*JULIA*
I didn't know if he could hear it as well, but shit, my heart drummed so loudly inside my chest that I couldn't help but think it was gonna jump out of my chest.
How in the world was it so hard to stand next to this mysterious man?
I tried my ultimate best to stay calm as he led me out of that nauseous room.
"What on earth happens in your damn head? Why did you come to this kind of place?" He angrily asked as he swung my hand away when we finally reached the hallway.
Wait? Angry? Why did he sound mad? Did I hear it right? How is it possible? But why?
"What kind of place?" I asked innocently. "What do you think is kind of place is this? What? You're even criticizing your territory now?"
He grabbed my wrist again and harshly pulled me closer to him. He has a mask on, but for some reason, I sensed that he wanted to bite me out of annoyance. "You should not come here like that. What are you thinking and agreed with Diego to wear that hostess uniform of our club?" His brows furrowed, and anger was becoming visible in his eyes.
"Can you stop pretending? Isn't it because of you that I'm here?" I acted brave, but if he made a move against me, I would faint for sure. His aura alone was already pushing me to the verge of craziness and depression. "Return my stuff to me and I'll leave right away!"
"Do you think you can leave just like that?"
My lips twitched. Was this man dense? I already told him I was here because of my stuff. If he didn't return it to me, I won't leave for sure even if he dragged me out of the club.
"You heard me. As long as my necklace is with you, I won't leave here." I firmly said as I held my chin up high.
"I see. Then, get it with me." He once again hauled my hand, leading me somewhere.
So fast? He agreed so easily? Could it be this man is planning something bad for me? No! No! I can't go with him. It should be me leading him somewhere. I must convince him to come to our room.
I rushed in front of him as I unexpectedly retracted my hand from his grip and held his uninjured hand instead. He knitted his brows but returned them to normal very quickly.
"You know my room?" He asked.
"No. But I know the way to my room. We will go there." I said. My heart again drummed so fast because I knew to myself that I was going to do something bad. Besides, this was my first time doing this kind of thing.
Drugging a mafia lord? I was no longer afraid of death.
"Your room? And what are we going to do in your room? Play with fire?" He asked mysteriously.
"I have yet lost my mind." I felt my cheeks heat up upon hearing his words. To cover up my nervousness and awkwardness, I rolled my eyes. "You're hurt because of me. I'm going to treat your hand in my room first because we can proceed to your room and retrieve my stuff."
"You're not mad?"
I stopped from my track hearing his questions. I was mad, but would my anger change everything?
I sighed. "I was someone who doesn't linger with unhappy memories. So there's no need for me to get mad because of things from the past." I raised my head and read the number of the room. After ensuring that it was the room I and Diego occupied earlier, I pushed it open. "Here we are."
"Why not here?" He pointed to the room across from my room. "This is my room. You can treat my wound there."
"No!!" I yelled at him out of anxiety and I immediately covered my mouth. I held my breath as soon as his eyes darkened. My heart once again fluttered panicked. I am doomed now. "I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to yell. I just really don't like entering other people's rooms. I don't feel comfortable."
"You don't feel comfortable in my room?" He asked as if he had not heard me. He tilted his head as he started coldly straight into my eyes. "Or you're planning to do something else?"
Oh Dear Me! Did he notice something? Did he read my mind?
"Forget it. Let's do it in your room then." He made his way inside before me. And to my surprise, he went directly to the expensive bottle of wine standing on the mini-table.
He took it and filled the glass with wine, while I was wondering in my head, 'Do this man not afraid that I might put poison on the wine and kill him? So careless.'
I went up to him when he was already bringing the glass of wine. My conscience hit me. I got a feeling that I must imply him with something, something to lessen the guilt in my heart. At least, if he passed out later, he won't blame me.
I frowned at him, and sounded my tone worried, "Hey, why did you drink somebody else's wine just like that? Are you not afraid that poison might be added inside?"
He turned to me and released an audible smirk. "I am the poison itself. No poison can take me down. So be careful."
As soon as he said that, he gobbled the wine which I had no idea how he managed to drink without removing his mask. He simply lifted it a little with his other hand, and that was it, he took the wine so easily.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked with a hint of displeasure. "Are you trying to peek at me?"
I shook my head. "I'm just wondering what you look like without that mask."
"Trust me, woman. You'll suffer nightmares when you see my face." I didn't answer him, especially when he suddenly held his temples and slowly fell on the couch.
I didn't help him to lie properly on the bed. I just let him fall on the couch and roll to the floor.
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm sorry. I don't want to do this. But you took my precious stuff. We're even now."
I hurried to the door and pressed the light switch off. I was about to run out of the door when, suddenly, a big, rough, and powerful hand covered my mouth and dragged me back inside that dark room.