Chapter 2
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ELSIE
Light pangs surged through my head as I turned on my oddly soft bed.
I opened my eyes, closing them back immediately as the light rays from the sun went directly into them, before opening them slowly so they could adjust to the lights.
It was a room, big, extremely big. It was white and grey themed, a color I never knew would make a beautiful combo. The golden hue of the sun coming through the glass windows gave it an aesthetic look, like something I could find on Pinterest.
Where is this place? And why am I here?
I let my eyes scan through the room, there wasn't any paintings on the walls white walls. The furnitures and curtains were in different shades of grey, and every single thing screamed luxury.
Oh God, am I dreaming?
I sat up on the bed, turning to the side.
A loud scream escaped my lips, but I was quick to catch myself, covering my mouth with my palms.
It was a man. He was deeply asleep, the white duvet only covering the lower half of his body, his bare chest on display.
I looked down at myself, realizing that I had no clothes on as well.
Oh, s**t.
I scanned the room hastily for my clothes, only to find them scattered everywhere on the floors.
I jumped out of the bed and started to gather my clothes, wriggling myself into them.
I spotted my bag on the vanity table, rushing over to grab it, but my eyes caught something else.
A watch sat prettily right beside my bag on the table ,and it looked extremely expensive.
It had golden straps that scintillated under the white illuminated lights, the circular clock, rimmed with a golden palette, decorated with tiny diamond stones that reflected the rays of light.
It looked like it was worth a fortune.
Jackpot, I thought.
If I could secure this in my possession, I could clear out all our debts and father's pending hospital bills.
But that would be stealing, another voice in my head opposed the initial thought.
I picked up the wristwatch, eyeing it like it was a puzzle I was trying to fix.
I turned around to look at the man on the bed, he was sleeping peacefully with his head turned in my direction, light snores eluding his mouth.
Fucking bastard, I thought.
I was drunk out of my mind last night and he took advantage of that.
Anger suddenly coursed through my veins, causing a fire to burn with me.
Just take the wristwatch and leave.
No, don't!
It's your ticked to luxury.
Stealing is bad!
Your father's hospital bills.
It's a wrong thing to do!
The contradicting voices echoed in my head, giving me an immediate headache. I pressed my palms to the side of my head, "shut the f**k up!" I whisper screamed, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down so I could think straight.
I needed money, and that too, urgently.
Sighing, I looked back to see him still softly snoring on the bed, and I saw it as an opportunity to sneak it into my bag.
On cue, I headed for the door, making sure to quietly shut it behind me.
Realization slapped me in the face.
I didn't know my way around here, abd this house— mansion, was extremely big.
I turned to my left, and then to my right. Both sides looked like they mirrored each other, they was exactly the same, not even a single object to differentiate them.
When I got here last night, I was drunk, so there was no way I'd have been able to tell what direction led to the stairs.
I needed to get out of here, now.
I sighed, turning to my left, walking ahead. I found the stairs, descending them as silently as I could.
I got to the foot of the stairs, discovering that there was an identical staircase just by my right.
I fought the urge to groan out loud. No matter what direction I would had taken; whether left or right, I would have found the stairs anyway!
Whose idea was it to build this f****d house anyway? Ugh.
I found my way out in no time, whipping out my phone to Google search for the nearest bus stop.
Four days had passed since that night, and I was right. That wristwatch was a f*****g lottery ticket.
I had sorted our rent, and even dad's hospital bills. He was receiving the best treatment, and I couldn't be more glad.
Mum had been constantly asking where I got the money from, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her.
The thought of having to watch disappointment glad through her eyes broke me.
Would she ever look at me the same?
So, I cooked up a story that she so blindly bought, to my surprise.
I tiredly dragged myself up the fleet of stairs that led to the top floor of the three storey building where our apartment was situated.
I got to the top of the stairs, searching my bag for my keys as I made my way to the front door.
"Finally," I breathed out the moment I found them, throwing them in the air and catching them repeatedly.
I got to the front door and it was… opened?
Mum was supposed to be at the hospital with dad, so there should be no one at home.
Or did she come home early?
That thought caused my face to light up as I walked through the door, shutting it behind me.
"Mum, I—"
The words hung in my throat, my mouth dropped ajar, my eyes widened in immense shock.
He had a white dress shirt on, the two top buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to an inch below his elbows, and somehow the shirt was still perfectly tucked in his pants that was secured around his waist with a black leather belt with a golden buckle.
His very dark hair was tousled, complementing the "Mafia Lord" look he effortlessly pulled.
A coy smile danced on his lips as he narrowed his gaze at me.
Creepy s**t.
He sat there, resting either of his elbows on his tights, his hands clasped in front of him as he stared at me from beneath his lashes.
The silence in the room was loud, uncomfortable.
The aura he commanded was choking, threatening to suck out all the oxygen in my lungs.
Two hefty men in black stood besides him, their hands clasped behind them as they stood with their shoulders raised high.
They were bodyguards.
"Well, hello," his deep baritone voice resonated through the room, causing my heart to sink to the pit of my stomach.
I got caught.
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