CHAPTER 15 STRIP!
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Jonathan’s patient was already at its breaking point, “Was it right to be up here with the young madam even if she requested it? What will the young master think? Although he clearly instructed me to keep close eyes on her even inside the mansion, was this part of my work jurisdiction?” he thought, clearly confused about what to do next.
“Ma’am, you’ve been in there for hours. We need to get going. The young master must be on his way by now, please come out”.
“Just a little bit longer, and then we’ll be gone, I promise,” Lila replied, giving him a pleading look as she took another stroke.
“Ma’am, you’ve said that for three hours now. Please, we need to get out of here before the young master comes.”
“Hey, calm down. I’ll be out soon, I promise, alright?”
“Ma’am, I’m out of here. This job is all I have, I don't think I need to be up here with you.” He made his way to the elevator.
“M-my leg!” Lila’s voice wavered as she struggled to get to the surface of the water, thrashing aggressively.
“Ma’am, if this is another tactic to keep me here, please cut it off,” Jonathan said, pressing the elevator button but stopping abruptly when he heard Lila’s frantic plea.
“Jon… Jonathan, I can’t move my legs, Cramps…!” she didn’t complete her sentence before a flood of water came rushing into her mouth, as she slipped under the water.
Jonathan’s heart raced, he ran towards the pool, pulling off his suit jacket and diving in without hesitation.
Reaching for her, he pulled her out onto his shoulder. She had already swallowed a mouth full of water by the time he pulled her to the edge of the pool.
He pulled her out of the water panting heavily, he wasn’t much of a swimmer though.
Placing her beside the pool deck, he lay on his back for a few seconds gasping for air.
She laid motionless, looking lifeless, and a wave of terror washed over him. He wasn't used to this kind of thing, he had never had a situation with a drowning woman before, so he looked around nervously, Panic seizing him, and without thinking, he pressed his ear close to her chest, gripping her waist tightly, desperate to see any sign of life.
Just then Lila coughed out twice, spitting a good amount of water, she blinked her eyes open.
“What the f**k?!” Damien yelled, Anger rose up his veins."What the hell is going on here?" he said through clenched teeth, his eyes piercing through Jonathan like a knife.
Jonathan looked up, startled and scared, trying to speak but only managing to stutter. “I… Sir…. It’s not what… she was drowning, she had a muscle pull”
“What the f**k was she wearing?” he thought to himself, throwing a quick look at her before throwing his angry gaze back to Jonathan.
"Drowning? He asked, giving Jonathan a very scary icy stare. “ How the hell did that happen? Why are you here?" His voice was low and menacing, each word dripping fire.
“She.. she asked for a swim” Jonathan stammed, trying to find his voice. "I don't know how it happened sir, I am sorry” he pleaded “ One moment she was swimming, and the next she was struggling. I just acted on instinct”
Damien grabbed Jonathan by the collar without warning and yanked him to his feet. "Sorry for what exactly?" he asked through a clenched jaw.
Jonathan's eyes widened in fear. "I’m sorry sir, I was just trying to help—" he pleaded.
Damien gripped his neck tightly, squeezing it with so much strength. Jonathan's eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe. "Si...r..." he gasped, pleading with the last of his strength.
"Damien, stop! Please!" Lila cried out, now sitting up. "He told me we weren't allowed up here, but I insisted. Don't hurt him, please. Punish me instead."
Her willingness to take the blame only succeeded in infuriating Damien the more.
With a furious growl, Damien threw a hard punch across Jonathan's jaw, sending him crashing into the water.
Stripping off his suit jacket, he wrapped it around Lila, then roughly grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. He dragged her downstairs, his grip piercing deep into her flesh.
Standing in front of his room, he shoved the door open and hurled her inside, causing her to crash onto the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it, his anger still raging.
The room was very dark, all the bulbs were switched off and a black gigantic curtain covered the window. Lila tried to steady her breathing as she pushed herself up.
………
Damien stormed into his office. “How could she defend that i***t? And why does she insist on breaking the rules? What was it about her that gets me furious every f*****g time?”
He was angry, and he didn’t know why, but he hated the fact that he was angry.
Deep down, he knew he was not infuriated because she had gone to the pool with Jonathan, but what was it?
Was it the way the guard's head rested on her chest, or how she lay almost naked in front of his staff? Or perhaps it was the laughter and chatting they shared on their way up.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. He needed to calm down. But the image of Lila defending Jonathan, offering to take the blame, kept replaying in his mind, stroking his anger anew.
Upstairs, Lila curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face.
Her mind raced with thoughts of what had just happened and what Damien might do next, was he going to kill Jonathan? Why?!. She couldn't understand why he was so furious.
As the minutes dragged on, she forcefully crawled to the door, hitting it weakly with her last strength as she called on Damien, the door was locked from the outside. She was trapped, at the mercy of Damien's unpredictable wrath.
Damien brought out his phone and dialed Hakim’s number “Lock Jonathan up in the dark room, I want him tied upside down”
“Okay young Master, but we still haven’t seen him”
“He is at the pool, upstairs” With that he hung up.
Taking a deep breath, he made his way back upstairs, he was a bit calmer now.
Lila sat in front of the door, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked up at him, with fear written all over her.
"Damien, please," she began, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I promise I won’t disobey you again. I will become invisible to you from now on."
He dragged her to the middle of the room, his eyes locked on hers. "Sorry isn't good enough. You need to understand there are consequences of your actions. Now strip!"
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