Lock Me Up

Chapter Four

            I woke up the next day because my cell phone's ringing. I'm sure as hell that I didn't set an alarm because if I did, I would rather use my digital clock on the bedside table.

            With my hand still weak, I reached for my cell phone

            "Hello?" I uttered, voice still raspy.

            "Where the hell are you, Ingrid Krause?" I instantly open my eyes and stand up when I heard Ezra's voice from the other line.

            "I'm doing my morning rituals now!" I squeaked and ran to the bathroom inside my room, how could I possibly forget that we had a pictorial today?

            I did my best to consume a less than an hour preparing my things, I didn't even bother to eat my breakfast because Ezra might kill me… not that I eat breakfast anyways.

Ezra is a well-known fashion designer, she alongside with Jasmine and Levy were in the field of Fine Arts, we met in our school orientation, although we have different majors, we still clicked and became college best friends.

            Ezra was the one who designed the dresses that I will model in the runway, but since the fashion show will be next month, all we had to do today was the pictorial.

            I went out of my unit wearing a turtle neck floral dress and a Louis Vuitton bag, a black wedge to match. Even if it's just a pictorial that I'm attending, I still need to at least dress to kill.

            I saw Adrien went out of his unit, too. His lips were pressed into grim line, eyebrows twitched as he looked at me from head to toe.

             I looked at my dress, it's not that bad! Why is it that he seems protesting? What does he want me to wear? A ninja suit?

            He went to the Elevator and I followed him, Adrien didn't talk to me when we're inside. I suddenly had an idea. When we went out of the elevator, I followed him up to his Audi that's parked near the BMW of mine.

            I'm so sorry baby! But I think I won't be using you for a while!

            "Adrien!" I called, he looked at me on his shoulders, his hooded onyx eyes made me feel a shiver down on my spine.

            "Can I have a ride?" I asked, he seems angry on what I said.

            "That's your car, why don't you use it instead?" he curtly said, pointing on my BMW.

            "Ah... About that... You see the engine is broken. It must have over heat. I called a mechanic the day before but it still hasn’t come to check the car." I lied, hoping he'll believed.

            "Then call it again. For now call a taxi." He uttered, opening his car.

            "Oh, okay." I uttered, I walked inside the elevator again to wait for a cab in the lobby, Heck I would never use my car! Because if I did, he'll found out that I'm lying.

            When I reached the lobby, I waited for a cab to come but instead, it was his Audi who parked in front of me.

            I thought he doesn't want me there?

            "You look so pitiful. Let's go, I'll drive you to where ever you're going." He said, I quickly ran in his car and clamber inside the front seat.

            "Thanks." I smiled triumphantly while Mr Blondie over there seems like he lost a million dollar, "Don't worry it won't be that far. It's just on the Privet Building." I uttered.

            It didn't take a quarter when we arrived. I unbuckled my seat belts and kissed him on the cheek. I saw how his eyes widen and when he turned to me, he was already glaring daggers.

            "Why did you do that?" He asked.

            "A token of gratitude?" I uttered, voice filled with humour contradict to his reaction.

            "So you'll just kiss anyone who does you good deeds? Ts." He spat, voice dripped like acid.

            "Well-" are they you? If yes, then I would. I wanted to add but he cut me off.

            "Whatever. I need to go now." He said, I quickly clamber out of his car and I was dumfounded when he went back to the direction we came from. Don't tell me he just drove me here?

            I went inside the building and saw Ezra, her arms crossed on her bust, tapping her right foot on the ground. I smiled awkwardly and gave her a peace sign.

"You're late." Ezra bellowed in which made me gulp a mouthful of saliva... Yuck.

            "I'm sorry." I begged, she has this aura that made everyone turn into submission.

"Ingrid!" Levy called, on her neck was a Canon camera. She is the photographer. I have a deep respect on her because of her captured pictures, even the candid ones looks surreal.

            Although I am good in most art, the only art I couldn't fully master was Jasmine's. She is a sculptor, her works looks majestic that even those foreigners praise her arts, aside from that she's also into pottery business.

            "Ingrid, not only did you left us hanging yesterday but you're also late in the pictorial. Now you have to pay the consequences." Ezra uttered, her voice roared like thunder inside the room.

            "You'll pay for our night out tonight, and you can't say no." She uttered, I sighed in relief, at least it's not that bad... Or is it?

            "Oh, okay, although I need to go home early because I have to leave early in the morning." I said.

            "What? Where?" Levy asked.

            "To our Resort, Dad appointed me as an architect to the expansion of our business." I explained.

            "How about the upcoming ramp, that will be held next month!" Ezra exclaims, ever since she launches her products, I am her model. She says it suits me because of my foreign looks, I am not pure American. Both of my parents were half German, half American, giving me a Caucasian look.

            "Don't worry. I'll definitely come on the launch. Have you forgotten that I'm one of the finales?" I laughed.

            The photograph session lasted for almost a day. I modelled at least fifteen long dresses, excluding the summer wear. Once done, Ezra called Jasmine and told her that we'll go clubbing, Jasmine's hesitant but agreed later on.

            We meet in the Italian restaurant and as planned, I paid the bill, and then we went to Infinite club later on to have fun.

            The night's still young yet the party's already at its peak! I really like in here because of the great interior. Levy and Ezra went to the dance floor while Jasmine remain by my side, she may look like she's just sitting but I know that she's scanning the whole room, as if expecting or hoping to not see someone.

            I shot the tequila, the burning sensation spread on my throat up to my stomach, "Ch." I moaned, licking the salt on my hand and sipped the lemon to ameliorate the raw, burning taste of the tequila.

            "You okay here Jas?" I asked, she smiled sweetly before nodding her head. I went to the dance floor. I wanted to go to where Ezra and Levy but I can't find them. So instead, I just dance alone, a few moment later, I felt someone grind on me.

            I stopped dancing and left the dance floor but the person behind me took my hand, I looked to see who it was, I may be tipsy but I'm definitely not that drunk, "Come on, your place or mine?" He uttered, but instead of playing like I used to, I pulled my hand from his grip and left whoever he was in the dance floor.

            I went to our table and saw a man sitting next to Jasmine, the guy is wearing a long sleeve a that's been folded up to his elbow,  giving me a better look at his iron-clad arms, I wander my eyes on him and realized that maybe he just went out of the office. He was holding Jasmine's hand where her ring was.

            I shot five glass of tequila continuously since I know that I might not drink one drop of liquor starting tomorrow. On my sixth shot, a hand took it from me, I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation as I traced the arms in front of me where I saw veins protruded, my eyes locked on his onyx eyes, I could see burning rage in each orbs.

            "Oh... Hey, Adrien…" I uttered awkwardly while flashing him a smile, giving him a peace sign.

            "Let's go home." He said, his voice is authoritative, and someone who just heard his voice cannot oppose him.

            Adrien pulled me till we we're outside, he's mad. I don't know how we get in the towers. I just knew that we're in our floor when he asked for my keys. I gave it to him and he opened my pad. I sat on the sofa while he stood there, looking at me intently like a hawk waiting for its prey.

            "Why'd you go there?" He asked coldly.

            "Come on daddy, this girl's want to have fun!" I cried, pointing towards myself. My head's hazy and I know I will regret all of these tomorrow.

            "Ts." He shook his head and turned his back away from me, but before he could step a foot, I already reached for his hand. I pulled him and to my surprise when he let himself be pulled.

            His face were inches apart from mine, I could smell the mint in his breath, which made me kind of embarrassed because I'm probably reeking with booze.

            I kissed him, pulling his head to deepen the kiss, but instead Adrien pushed me, I saw rage on his eyes.

            "Stop this, Ingrid." He said, I ceased my eyebrows, why would I?

            "Why are you starting to like me?" I uttered, I don't know where I got the guts to ask that, probably from tequila.

            "No. I hate you." He said leaving me alone in my unit once again. I sighed, the breath that I didn't know that I've been holding since. Burning tears swell on my eyes as I felt pain on my chest, I haven't felt this way before.

            Ouch, that f*****g hurts.