Rabbit Hole (Romantic-Suspense)

Chapter 40: Wine Cellar

Chapter 40: Wine Cellar

Returning to bed as he puts me down while his lips swoon in deeply, I stopped and pushed his chest away from me before he could even stimulate a sensual sensation from me.

"Stop, let's go to sleep," I said, firm in tone, eyeing his caught-up reaction.

Then he smiled teasingly and leaned his face closer, "Alright then, let's go to sleep." He said, brushing his thumb on my lips before taking a peck on my lips.

After that, I pulled back to the corner with blanket sheets to cover my body. The moment I turned over, the nervousness I have been trying to hide suddenly burst out. Trembling hands, buried in sheets as quivering lips comfort and press against each other, I put my fist on my pounding chest as if it would help calm it. And, yet knowing the predator's just right behind me, no matter how bad I wanted to shut my eyes off—the fear of the known is keeping my eyes wide open.

Damn, if I were just a second late, he would have caught me inside that room—then, in the middle of thinking what I had felt a worst-case scenario. Another struck my mind.

Lying still, I gasp quietly when I suddenly remember a small detail I forgot.

The small gap of the door that exudes the light from within—covering my mouth, as I realized I didn't leave it as it was before I got in there paralyzed me instantly.

What if…Lennox—wait, did he even noticed it?

But before I could indulge in thinking possibilities, hands started slipping their ways through the blankets all the way to my waist and shoulder. Locking me up in a spoon cuddle from the back, I buffered.

"Sleep tight, Alice," Lennox said, burying his face in my neck, sniffing, brushing his face, and wash me with small kisses behind.

Yet, as how much his words sound sweet and comforting, the more my heart jumps in anxiety.

Eyes wide open, breath-holding in, I lie frozen as I could feel that the opposite of what he just said would happen to me.

There's no f*cking way that I can sleep tight here. I thought, as no matter how comfortable his bed and embrace are, the uncomfortable I get just by the mere of thought of how could I dare to forget to leave that gap exactly as I saw it before entering.

Damn it. Cussing in my head multiple times, I hugged myself in anxiety.

But, somehow, staying in this position where he's still here acting like this. The comfort of he still hasn't discovered and realized I just saw the hidden room behind the shelves, relaxes my nerves.

And so, as the minute passes and the time ticks by, I began to roam his house in my head.

Reviewing the flow of his suite, I tried to form a floor plan in my mind.

I don't think that room is just as it is. There must be something.

Something more to that red room.

Pondering, planning the penthouse in my head, starting from his porch, living to the dining area, even the bathrooms—till I get to that room in my mind. The next thing I wonder and tries to picture is what's so special in that room that needs to be hidden.

Is it just purely because of the folder I found on that desk?

What if I just missed something inside?

Like another secret wall or what—and right just then, the wandering mind suddenly pictures the kitchen and the room together planned next to each other.

Picturing Lennox's penthouse floor plan in mind, the only thing where the room could be next into and fit in the spaces is just next to the kitchen.

Thinking about it, I realized that I never have once stepped near into his kitchen. Then another memory flashes back.

The seeming hole in the floor behind the kitchen's nook from the porch, I saw through the partition, that first time I fell asleep in one of his room, caught my attention. And just as if my mind's telling me not to leave my hunches as it is, I feel the urge to look into that hole.

Then an assumption struck in mind.

What if, that room is just a distraction from the hole?

I thought as fine hairs rise, remembering how Lennox nonsensically hurries blocked my view from the kitchen.

I have to check that f*cking hole.

Since I have come this far, I might as well check it later morning. I have to wake up early and see it for myself.

3rd Person's POV

And so, dawn came, and Alice still hasn't slept a blink. Eyes fixed on the clock, waiting for a minute to finally occur from 6:29, and until exact 6:30, removing Lennox's hands that were wrapping her around, she moved up and rises from the bed.

Walking out after she dresses herself up from her scattered clothes on the floor, she glances back at Lennox and next to the walk-in-closet where she saw the hidden room before opening the door out of the room.

He must not have noticed the gap he left when he got off it

Or, he must have intentionally left it slightly open to distract me from that hole.

Either way, I'll just have to worry for the latter since he didn't show any sorts of reaction from the first one. You might as well confirm the last one to see it once and for all.

Alice thought, determined not to get out of his suite without anything in her pocket.

I won't go with 'nothing gain and nothing ventured. She spoke to herself inwardly, thinking that Lennox's other possibility might have just left it intentionally to make her believe the false pit of his depth.

Walking her way to the kitchen, Alice drills to her mind that Lennox isn't someone simple.

He's a complicated hot mess. She has to detangle in order to get out from his bondage.

Stepping into the kitchen's area that's just in front of the living and beside the dining area, the sun lights illuminate the flower petals on dispersed across the floor, and the died out scented candles.

Nonetheless, Alice knows that she has not the luxury of sparing the time to appreciate the effort Lennox took to make the last night romantic, for she expects that for a busy person like Lennox. He'll be up any minute by now.

The reason why Alice chose this time is to make breakfast a reason to get up early in bed if she got caught roaming his kitchen around at a suspicious time—if and only if her hunch is right. She knew Lennox would know something's up if she got up earlier than 6:30.

Approaching the nook, Alice looks down as she pretends to go and open the fridge. Then, just behind the nook, she sees what she saw from the last time.

I wasn't imagining.

She thought, confirming that it was indeed a hole. Standing right beside it, she crouched and examined the circular door, which looks like a sliding one. Alice gulped and peeked up to the corner from where Lennox would appear. Seeing he's not still awake, she puts her hands on the lid of the door.

A moment of truth.

Why Lennox suspiciously blocked this from me?

Then, thrilled as she holds her breath while sliding it open, she then saw the answer that has been bugging her.

"What?" Alice said, disappointed in tone.

Frown across her face, she blinks and blinks multiple.

Is this it? She asked herself.

Seeing a wine cellar beneath the hole, in the floor with a circular stairs along its circular wall where the wines are being kept in.

My mouth parted as to how unbelievably her guts for the first time got wrong. She immediately slid the door closed when she started hearing the door creaking open across the hall to Lennox's room.

"Damn it. Did I just overthink?" She hissed and started pretending to grab water from the fridge's dispenser as the footsteps get nearer.

Is that hidden room is all there is to it?!

Still doubting, she asked. She is not contented with what she gained from giving everything to Lennox. Thinking of the wines that are kept beneath, a realization hit her.

Wait, why does he keep these wines if his alcohol tolerance low?

I'm pretty much sure he was drunk last night—

"Good morning, Alice!" Then, Lennox's energetic voice startled her heart.

Damn it.

I still smell something's not right. She thought, unconvinced of everything she just knows.