they all had some powers but Syna predicted them to be lethal, like the bolt of Zeus or thunder of Thor, flying chariot of Apollo, but it stunned her that the privileges included these little things too.

"Hehe! You silly girl, you need to know a lot about your boyfriend. Yes, I can do such things easily and to clean that stain was a piece of cake."

Sinclair boasted about his abilities while raising his chin a little high, Syna pictured him with a long nose and a crown in her mind after hearing his flaunting. 

"What? Why are you laughing?"

He heard Syna' feeble chuckle as the lady couldn't hold back her laughter. Sinclair faced her with a quizzical look while he helped her to get up.

'Why I collect pieces of you, it is the fascination of my mind to see such exquisite beauty; that I cannot hold; the dismay and pain on knowing a small part of you and not having you'

Syna stole a glance at him again as she stood up from the bed with his help, she found Sinclair charmingly handsome and praised his gentleman manners. 

"Careful and slowly."

Her ears didn't seem to hear his cautionary advice as love made her deaf to all the words, the innocent bride gazed at him intently as she strode towards the bath room with his help.

'Hope comes to me when thee is near me; we dance a rhythm so beautifully; where kisses would touch thy lips most often; like the splashes of salty tides near a timeless shore; beneath thy feet; thy toes; steps thee makes towards me to steal another kiss;"

"Do you need my help anymore or you can go in yourself?"

Sinclair questioned her and his face wore seriousness and tone seemed tense, he was not shy anymore to ask such things. Syna was pulled out of her reverie because of his sudden voice, the lord didn't feel coy anymore, her genuine loving smile shooed off his assumed fears and hesitation. 

"Aye! No. No, I will manage myself. Thank you, just wait for me outside."

Syna could fathom what circumstances would be if she led Sinclair inside, after all he was a healthy young man and she was an untouched flower. No doubt she had the same feelings for him and at that moment Sinclair's hot, raspy breath was brushing the crook of her neck. The lady was already marked by him, but every time Sinclair was close to her, she used to melt in his embrace.

She considered herself luckier of all the women out there who endlessly tried their hands on him, but Sinclair never fell for lady and that provoked them to prove their farce tales by accusing him. Syna felt herself guilty for believing those rumours in the first place but gradually the lady found the truth, that brought her closer to him in fact she had already crept into his heart.

"Yes, of course. Call me if you need anything."

Although he offered his help to the lady yet his reddened ears said another story, his desires were heightened but it was not the right moment to attempt something naughty. Sinclair averted his gaze and looked away as he spoke to her at the doorstep of the bathroom.

His right arm rested at the dark brown frame of the bathroom door, while the left one rested on Syna' shoulder. Syna stitched her eyes with him and stretched her right arm to stop Sinclair from following her inside, the lord didn't know how unconsciously his treacherous body was obeying his naughty heart and probing desires.

Syna crept inside the bathroom and shut the door behind her in a fit as if to take precautionary measure to prevent Sinclair from barging inside. She felt happy to know that Sinclair was protective towards her and his intensive care made her feel like a little child.

She giggled inwardly but her body was true to her rising emotions and a smile graced her face, Syna hid her face with both hands and shook her head to shoo off the thoughts. The lady was burning with passion and her heart was skipping beat after beat, the sight of Sinclair's chiselled jaw and sharp eyebrows flashed into her head. Syna recalled how she gulped at the very sight of Sinclair's thin pink lips, the man was a dangerous temptation. 

"Are you alright, Syna?

Sinclair knocked at the door with his knuckles gently and tried to be assured about Syna' condition in there. 

"Yes, yes, I'm alright."

His sudden voice made her jump in the position and an abrupt reply left her lips instantly, which caused a silence to the other side of the door. 

"Okay, I'm waiting outside."

After a pause came the lord's hesitant voice, Syna chuckled a little before answering. 

"I'm fine Sinclair."

"Mhm."

The supreme lord faked to clear his throat at first then assured his lady about his presence. Syna straightened herself and dispatched her back from the door, the lady crept towards the wash basin taking baby steps.

Her gaze wandered around the washroom to analyse the surrounding. Syna replied to him and slid her gaze along the walls to find some wipes or a towel. At the moment the lady noticed that walls were dipped into the same shade of room.

All the women necessities were placed there on the shelves right above the square mirror, toothbrushes, paste, Listerine, handwash, beauty soaps and….

"What the heck…."

Her eyes landed on a pregnancy kit placed right above the mirror in a shelf, the sight seemed familiar to her but it didn't matter to her in that condition. 

Her body temperature rose at once as Syna felt blood gushing to her ears, the passion of love flowed into her body and the desire to get laid circulated in her mind.

The cursed bride felt herself completely under the spell of the lord, her body was not in her control anymore as Sinclair's name was infused in her blood now. The very thought of having a child with him made her flustered and within a few moments Syna forgot about her tummy pain.

She blinked at the kit twice in disbelief as if she might have seen something wrong, or it might be her heartiest desires that caused the hallucination. But what her eyes saw was true, and real like sun and rain, Syna picked it up and stared at the pregnancy kit.

"So, he is willing to do t-that!"

Syna stuttered in between as the mere thought made her shy at once, although she also wanted him to dominate but every time something spoiled their moments.

Either it was any assistant or Braille or some lackey, even Elmore and Madeleine committed the sin to interrupt their romantic moments. But this time it was something even lord Sinclair could not change or stop or even scold, because her menstrual cycle was not in her own hands.

"What are you doing inside, it's been so long, Syna? Are you alright?"

Sinclair's voice fell into her ears like thunder, and resonated in the quiet bathroom. His loud demanding tone in which he questioned caused Syna to jump in her rooted place.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just a little more and I will be out. But will you please stop scaring me like that!"

Syna became agitated with his constant nagging and inquiry, although the lord was doing it out of worry but his every try to be nice was getting wrong.

Syna pulled out the stuff from the brown packet and placed it onto the shelf along with the wash basin, after she was done with the things and cleaning the lady remembered about being empty handed regarding neat and clean clothes. 

"Oh shit!"

She cursed and scolded herself as Syna muttered under her breath, It was already embarrassing enough for her to ask for help from Sinclair and now she had forgotten to inform him about clothes too.

"How should I ask him now? Ugh! It's so awkward."

She placed the palm of her right hand onto the forehead as the lady was standing only in her undergarments, and the situation became worse from before that she had to face Sinclair once again.

"Come on! He is your boyfriend, Syna. It is not that hard to ask for clothes, right. He won't take you a clumsy lady for forgetting your menstruation date."

Syna took a deep sigh as she walked towards the door knob and placed her right hand on it.

She opened the door a little ajar and showed her worry creased yet embarrassed face to her boyfriend, while Syna hid her body behind the door. To her expectation Sinclair was standing right outside the door with his back facing the bathroom. 

But as soon he heard the unlocking of the door Sinclair ebbed and rushed forward to Syna. 

"It took you so long, honey. Are you doing good?"

He bombarded her with questions without even waiting for her to speak.

"Slow down, man! I'm fine just-I need a set of clean clothes."

Syna finally blurted out everything to him with closed eyes, and dared to peek while opening her right one after hearing no response from Sinclair. 

"I knew beforehand that you will need new clothes. So, I brought them with me too, here have it."

The lord didn't dare to land a maliciously naughty stare at her bare neck and shoulder which were a little out from the shielding of the door, and visible to his preying eyes.

Sinclair handed over the comfortable and cozy pjs to her which Elmore delivered at once in the short time span of thirty minutes. 

"Thank you."

Syna hurriedly took them and slammed the door shut to slip into the clean clothes, while the previous one would not be washed in any case rather Sinclair's preference would be to throw them away because the neat freak emperor would not ever like his bride to wear something stained.

He could afford all the luxuries for his wife and to buy her a few dresses everyday was not even expensive for him, as it wouldn't cost him more than a few Australian dollars spent on her out of his huge piles of wealth.