Unlawfully His

CHAPTER 4- DRINKS AND SPARKS

There was no way in hell I was entering that. What did he mean by we could only reach each floor by an escalator and some more long-looking stairs? Having an issue with heights was one thing but this was just a whole new level.

“I can’t enter that. What if we fell off mid-way, or it randomly stopped? I’d likely pass out if not also hit my head against something. Can’t we just use the stairs?”

“Each section of this mansion has its own accessible routes. Stairs are quite a distant away and only allowed on special cases and occasions. Also, it’s not impossible for it to stop; however, there’s a glass door built for security. You just can’t see it from a distance. So do I have to keep explaining or continue when your tummy is done releasing an audio track?”

How dare him. I mean it wasn’t entirely a lie. My belly had been growling rather loudly after what seemed like hours of me being overly persistent. Sighing in defeat while praying under my breath I decided to follow him.

It couldn’t be that bad right? Getting closer to it, I could see the glass barriers put in place, not looking a hundred percent secure it still looked like it could provide the necessary support needed. Falling of one of these was not how I pictured dying.

After receiving a quirkier glance from a staff member passing by, I decided to enter it. I was already starving, so it couldn’t get any worse.

In no time, we were directly by what seemed to be the restaurant and this mysterious man was correct. The ride was rather fast and direct. Stepping into the dimly lit restaurant, I almost stuttered.

Interiors consisting of marbles at every side, music playing softly in the background, and candles lit on some tables. Following his lead, we stopped at a table for two at a rather reserved section. The restaurant had just a few people in, so it wasn’t hard to pick a nice spot.

We ordered a drink to wait while our meal was getting prepared. Thinking about it I was rather curious now; I had followed a total stranger to a restaurant. One I didn’t even get his full name at that.

Just as if he could read my mind, “The name is Gregory Blackwood, Greg for short. So can you stop looking at me all so confused now.” Well, that wasn’t so awkward after all

“My apologies but then again you just assumed because I hadn’t even uttered a word. So, what brings you into the city I could be wrong but I’d assume you’re not a native?

With every word I said his eyes never broke contact with me, it was like he was trying to search for something in my head, I found it strange but he probably was just like that. I didn’t want to drag it.

“Not exactly but I visit…when necessary, I’m here for work though and before you ask, I create balance in my life so juggling work and life is not a big deal for me.

This man had to be living the good life, I couldn’t imagine adding fun to my work back at NYC. Everything just felt too serious back there from being in one of the top Realtor company’s sales and design team, my life had been fully career focused.

Plus, the pay was attractive, so I never bothered trying to wreck things up, in fact it was one of the reasons for this trip because Mr Fisher never failed to remind me of either how I looked like a sick little girl, or how unproductive I had been.

Mr Fisher oversaw my team, a nice man regardless and the best leader I had ever had. In all his complaints I could see he was extremely scared for me and never reported to the senior authorities. For which I’d always be grateful.

The arrival of our meals was enough to get me out of my dream world and back to reality.

“That must be nice, so how’s the party treating you. You seem rather reserved for a lot of activities I’ve seen here so far, so why Rave”

“I’d say the night has been basic, there’s never too much to expect when you attend these events. It only gets ruined when you meet rather unthoughtful individuals also, you seem to read me quite well, so what would you say are my vibes?”

“Asides the gallery downstairs I can’t see any, fancy restaurants are a basic to you, the main carnival outside would seem loud and bizarre, I don’t think anyone would want to swim either and the spas and meditation sections I’d say impossible. Am I right or wrong Mr Greg?”

For a split second I could have sworn I saw him look impressed, but it was gone even faster.

“Hmm not so bad, but I’d say 50:50, there are way more sections in this mansion you haven’t seen yet trust me.” I was taken back at that, but he was right. I didn’t even know how to get to the restaurant had it not been for his help, and the black privacy glass used to design the walls on all floors made it rather impossible to see anything.

Now I had one question, who was this man and how come he knew this place perfectly. I could only guess he was a regular over here because I had noticed all staffs that passed us rather greeted him respectfully.

But, none of this would matter in a few hours.