Rabbit Hole (Romantic-Suspense)

Chapter 42: Plan B

Chapter 42: Plan B

Finishing the breakfast in his suite, he wanted to make sure I get an immediate rest and sleep back in my unit—all just because that’s what he thought it would take for me to recover from what I’m feeling.

And at that point, I began to think that even though he seems perfect with all these expensive flex of displays and furniture—and geniuses, in the end when it comes to woman anatomy—he’s just as clueless as any man who doesn’t have a care on how a woman’s body works.

Who would have expect that a top notch architect who owns a top tier firm—doesn’t have a clue on how exaggerated everything seems to me.

Then, it leads me to question his experience because from what happened last night, I don’t remember him hesitate to take the lead.

Glancing at him before we get in the elevator with already an older lady inside, I asked him. “That wasn’t your first, right?”

He glanced at me with an intrigued look, and when he realized what I was asking about, his face showed a beatific expression in an instant.

“You mean, s*x—“And when I thought he’s smart enough to at least show some privacy and respect, his sudden way of speech disappoint me.

“Shush! You don’t have to say it out loud.” Embarrassed, I shushed him off.

What the he—argh, I should’ve known. I shouldn’t expect this eccentric psycho in the first place to keep things low-key.

Shaking my head down, he chuckled and looks around—pretending he didn’t noticed we weren’t alone in here. I started to accept that no only my virginity—rather privacy is lost but also my poise.

“There’s no one—oh, hey! Good morning, ma’am.” Lennox said, in an upbeat tone—possibly when he saw the woman behind us.

Giggling in approval, she teasingly said—

“So you finally did it, huh?” The woman said, nonetheless, I choose to ignore here. Not turning around to face her as I keep my face forward, I waited till we drop at the twelfth floor.

Keeping a straight face, I stare dead at the door in front. Waiting for the cue to get out once the door opened a gap enough for me to get through.

I better hurry and find Mae today, I have no time to waste.

I told myself, focusing my mind on my goal.

Tsk. Too bad I have to use the emergency stairs to avoid running into him. Dang it, if only I made him get ready for work before dropping me off I wouldn’t have to resort to using the stairs. From twelfth floor to the ground floor I have to run down as fast as I can.

Elevator dinging open, I walked out immediately, putting a tired act.

“Yes, we did—“

“Oh, here’s our stop. Have a good day!” Lennox said, catching up my pace.

“So where were we?” He said, peeking, tilting his head on my side while we walk towards my unit.

Sighing in frustration, I roll my eyes in his gullible voice. Although, I’m trying my hard to pretend I’m feeling pain, I’ll let my frustration sipped out to make everything makes natural.

Well, because there isn’t a day I’m not, and I bet he’d find it too suspicious if I become kind to him overnight just because of s*x—

“Ah! The s*x part, yes, it’s not my first time.” He said, not minding everyone that’s going in and out of their unit hears him.

But, as much as I couldn’t lose any more face. I just shrug off the gazes and murmurs by the passing people around. But, contrary to me, Lennox—who’s now loving the attention, gives them a wider smile.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t care less, may be if he shouts ‘I f*cked her up’ out of his lungs, then I would’ve give a better f*ck and slap him across his face.

Hmm, who knows? Maybe that would make him leave me alone for at least a whole day. Besides, losing a face isn’t a concern anymore. After giving it to him, I feel like I can surrender anything to get what I want.

Is this even normal?

Is this how women who lost already lost their virginity feel?

Questioning myself, even though no voice would answer, I know that my feelings now—even though, playing under fear won’t matter.

What matter now is that my plan. My plan to find Mae—now before Lennox gathers and realizes what Mae meant with that clue.

Thinking about the clue, my mind unintentionally remembers that red room I discovered.

Remembering I saw, I subconsciously gain confidence with the sacrifice I made.

After all, that secret red room isn’t a bad deal, with that folder I can now not think of who the heck was that sender. Well, except for this psycho, who’s probably still clueless to what I just discovered. I thought, glancing at him before I enter my unit’s passcode.

Catching up what I meant with my gaze, he smiled and looks away.

Well, thinking about to what he told me. I knew it. He wouldn’t be so natural last night if it was his first time. Well, can’t blame him. With this looks, he probably has tons of girls keeling over him.

Then again, with what I’m telling myself—another question pops out in mind. The question I have always been asking myself since I knew he’s somewhat obsessed with me.

Why me? What’s with me that he’s obsessing over?

I thought, pressing my code instinctively. Then, my hand paused in the air when I hit an undeniable truth. Lump forming in my throat, I bit my lips in constant anxiety as I continued entering the codes.

What if one day—before I can know what he’s obsessed with—he suddenly lost interest in me. Thinking about it, the pit of my stomach wanted to collapse.

If he lost his interest—the interest I’m trying to manipulate. Then, he would just easily toss out.

Wait, what I am thinking this hard, when I can just ask him what he likes about me — then suddenly, Mae’s cries for help from the last time she called echoed in my head.

No, Alice. Hold out for now.

But, wait, what happened to those girls he had s*x with before? Were they his subject of obsession once?

I thought trying to remember any girls who came close to him. And, unfortunately, I can’t remember any...what happened to them? Where are they now?...

Loss in my mind to the point that I haven’t realized that the door already is unlocked until he tap my back, calling me—“Alice?”

“Are you, alright? Does it really hurt that bad? Do you want me to take you to the hospital—“

“Lennox, when did you had your first time?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder, dead staring at him. Then, his cheeky smile fell off as his deep eyes looks at me.

“With whom? And how many are they?” I continued, daring to face his examining eyes.

Then, before the tension gets the air around us, he lifted a smile but not reaching his eyes anymore.

N He said, but with what he just said, every bit of me feels the opposite—with that smile on, and cold compelling tone—I know, I should worry.

That smile…dang. I can’t wait to tear that off your face.

Having enough of his pretentious smile, I shrugged off his hand on my shoulder and walked in my porch, but before I close the door, I made sure to keep the intent eye contact with him.

Lennox, this is my way of telling you that everything I do from this point on, is all in order to ruin you.

You creep.

“That’s disgusting.” I said, pertaining to what he told me. Closing the door, he didn’t budge and just stares at me as he smiles sweetly—keeping the façade to further get in my nerves.

Shutting the door closed, I fell on my knees. Trembling, I cover my mouth to not let the breath I’m holding in make noises which he can definitely hear.

But, with the firm determination to knock him off before he can do anything bad to me. I stood up and compose myself.

Whether he’s keeping me because I can somewhat be an entertainment to him or because he just wanted me—either way won’t make difference in my decision to get away from him.

But before that, I should make sure Mae and aunt are safe. After that, I’ll find any hole in him and if I can’t see one, then I’ll have no choice but to dig one.

Glancing at the intercom’s screen, there I saw him still standing outside. With a face that’s strip of his pretentious face, I clenches my fist. And swear—

“If this is what it’s like to have a handsome psycho boyfriend, then I don’t want one anymore.”