Lock Me Up

Chapter One

            A smile was crept of my face when I took the last batch of the heart shaped pancake I made from the pan, I did my best so that it would look perfect, humming as I put on some maple syrup and a slight touch of sliced bananas and raspberry to match.

            This is the first time I cooked pancakes, and it took me a lot of time and ingredients to make a good one. I poured a freshly squeezed orange on the drinking glass and put it in the tray.

            I don't usually eat breakfast but I prepared this one for Mr Mysterious Guy next door.

            My hair was tied in a ponytail, and I was aware that there's a pancake mix on my cheeks but I didn't bother to wipe it, instead I knocked on his door.

            "Wait up." I heard his baritone voice and I swear to all gods that my heart beats rapidly fast. It was just his voice yet, I think my underwear fell on the floor.

            He opened the door and saw his eyes darken when he saw me, "What is it, Annaliese?" He uttered, he looked at me from head to foot before it finally rested on the tray I'm holding.        

            "Uh... This is my way of saying thank you because you saved me-" he didn't let me finished when he clicked his tongue in annoyance and shook his head at the same time.

            "If you're really thankful then you should at least give me back my t-shirt." He said, his shirt? No freaking way. I will keep it, I know he wouldn't mind, I smirked inwardly at that thought, "And would you stop leaving your unit with those kind of clothes? It's making men drool." He added, and I smiled. Does that mean that he's drooling over me?

            "Don't even imagine that I'm drooling over you," he murmured before turning his back away from me, he was about to close his door when I put my right foot in between.

            "Ouch!" I screamed when I felt the pain on my foot. Damn, how can I wear pumps with my sore foot now?

            He looked towards me again and was surprised to see that I'm sitting on the corridors but my hand was still holding the tray firmly.

            "Why did you do that?!" He retorts but all I think of was not being able to wear pumps.

            "That’s because I wanted you to have this!" I reasoned. I heard him cursed but then took the tray from my hand and enter his pad, that's it? He'll just leave me here?

            I was quite disappointed, he didn't help me at all, but when I was about to stand on my own, he opened the door and carry me inside... Oh damn, bridal style.

My cheeks felt flushed as seconds goes by, I looked at him, darn he was indeed perfect, it’s like the structure of his face was chiselled thoroughly by Michael Angelo itself. He’s an epitome of perfection.

            "You shouldn't have given me breakfast." He uttered, pressing my foot and rolling it clockwise, it feels good!

            "But I want to." I couldn't help but let out a relief sigh when he pulled my foot, how good his touch could be? He's so warm, as if a wild fire starts to spread on my veins.

            "I don't eat breakfast and you're just disturbing me, Annaliese." He said, why is he calling me Annaliese?

            "First, how am I disturbing you? Second My name's not Annaliese, I'm Ingrid." I uttered, but when he looked at me, I saw him glare, and if glare could kill, I know for sure that I was already lying lifeless on his sofa.

            "Because I have a meeting to attend to, and I don't care about your name, I will call you Annaliese because you introduced yourself to that guy that you're Annaliese." He said, it's my time to shake my head.

            "Of course I'll make up a name because that guy's asking for one, I can't just go tell everyone my name." I said. That's the first rule in the bar, never tell your name, never get attached, wear your heart on the cheek.

            "You're making a good name sounds bad." He shook his head and stood, "Leave my unit. I'm done massaging your foot. I have a lot thing to do." He said, not even looking at me when he went inside his room.

            I sighed and went outside, there's something in him that even though he was quite mean, he was kind of gentleman as well. He was being mean because he's concern to my well-being and it's not offending at all.

            Weird... Because if there were others who do that to me, I know for sure that I will be offended and be mad at him.

            I went outside his unit and took a bath as well, Ezra and the others decided to go to the mall, watch some movies and buy those killer dress for our night out.

            When I left my unit, I saw Mr Mysterious Guy next door left his unit as well, his jaw clenched when he saw me. He walks towards the elevator when I think of an idea.

            Light bulb!

            "Hey!" I called but he closed the Elevator,  I quickly operate the other Elevator and Luckily when I saw him next to his Audi A5 cabriolet,  a smile was shone on my lips, my kind of car.

            "Hello!" I ran towards him, his eyebrow's creased in annoyance.

            "What?" He curtly said, but this wouldn't stop me.

            "Where are you going?" I asked, but he just rolled his eyes.

            "In Nanya.” He said, I furrowed my brows because of that.

            “Where’s that? I haven’t heard that place yet… Nanya…”

            “It’s Nanya business." He said and clamber inside his car. My lips agape open because of what he just said. It’s a reference to a well-known animated movie! I puckered my lips as I ducked myself to see him through the window.

            "Can I hitch?" I asked, I didn't bother to hear him protest because I clamber in as well. I saw how flabbergasted he was because of what I did.

            "Get out!" He yelled but I shook my head.

            "Come on! It wouldn't hurt a fly if I hitched right?" I asked, he shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh.

            He put his car on a reverse to get out of the parking lot but stopped when he looked at me, I smiled inwardly. Does my charm affect you?

            "Put on your seatbelt." he uttered, I looked and found out that I didn't put the seatbelts on.

            "I don’t want to. It's okay for me to ride a car without seatbelts on." I said, his jaw clenched and took the seatbelt and put it on me.

            "I don't give a damn. It's for your safety." He said, when he's done, he drove out of the building, "Where are you going?" He asked, I wanted to say that I'm meeting my friends but f**k it, I don't think I could meet them, I want to be with him all day!

            "Uh... Fantasia." I said, it was the fanciest restaurant I've ever been to, at least I wanted him to stop thinking that I'm a flirt and I could enter this restaurant.

            "You're going there? With those kind of clothes?! Unbelievable!" He cried, I looked over my clothes, I was wearing a black three-fourths off shoulder midriff, revealing the diamond button rings on my navel,  a white shorts to match and a doll shoes because my foot's still sore.

            Were my clothes unpleasant?

            "And are you stalking me?" He cried, now it's my time to get shocked. I didn't know that he's going there.

            "No! I'm meeting my dad there." True enough, my dad called me last night before I had a girl's night out with my friends, he pleaded me to get a life and work on our company, he told me to go to the Fantasia today, but I reject the offer.

            I'd rather live my life to the fullest that be stuck in a nine-to-five shift in the office.

            I asked him to drop me there because I thought he's going somewhere and he wouldn't see me go to the mall, now I don't have a choice but to go there because he's there.

            He parked his Audi and we went inside the Fantasia, it was extraordinaire, the receptionist looked over me before to the guy behind me and I saw how her face turned red.

            "Do you have any reservation?" She asked Mr Mysterious Guy next door, completely forgetting that I was here.

            "Yeah, with Mr Krause." He said, oh, it's just dad...

            Wait, What?!