Savage's

CHAPTER 6

*Daisy*

I never expected to feel so relieved, so thankful for my current situation. Though this man technically owns me, he doesn't seem to pose a threat. In fact, so far, I can't help but feel attracted to him. I know that's wrong, and I'll keep my feelings in check, but there's something about his demeanor. He's guarded, much like myself, but reveals some cracks beneath the surface. He has what everyone else in his family lacks: a heart.

I didn't want the conversation to end, and I definitely didn't want him to leave, but maybe it's for the best. Developing feelings for him is dangerous, and even though he doesn't seem like the others, I can never truly let my guard down near him. It will be difficult in the beginning, but hopefully, over time, I can navigate easier.

My back still hurts. Every time I move, I can feel the tugging of raw skin. I cringe with every motion that tears it out of place, but know that only time will heal my wounds. Although, Grayson's presence surely doesn't hurt it. I really enjoyed talking to him, and now that he isn't here, I find myself craving his attention. What is happening to me?

I buried my head in my hands, groaning, until I heard someone laughing. I looked up to find Grayson standing in the doorway. He was holding a glass of water, and witnessed the whole thing. I smiled, completely ignoring what he just saw. He walked in, handing me the glass, as I set it on the table next to the bed.

It was getting late, already past nine o'clock. About an hour ago, he brought me eggs and toast, which was nice but I wasn't very hungry. I know he noticed, given how much food was left on the plate.

This is the first time I've noticed how nice this bedroom is, from the clean black carpet, to the matching bedsheets. There's a large screen TV mounted on the wall across from the bed, and a dark wood dresser that sits below. A nightstand table on either side of the bed. A closet and bathroom off to the left, and even another small area that is currently empty.

"Dinner will be served soon. Would you like anything in particular? I have a chef that cooks every night, he can make whatever you want," Grayson offered, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

"That's a late dinner..." I whispered, perplexed.

"Usually it would be earlier, but considering we got home late, I prepared for a later dinner." He casually responded.

"I like everything..." I muttered, answering his first question.

"Okay..." He nodded, smirking. "There's the bathroom, and if you want to change into something else, just tell me. I'll fetch you some of my clothes, until I can buy you some of your own."

"Thank you, Grayson." I offered a petite smile.

"Call me Gray," he said, walking back toward the doorway.

"Gray?" I asked, before he left completely. "Will you... stay?"

He took a deep breath, hiding his face from behind the doorway. "No... I'm sorry."

With that, he was gone again. I sighed, glancing around the room. I realized this was the master bedroom, and wondered why he had me in there. Surely he wouldn't give up his own bedroom for the slave... right?

I was bored, and wanted to get my mind off of the pain, so I looked around for the remote to the TV. When I finally located it, I couldn't help but grunt, as it was across the room on the dresser... below the TV! Why have a remote, if you're just going to leave it by the thing it controls?!

Bitching to myself, I limped across the room, grabbed the remote, and limped back. When I got to the edge of the bed, I stubbed my toe on something under the bed. I yelped, holding my right foot in my hand. I lost my balance before I knew it, and fell backwards onto the floor. Normally, this wouldn't have affected me much, but with my recent whip injuries, it sent me careening into a world of agony. I screeched at the top of my lungs, as I flung myself onto my stomach on the floor.

Crying and out of breath, I didn't notice Gray come rushing into the room. Immediately, he scooped me into his strong arms, and rested me back on the bed. I held onto one of his forearms, clutching it tightly, fighting the agony that was surging through my body. It made me breathless.

"It's okay, I've got you." Gray whispered, easing me back against the pillows.

After a few minutes of breathing, I had finally calmed down. I knew he was going to ask what happened, and I knew the answer was going to make him laugh. I wasn't looking forward to it.

"What were you doing?" He asked, and there it was.

"Uh..." I pointed to the remote that was on the floor by the bed. "I was going for that, and hit my foot on something sharp under your bed."

"I see," He pursed his lips, stifling his laughter, and handed me the remote. "Anything else?"

"No." I turned my attention to the TV, and clicked it on.

He didn't want to stay earlier, and I won't ask again. So instead, I focused on the show that was on TV, and Gray slipped out the door again. I couldn't help but wonder where he was going, each and every time he left me alone in his bedroom. What was he doing? Is there a woman in his life? There can't be... why else would he want me? Oh my gosh. Why the hell am I thinking like that?

I forced myself to watch the TV, dive into the dramatic show that was on, and forget about my life for just a short moment. It was easier than I thought. The show was actually really entertaining. After the second episode, Gray popped his head in through the doorway to peek at me. I glanced at him, our eyes locking for a minute, before he looked away.

"Dinner is ready," He announced, "Would you like to eat in bed?"

I wanted to ask where he would be eating dinner, but I decided against it. Instead, I remembered the pain I felt the last time I tried standing. Even though I fell, I didn't want it to happen again. I'm probably better off staying right where I'm at, for many reasons.

"I think that's best." I nodded, afraid to upset him.

"I'll have the maid bring you a plate." He said, leaving the room again.

I held my breath the whole time he was talking, and I realized something... I was still afraid of him. I don't know why, he hasn't given me a personal reason yet, but I am. There's something about him, something that remains a mystery. It's also why he's so sexy... the mysterious factor...

After a couple of minutes, a woman walked in with a tray in her hands. She smiled, setting it over my lap. Chicken, green beans, a baked potato, and a glass of wine. The woman leaves without a word, and I start cutting up the chicken. Everything smells wonderful, and it isn't long before I'm scarfing it down. The wine pairs perfectly with the other flavors, everything complementing one another.

Once I'm finished, I slide the tray further away from me, and continue watching my TV show. Feeling out of body, out of place, and like I shouldn't always expect this. I felt odd, like I was misplaced. Gray chose the wrong girl... yet here I am. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I was confident in the fact of knowing this isn't such a terrible place right now. Not compared to my last residence. Though I'm smarter than that, and I know not to get too comfortable, because things can always change.