Chapter Five
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There was a brief pause after he said that. I furrowed my eye brows as I stared at him.
"Then there's definitely an agreement maybe he has a hold on your company that's why"I said finally understanding everything.
"It's not it Beatrice." He said and then palmed his face. "Just go home and rest and please don't make things already hard than it already is. Please go" He insisted and I sighed.
With the way things looked, it didn’t seem like he was going to say anything. And if he wasn’t going to talk, then I would just have to ask Clifford myself.
But how was I going to do that?
“Goodbye, Dad,” I said, sparing him one last glance before leaving his office. I exited the company building entirely and got into the car.
“Take me home,” I instructed, and the driver started the engine, driving off.
By the time we got home, the sun was already setting. I checked the time on my wristwatch—6:01 p.m. Just a minute late, but I didn’t think he’d be back by now. He seemed like a workaholic.
I rubbed my temple feeling exhausted as I walked into the house. I needed a nap.
"You're late" I heard that voice I was slowly getting used to and I turned.
"You're back" He sat on an armchair one of his legs crossed on the other as he had a stern expression on his face.
"Where are you coming back from?" He asked and I scoffed.
“I told you this morning—I went to visit my father. Is that all?” I replied, placing my hands on my waist.
“I’m not a child for you to boss around, okay? I’m just a minute late, so it doesn’t count,” I added.
“You’re not supposed to disobey any of my rules, and you just did,” he said, completely ignoring my explanation.
“I never agreed to follow those stupid rules you presented, so don’t blame me if I break all of them,” I shot back.
“I didn’t know you had such a temper,” he said, standing up. He took long strides toward me and stopped right in front of me. “But I’ll teach you how to control it.”
“I’m exhausted and need a nap,” I muttered, moving away from him and heading up the stairs.
“I think that’s better because you’re not having dinner tonight. And don’t bother making mine either,” he blurted out, and I stopped in my tracks, turning sharply to glare at him.
Do you want to starve me now? Just because of some stupid rules you made? Fine, have it your way!" I snapped and stormed off.
I hadn’t even had lunch, and now he wanted to deny me dinner too. He’s just proving how much of a jerk he is.
I went to my room and slammed the door shut. Throwing myself onto the bed, I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, I woke up feeling extremely uncomfortable. My stomach rumbled loudly, reminding me just how hungry I was.
There was no way I’d get back to sleep with this hunger gnawing at me. I peeled off my clothes and took a cold shower, hoping it would help, but it didn’t.
I slipped into a singlet and shorts before leaving my room and heading to the kitchen. If I couldn’t cook, maybe I could at least find something to munch on.
When I reached the kitchen, I tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I tried again, but still, nothing.
I sighed, giving it one last attempt, but it was definitely locked.
I groaned. There was no way I could go to the servants’ quarters at this hour and ask Tilley for the key. I guess I’m stuck being hungry until dawn.
"The kitchen is locked," Tilley’s voice came from behind me, and I turned around, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank God you’re here, Tilley. I need the key to the kitchen," I said quickly.
"Oh, I’m really sorry, but I don’t have the key," she replied apologetically.
"If you don't then who has it? The key can not just suddenly go missing"
"Yeah. Your husband asked me to lock the door and hand him the key. He didn't want you sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night" She said and I cursed him in my mind.
Is he trying to kill me before my time.
"Thanks Tilley, Goodnight" I said and I concluded in my mind that I am just going to up to his room, steal the keys and then go prepare some food for myself.
As I walked, I made sure that my footsteps could not be heard and then I went to his room. I twisted the door handle and pushed it open.
Wow! He didn't lock his room. Maybe God is on my side and he knows how hungry I am.
I walked into the room searching the tables for any sign of a key then I opened the drawers but nothing there.
Then I sighted the key at the headboard of his bed. Sh*t!
Now I just have to climb the bed without waking him up. I breathed in and out before moving on the bed and moving my hand above his head trying to reach the keys.
He grabbed my hands before I could do so and my breath hitched. I looked at his eyes and it was still closed.
His grip on my hand tightened making it hard for me to pull away and then he wrapped his hands around my waist.
What the hell is he doing?
Is he having a nightmare cause he was sweating even though the air conditioner was on.
Then he pulled me to himself and I gasped. His breathing irregular and then he whispered, "Don't go"
What could he be dreaming about?
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