Chaos Within

Chapter-3

■POV- Camelia

I tried to fall asleep but all the questions in my head didn’t give me a break. I need to explore this place, find out what and whom I’m dealing with, and make a run for it as soon as he thinks that I’ve given up any idea of escaping him. But truth be told, do I even want to get out of here? I don’t even remember my name or where I came from or anyone who cared for me out there. So do I really want to make a run for it and get lost in a world full of nasty humans or am I going to take the risk of living with a possible psychopath?

All these thoughts were haunting my mind and when I slipped my feet from under the sheets and tried to get up. It was wobbly, I felt like I was walking on some jelly-made legs, which could barely support my weight.

I make my way towards the door and take a peek at my surroundings. The floor was covered with a grey carpet, silencing my footsteps as I made my way towards the staircase. It led to a hall which I assume was the living room. A huge chandelier was in the middle of the hall. It looked like a million pieces of diamonds reflecting a light of their own. The living room was breathtaking, and already I can assume this house is more of a mansion than a normal house.

As I passed the living room, I was still marvelling at the beauty of the space when I heard a frustrated groan come from a room that was farther down the hallway. It was dark inside, I knew it was still daytime but all the thick curtains had swallowed any light that was coming from outside. I felt weird, almost like I was in another world, another whole dimension.

“What the f**k do you mean that she refused the deal?!” Rylan yelled as I peeked into his office room.

“I’ll call you later.”

He opens his arms as he’s expecting me to run into his embrace, “looks like sleeping beauty finally got out of bed.”

I smile in reply.

“So what do you want to do? Considering you already stalked around and explored the house, you won’t need me to give you another trip.” He smirked.

“I wasn’t stalking. I just came downstairs and heard you yell, so I made up my way up to your office room.” I reasoned.

“Alright…so is my princess hungry?” he asks.

I don’t know, but something about the way he calls me “my princess” made my stomach tingle weirdly. Oh my god, please tell me I’m not a victim of Stockholm syndrome. The last thing I was is to fall in love with some sick psycho who thinks it’s okay to kidnap a person and keep them hostage after a car accident. Anyway, I’m positive he had something to do with the car crash in the first place.

He cleared his throat, dragging me out of my thoughts.

“Umm… yeah.” I replied not even sure what I was agreeing to.

“aww did I make you blush just by calling you princess? How sweet.” He chuckles.

To whoever is concerned, I truly do hate this man.

“oh just spare me.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Anything my princess says.” He throws my way a smile, an evil smile which showed that he knew exactly what he’s doing to me with his new nickname.

I groaned. The way he calls me ‘my princess’ makes me want to go and bang my head on the nearest wall.

“So you want to watch Titanic or Notebook?” Oh, so this is what I was agreeing to, to watch a movie with him.

“Can we just settle for some music instead? I’m not much of a fan of movies unless it’s a ‘Netflix and chill’ session.” I gasped as I realised what escaped my mouth. They just rolled out of my mouth before I could even register what I said.

I saw something flash in Rylan’s eyes before it was soon covered up with laughter.

“What did my princess just say?” he asked with a huge grin spreading across his face.

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Stop calling me those stupid nicknames.”

“Oh just stop with the act already, I know you like being called that.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Though if you wanna f**k, don’t be shy. Just ask for it.” He winks, a grin still tucked at the corner of his mouth.

I blush, god this man and his boldness.

“Not like any woman would resist my c**k if I ram it inside them.” He says rather to himself and chuckles.

My core clenched at his words. It’s so gross to even think about a possible kidnapper like that, but at the same time here I am creaming at his words.

“Can I take a shower?” I asked desperately trying to get away from him.

He chuckles, “Did I turn you on so much that you have to take a cold shower to calm your aching p***y, my princess?”

I swear I’m going to slap that stupid grin out of his face. It’s so annoying how he gets under my skin.

I remained expressionless till he showed me the way to his bathroom. I figured out that his room had an attached bathroom to it. Obviously, who am I kidding, he’s living in a mansion. The bathroom was almost the size of half his room. The insides were a mix of black and grey. A huge tub occupied the middle of the bathroom, and to the left side of the bathroom was a covered shower. It was as beautiful as the rest of the house.

■Pov-Rylan

Who knew the pretty stranger with the scars was into nasty things, after all, I thought she might be a victim of something traumatizing with all those scars littering her body but I guess I was partially wrong but as they say ‘never judge a book by its cover.’ I’m not going to judge her s****l life by all those agonizing scars imprinted on her smooth skin.

Currently, she’s taking a shower, after the somewhat heated conversation we had I thought she would explode like a volcano, her face was so red after she realized what just slipped out of her pretty little mouth. Such a silly girl but it was such a relief to know that she did enjoy the physical side of a relationship and possibly has a high s*x drive too because I know I won’t be able to control this beast inside me for much longer.

All the women I’ve been with were mere sluts who did exactly what I asked them for, hoping that I would repay them with material possessions. For a rich man true love is hard to find as most women are focused on the material possessions they would get out of the relationship rather than the true emotions that should be driving them in. Either way, I wasn’t a man searching for love, as long as the s*x was good I didn’t mind their gold digger asses on me.

I was lying down on the loveseat when I heard the bathroom door slide open, my head instantly snapped towards it. It felt like time was slowing down, she slid out of the bathroom, the steam fogging around her, her towel loosely wrapped around her angelic form, her soft skin covered in water droplets like morning dew on flower petals. My d**k twitches and painfully strained against the zip. Ahh…all of the ways I could destroy this sweet angel and drag her down to hell with me.

“Do you have any clothes that I could borrow?” her sweet angelic voice cuts off all the nasty imaginations that were building inside my head.

“Umm..yeah…hold on, I grabbed some of your belongings while I got you out of the crash.”

“And all this time you didn’t tell me?” she crossed her hands.

“Yeah…my bad.” I left the room and headed towards the basement, where I left all her belongings. I grab them and rush back upstairs before she comes stamping into the basement. Though the basement door is well hidden, I’m pretty sure she’s sneaky enough to find it, I didn’t even hear her coming to my office room in the morning. She is really good at stalking.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips when the irony hit me, a stalker being stalked, interesting.

Camelia was patiently sitting on the corner of the loveseat I had occupied before.

“Any chances you got my phone?” she asks hopefully while I hand her the bag.

I shake my head, “No, it was smashed, so I thought it would be no use.” Just like that, the hope glistering in her eyes dies.

“At least my ID?” she tries again.

“Yeah I got that, it’s inside the bag, check.” Instantly, her hands find their way inside the bag.

Her eyes instantly lit up as she pulled out her ID and scanned it.

“Soooo I’m 21, huh!” she smiles. Her smile was contagious because I found myself smiling too.

“Yeah…how old did you think you were?” I ask with a smirk.

“I thought I would be 21 too.” She chuckles.

For some reason, seeing her made me relaxed too and believe me I’m not that much of a relaxed man.

“Cool, cool.” I smiled.

“So I’m going to grab some dinner, do you want anything special?” I asked as I made my way towards the door.

“Nah…” she went back into staring at her ID mindlessly.

“Do get dressed before I come back.” I ordered.

“Alright, sir.” She grins.