I let out a sigh as I step out of the bathroom and go to the bedroom door to lock it. Sitting down on the bed again, I watch the security feed.
It takes Cassia close to an hour before she has Jenna convinced there’s no one in the house and it’s safe.
It’s after five am when Cassia gets Jenna to go out to the dock with her so they can watch the sun rise, giving me an opportunity to get my ass out of the house.
I head back to the motel, thinking about what my next move will be.
Maybe I should call her?
No, dumbass. She doesn’t speak.
I could arrange a date and have the guards bring her to the restaurant. That way, there will be other people around, and she might not freak out.
Hmm…that could work.
Pulling up to the motel, I put the SUV in park and switch off the engine. After getting out, I go into my room, and sitting down on the side of the bed, I take off my boots.
I lie down, resting a hand on my chest as I stare up at the ceiling.
What will I do if Jenna can’t accept who I am?
Letting her go is not an option. I’ll keep her against her will if I have to, and with time, she’ll learn to accept me.
There’s no other option.
Chapter 13
JENNA
I’ve been on edge ever since Cassia left. I almost begged her to stay longer but I just couldn’t get the words out.
After cleaning and taking the opportunity to make sure there really isn’t anyone hiding in the house, I stop in front of the one room I’m not allowed to go into.
Rules be damned.
I open the door and cautiously step inside.
I swear, if someone jumps out from behind the bed, my soul will up and leave my body.
I hurry forward and quickly check behind the bed before looking in the bathroom. When I enter the walk-in closet, a frown forms on my forehead.
There are no clothes or any signs that someone uses this room.
Did my employer take all his belongings with him?
I leave the room and shut the door behind me again. Feeling confused, I go to my bedroom and this time I lock my door to make sure no one can come in while I’m sleeping.
Well, unless they break it down, which I’ll hear.
Needing to relax, I grab my phone from where it’s charging next to my bed and go to the bathroom. I open the faucets, and while water pours into the tub, I strip out of my clothes.
Once there’s enough water, I get in and try to unwind while watching a new show. Struggling to get into it, I eventually give up and set the phone down on the floor beside the tub.
There’s only one thing that will take my mind off the creepy experience from last night.
Mr. Oliveira.
It’s been eleven days since I saw him last, and I still think about him every day.
