“This is my house, Miss painter” Alex spoke, having this bored look in his eyes. “ Miss painter? Your house?” She asked, confusion settling in. Then she gasps putting the pieces together.
“You fûcking ordered those pictures, are you trying to mess with me? And you kept me locked up in here.”Debbie fumed, glaring hard at his imposing figure.
Alex chuckles “ I wanted to teach you a lesson for degrading my company” he said, with his arms folded to his chest. “ I don't understand, how did you find out about me been an artist ?” Debbie inquired.
Alex bent to her level “ You should be more worried that I would get to dig more into your personal life, I find you intriguing Miss painter” he said, lowly to her ears. Debbie swallowed hard.
“ You can leave, there's nothing here for you” Alex said
