Hidden Secret Sherlock vs. Reader Chapter 26

  His kisses are different 

    "Something else?“ I asked her.

    "No."

    "Then go." Petra leaving from my office.

    „Sheriford Holmes called you, said that about 4 p.m. come." She added.

    "Thank you." Petra looked at me and left. I took into the hands file an article, on which Petra is working. Is about an unfair trade business. The name of company is SpeedShip. Their business is logistics. I opened a Google and wrote name of the company into a search. I clicked on the first link. It was a reference to the Register of Companies in England. I moved on to the company. Four managers are written next the name of company, there in one company too - Logquick. I click through to it. Curious, I looked at the names of the managers of the company. Marco Westowood and Sheriford Holmes. My heart stayed. Is this the Marco or not this is the Marco? I clicked with fear on profile of Marc Westwood. Oh my God! He is it. I did not believe that what I am seeing. How is it possible? I trust Sheriford. Mycroft sent him away for this. He protected his family. I don´t want to believe anything what I have survived at the last days. I live in a dream, not in dream in the nightmare. I stared at the monitor and the moments of these days are showing before my eyes. I tried to find something that would help me to solve this puzzle. Cell Phone. Mary´s phone. Where is it? I stood to the couch and searching him. It must be somewhere here. I am looking for it in the sinking of the couch. Nothing.

     "What are you looking for?" I turned at the voice. Sheriford is standing over me with a broad smile on his face. I am looking with anger on him. I have nothing close to me, which I can use like a gun.

    "Marco Westwood." I barked at him.

    "Please?" He asked me.

    "Logquick thy companion, which belong to Marco Westwood. What did you do with him? What do you have in common with Moriarty? "I asked him immediately, without further ado. He grabbed my hand

    "Everything is prepare against my person." He said quietly. I did not believe to his words.

    "I do not believe you. You have known him and you sure knew what he was planning." He smiled at me conniving.

    "If I knew it I would not allow him to hurt you." He stroked with his fingers gently over my lips.

    "He is still hurting me. Don´t you see it? If you know where Moriarty is hiding, so tell me. I will not tell anyone."

    "How could I believe, when you brought information to my older brother." I bowed my head. I nodded.

    "Yes, I did it. You're right." I said quietly and looked at him. He leaned over to me.

    "Phantom of the Opera." He whispered me. I looked at him frighten. I do not understand why use this on me. "Come on, ______. Well, you have known what happened then."

    "What do you want from me?" I asked him.

    "Tell me what happened then!" He commanded.

    "Only when you give me back Mary´s phone." I replied to him proudly. He laughed.

    „You are very stubborn. I've thought that you said me everything. I was wrong." He put hand into his coat and pulled smartphone from coat. I reached quickly after it. "No, not so fast. I have learned a lot from my brothers and in my exile too. I'll give you it, if you tell me what happened. You have my word." I misrepresented my eyes.

    "I do not believe person like you." I replied angrily.

    "What am I?" Curious, he asked me.

    "You trade with the psychopath who killed my friend and had a company with a bully."

    "It's not like it looks like." He answered me and sat on the couch, threw a leg over leg.

    "How is it?" I crossed my hands over each other.

    "Phantom of the Opera." Angrily, I gasped.

    "Moriarty took me to opera. For his part, it was a romantic evening on my part it was .... was ... just ... "

    "What?" He is pulling it out of me like the furry blanket. Why he wants from me?

    "Cultural experience. Although I have seen Phantom before it and I don´t like this opera. Moriarty want to be like a phantom. Now it's your turn. What have common with them? "Sheriford smiled.

    „I took Marco into the company, therefore, that I wanted to know what planed with you. I have known Moriarty. Only from seeing. I've never not trade with him and I did not order anything from him. As Mycroft says. I just looks and acts as the bad guy, but I'm from the heart the good." He handed me the phone. "I took him because I didn´t want to someone else take it. I planned to bring it to you today. Use it wisely." He told me. " I saw for the first time on the opera and I have planned to do it since the moment." He gently grabbed my chin, his thumb stroked my bottom lip. I felt the passion of it. I know what will be followed. What I am most terrified it is me. Because I am not defending. Why do I do it? Our ends of nose touched. His lips are closer to my lips. His kiss was different than Sherlock. His kissing are so tender and nice. For his part this is something more, but for me this means nothing. I pulled away from him.

    "Go away." I told him. He smiled at me and walked away. I sat down on the couch and covered my lips with hands. What have I done? Am I normal? No I'm not. I'm worse than Irena. Why am I attracted to dangerous guys? Moriarty, Holmes. What makes me so special? I guess that I don´t afraid of them.