I turn to the side grabbing a soft fluffy pillow that smells... I sniff in, so good. I breath out in satisfaction, I don't remember getting a wash bead that smells this nice and I sure as hell don't remember my bed being this soft. I peel my eyes open but immediately shut it back groaning as the bright ray of sunshine peeking through the small opening in the curtains hits directly on my face. yea, definitely not my room, I don't ever forget to draw the curtains properly. I rub my eyes and tilt my head to the side before opening my eyes, this time successfully as the sun isn't in my face anymore.
My heart skips a bit when I see that I'm really not in my house, where the fuc.. my mouth hangs open as memories of everything that happened yesterday pushes it's way to the front of my thoughts. I fly out of the bed landing my ass on the floor, a groan escapes my lips as the pain shoot through my body. At least I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, this means nobody undressed me. I use a moment to take a look at the room, it's really large, it"s like twice the size of my room, wow. I stand up to have a proper look, the tall walls are painted white, a very expensive looking chandelier hanging down the middle, grey décor, the room is almost empty save for the king sized bed, the big mirror by the side and the dresser, two night stands which has two bed side lamps on them, there's nothing else in the room, the sheets are white while the headboard is grey, the curtains covering the huge windows that's almost half the length of the wall is also grey in color, the dresser has nothing on it either, that's pretty much everything in here, there's nothing to show that someone lives in this room.
I walk to the door leading out of the room after taking a tour around it. Surprisingly, when I turn the door knob it opens, I take a breath of relief walking out and gently closing the door behind me. My jaw drops to the floor when I step into the long hallway. The walls are a beautiful and intimidating shade of black, the only lighting is coming from the dim lights on the edges of the black ceiling. This must be his house, looks like his style. It doesn't really look like I was kidnapped but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to walk around freely, this doesn't stop me from actually exploring this huge, luxurious mansion though, I've never been in a house this big and expensive looking so I'll just take a small look and I'll leave. I wonder what time it is, I've not seen my phone or bag since I woke up so I need to get those too, and so far I've not seen any other person in here.
The lights behind the circle mirror hanging on the wall in the middle of the hallway comes on as soon as I step in front of it, I gasp in awe at it but my face changes when I see my reflection in the mirror, my hair is all over the place, my face is swollen and they're tear stains, I want to run back and wash my face but I won't do that, I need to get my shit first or at least know how to escape from here. I don't even know where the fuck I am, I could be all the way in another country for all I know. I walk past the mirror and the light goes off, wow. Stopping in front of the next door I twist the knob and the lock unclicks. Most of the doors before this one weren't open, just about two out of five were open, and they were also huge luxurious almost empty rooms just like the one I woke up in, almost everything in there smells and feels new, doesn't seem like someone lives there. I slowly and gently push the door open only a crack, just enough space to let me peek in. There's nobody in here so I open the door widely and step in. Someone obviously lives here, and its kind of obvious whose room it is, with the excessive black color, he must be obsessed with black or something, almost everything in here is black and its almost two times the size of the other rooms here plus it smells like him in here. Once again, my mind is really telling me to leave here but curiosity already got to me. I mean I should at least know who he is right?
I walk farther into the room gaping at literally everything, they all look so freaking expensive, I wonder how much all of these cost, he must be very rich. there's a small flight of about 4 stairs leading up to the very big bed placed in the middle of the elevated floor, the corners of the elevated floor is covered with a tall glass that goes from the edges of the elevated floor to half the height of the walls still leaving enough space between the glass and the ceiling, this makes it impossible to leave or go in through any other way except the space in front of the step, kind of like another small transparent room inside this other very massive room, there's a long couch by the corner with a glass table in front of it, a very big and really pretty chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. Woah! I think I'm in heaven! I gush in awe at everything in here, I don't have the time to look at everything like that so I walk up the stairs leading to the bed area, there are two night stands with two fancy bed side lamps on them also. I reach for the top drawer and push it open, there's nothing in it so I shut it and open the next one, nothing either, I huff and shut it too. I don't even know his name yet.
''do you always barge into peoples rooms like that?'' I scream startled, I stop my hand that was reaching for the third and last compartment as soon as I hear his voice, I turn around and for the second time today my jaw drops to the floor. There he is, standing in front of the flight of stairs leading to the bed, a towel hanging dangerously low on his well sculpted waist, there's water dripping down his body indicating that he's just coming out the shower, his mop of black hair is now laying scantily over his face and down his nape too as water also drip from it on to his bare broad muscular chest and shoulders that has tattoos littered all over it, I lick my lips as my eyes dare travel further down to his very prominent and evident abs, the water trickling down it makes it look even more appealing, improper images of me tracing all of this water down his abs with my tongue flock my head and my cheeks heat up at that thought but my dark shade hides the tint that would have appeared which I'm grateful for.
''already staring?'' his deep low voice asks as he climbs the stairs stopping on the doorway and leaning on the glass by his left, his muscular body taking up all of the space, I reluctantly shake all these thoughts away and drag my eyes back up to be greeted with a cocky smirk that is plastered on his annoyingly handsome face, the tension in the air goes up and for some reason the room feels two times hotter than it was moments ago.
I scoff ''I'll rather watch pigs play in the dirt''
he raises a brow but doesn't say anything, his face is blank as usual so I can't tell what's on his mind either, guess I finally gave him enough comeback to fit his cockiness. He unattaches himself from the glass doorway and starts taking slow taunting steps to me, his hooded eyes are rested on my face as he approaches me making me even more nervous. Every ounce of courage that I had is now replaced by a feeling of submission, one that I refuse to give in to
To my right is the big bed, chances of me jumping on this bed and rolling to the other side without getting caught are very low to my left is the tall transparent glass housing the bed, at my back is the nightstand and wall and in front of me is the hawk himself. I swallow hard, there's no escaping this.
Soon his tall bulky figure closes in on me and I can now feel the heat of his body even from a feet away, he doesn't stop coming closer until he's right in my face, I'm only realizing just how tall he actually is. The sweet manly fragrance of his body wash filters through my nostrils, I take in a huge whiff of it. I'll never admit this to him but he sure has a very good taste when it comes to fragrances. He leans down so that his face is very close to mine, if I move my head just an inch forward, our lips will met in a kiss, my tongue darts out and pulls my bottom lip in between my teeth as I bite it, something I do whenever I'm nervous. I watch his black orbs flicker down to my lips and for a second, I see a very unfamiliar look in his eyes, one that isn't his signature smirk or cold blank look but before I get the chance to place what it is, its no longer there.
He opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by the vibration of his phone, he pauses then turns to the bed and picks his phone from under the pillow, phew! Thank fuck, don't know what I would have said if he asked again what I was doing in here. I want to tip toe out at this opportunity but again I need to get my shit back and I need to know where the fuck I am and who the hell he is too so I stand back there and try to eavesdrop on his conversation but that's a hit hard to do because I can't hear shit
"Sarò lì Presto" he says before hanging up, wow! He's Italian too? I should have known, he's good at hiding his accent though, that's why I didn't notice.
He turns his attention back to me "this is not gonna happen again Tabitha" he says as if to confirm something I already said, he wasn't asking and he wasn't leaving any room for negotiations. I know he was talking about me going through his room. I didn't think he was in there.
I nod my head not wanting to talk because I don't want my voice to come out squeaky and intimidated
"Words Piccola" his voice comes out lower than it was less than a minute ago
"Yes, it won't" I breath
"Good girl" I feel my knees go weak and a familiar string pulls in my core as the words leaves his mouth, I resist the urge to squeeze my thighs as that will give me away. Damn! He has absolutely no business looking this good and sounding this sexy.
"See yourself out" he says standing up right and walking to the other side of the bed, I let out a breath of relief as he's no longer so close to me. I start to go out when I remember the main reasons why I came in here
"I need my phone back and I need to know where I am, and I also need to know who you are" I turn back and throw the questions at him
He takes a few seconds before he replies bluntly still having his back to me obviously not in the mood to answer questions "your phone's in the room you woke up in, you're in my house and I'm Cesare Moretti" Cesare Moretti? Cesare Moretti, I like the sound of his name, is everything about this man just perfect?
"Leave when you're done, the front door is down stairs at the end of the hallway" his cracked raspy voice cuts through my thoughts bringing me back to reality "and you should take a shower, you stink" he adds
My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Did I say something nice about him before? I take it all back, he's a total douche bag but of course I don't say that out loud unless I want to die. Haha!
"Asshole" I mutter walking out and slamming the door after me. My heart beat returns back to normal as soon as I leave his room. I face palm when I look at a reflection of myself in the mirror again while walking back to the room I woke up in. I look absolutely horrible and I can't believe he's seen me like this. My eyes roam through the hallway just to be sure there're no cameras watching me before I raise my hand up a bit and sniff my under arm, my face scrunches up, He's correct though, I really do need a shower
The name Cesare Moretti is the first thing I check on google as soon as I saw my phone laying on the bed beside my gym bag and it was obviously kept after I left, I wonder how he was able to do that even when we were together but when it comes to him, nothing surprises me anymore. I got a few messages from Brea, two missed calls from her too, one from mom which I will reply to after I check just who exactly this man is.
I open the first blog post that I see, Italian Mafia, 31 years old, a few photos of him, that's all I get. I open another blog post and this one just has more photos than the last, photos of him coming down from the car or one of him walking in the street but they're all far shots and obviously not taken in his knowledge but they all say the same thing, he's dangerous and ruthless. I toss my phone to the side taking a deep breath as I lay back on the bed. What have I gotten myself into? I knew this though, I knew he was dangerous and not to be messed with from the moment I first saw him in that office, the way he killed that man without showing any form of emotion, even when he killed the man yesterday without a second thought, taking a person's life is a piece of cake for him which makes me really surprised that he didn't kill me on that day. But seeing this makes it even more real, It's not just in my head, every other person thinks he's dangerous and scary and that makes it worse.
My eye focuses on the pretty chandelier hanging up, I envy it, I wish I could always be this pretty and unbothered just like the chandelier. I hear the front door open and slam shut followed by the sound of a bike revving to life. I run to the window and push the curtain open slightly peeking through it to see Cesare on his bike, he's fully dressed so he's obviously going somewhere. I wonder where he's going to at this time, probably to go kill some more people, that seems to be his hobby. He pulls out to the driveway before zooming off, I don't move until he's out of sight. I sigh as I close the curtains and walk back into the room. I would use this as an opportunity to properly explore the house but not before I talk to Brea, she sent another message saying she's about to report me missing because I haven't replied her text or called her back in a while. She said she already asked Trevor if we're together and he said no so I can't lie with that so I told her I'm with the mysterious man I met at the club weeks ago, she calls him mysterious because I don't like it when she brings him up or try to get me to talk about him. and that's just Brea being dramatic as usual. We talk on the phone for a while though because I had to convince her that I'm fine. I'll call mom tomorrow, I'm sure she's already asleep by now.
The clattering sound of objects falling to the floor wakes me up, I must have fallen asleep after talking to Brea. My hand reaches for my phone laying on the nightstand. 4am? I drop it back and sit up rubbing my eye to get the sleep off it. I hear the sound again but this time it's more clear and it sounds like someone fell because I hear a groan after that. I swing my legs to the side and stand up walking to the door, once again, I open the door slightly and take a peek, something I've been doing more often. there's no one there. I start rethinking my decision, maybe I should just go back and lock myself in, I don't know who or what is out there but I hear a groan again and make up my mind to go check. I walk close to the wall because for some reason that gave me a sense of protection.
The hallway is clear so I continue down the stairs but stop midway when I see what's in front of me, 'who' rather because that's obviously a person and that person just happens to be Cesare laying at the foot of the stairs in a pool of his own blood.
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