a*******n? Probably
646 Words
"No! I don't even know who you are!" I defended, clutching the coat petals close together as if they would save me.
"What is your name?"
I lifted my eyes to his face for the first time, meeting a green pair that seemed harmless and delicate, his beard made him appear so mature. He is mature dumbo! He looks over thirty!
There was a thin scar running down his right temple, fading at the cheek.
One glance was all it took and I felt something stir within me.
"I'll deal with her!" Someone offered stepping from behind the man in front of me. "Should I-" The golden-haired male shushed him by jerking his right hand up. Slowly, his fingers curled into a fist which he lowered down, slowly.
"Your name?"
"Oh! Sorry! I'm...Alexa!" I answered, holding his stare.
He looked at me like I was a mystery that he wanted to solve in his head. "Who sent you here?"
My gaze faltered. "Nobody! I...I signed up for the Red VIPs and thought that this was..." My words faded to the intensity in his eyes. He did not care about the useless explanation I had to offer. "I'll...I'll leave now!" I whispered turning around.
As my shaking fingers wound around the round knob, another hand caught mine. It was warm and rough, he must have engaged in some tough work in his early years to give him such coarseness.
"Who said you can leave?" His tone bled of a spark of rage.
"I... I..."
The moment felt awkward, him standing so close behind me with his hand on mine, the rest of them seated a few meters away, obviously watching us. When I tried to slide my hand from under his, he tightened his grip, before leaning forward and down till his warm soft cheek was pressing against mine. "Tell me now, who, sent, you?" His hiss held no warmth, not even a misplaced spark.
The intimidation seeped through me like the sun rays, only this made my heart pound like crazy.
"I swear I'm telling the truth!" I cried.
My fingers were in pain, my dignity long lost, and my life, on the line.
His cologne would surely linger longer on my body than any other, but it smelled nice, something between roses and wood. Judging from his choice of fashion, I would say that it cost more than fifty thousand pounds.
I was familiar with the exquisite taste of high-end perfumes and clothes...my family was well off, owning only Hotel Luna which had several branches all over the world.
"Take her to my car, I'm sure my father will be delighted to have a word with this intruder!" The male ordered while his body retreated fully.
I pressed my aching hand on my chest as soon as the pressure was off, rude beast!
"You will hear from our lawyers! This is a*******n!" I yelled as the other male took me away through another red door. Seriously, what was their obsession with red doors?
Like a luggage, I was stuffed in the backseat of a black Rolls-Royce phantom before he locked all the doors and stood guard like a dog.
The first ten minutes of being kidn*pped were for screaming and turning everything upside down in that car, searching for a way out. Yet, no matter how loud I screamed for help, nobody came, this side of the lot was private. And the bouncer outside that backdoor we had used was completely ignorant of me. Though I suspected the car was soundproof from the way my abductor had turned in one of my screaming episodes and pointed at his ear with a devilish smirk.
No phone.
No clothes.
No way out.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself while tears rolled down my hot cheeks. This is what I got for being sneaky and curious. a*******n.
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