I hadn’t heard of his name before, and my cheeks flushed as he moved forward, scrutinizing me. His cologne was strong and delicious, as I moved further back on the bed, not wanting to be in proximity to this man.
“Sssh, it’s okay. My sister and I are just going to leave the room to talk for a moment, okay?”
His voice was soft as he gazed at me, his dark eyes piercing into mine.
I nodded as they left, hearing their rapid exchange of words outside of the door. I stood, searching the room quickly for a weapon of any kind.
I knew I was in amafiahouse and I didn’t know when I would need to fight for my life.
There was nothing, absolutelynothingto use.
I tore open the heavy drapes that blocked the sunlight, gasping when I saw my view. The window could open outwards to a balcony, complete with a small iron table and chairs, overlooking the most beautiful garden I had ever seen.
Am I still in New York?
I couldn’t be, I’d never seen space like this in any real estate there.
The door opened behind me and I heard someone walk in, the door clicking shut softly behind them.
“Forgive my sister, Miss Red. She is not well,” my skin prickled at his voice as I turned to see him leaning against the bed frame, his face etched in annoyance as he glanced around the room.
“Your boyfriend was here earlier, looking for you. Had I known you were here, I would have reunited you at once. Alas, I did not. So, here we are.”
I watched him, my arms crossed over my chest, aware I was wearing my stupid pyjamas and that I hadn’t even brushed my teeth that morning.
The inconvenience of being kidnapped.
He seemed to register my discomfort as he stood, walking over to me slowly. “I am so sorry. I understand if you wish to press charges,” he stared at the floor as he rubbed his neck with one hand, and I shook my head.
“I won’t. I just want to go home.”
His eyes met mine as his fingers captured my hand, raising it to his full lips, before kissing it softly.
“Then I am in your debt.”
Our eyes met as he dropped my hand slowly, his smile dangerous yet seductive. “If you need anything, ever, you just call me. Do you understand? Just call me,” his words sunk in and I nodded as he turned his gaze to the view behind me.
“Care for a walk around the gardens before you leave? It would be a shame to waste an opportunity to explore something so beautiful,” he didn’t blink as he gazed at me.
My cheeks flushed beneath his gaze, but I lifted my chin and met his eyes. “I’d rather go home.”
“To Leo?” he said coolly.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Then I shall get your things, and I will call him for you. I assume he will arrive quickly, but please, take a shower and put on some fresh clothes. I will have a maid bring you something in. We have clothes in all sizes, don’t look so alarmed. I can guess yours,” his eyes raked down my body slowly as he nodded.
“Please,” he gestured towards the bathroom and turned to leave the room, his cologne lingering behind.
You couldn’t make this shit up.
Part Two: Chapter Ten
CAL
I gripped the phone as Michael’s words washed over me.
“Lucia brought her here. Come and get her.”
