AWAKENING IN LUXURY.
I slowly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the unfamiliar white ceiling and an intricate chandelier in the middle that caught my attention. I rubbed my eyes to get a clear vision.
I slowly began to remember what happened last night.
"Where am I? Was I kidnapped? But why would father kidnap me? I don't even have a penny for ransom."
"Where did that son of a b***h go to? He will surely pay for this." I will make sure.
I jumped from the bed and immediately felt a splitting headache and a sharp pain under my feet. I walked around, looking at the unfamiliar room.
How did my foolish father get this place? Everything here screams of money and luxury, and there is no way he can afford such.
Our house is tiny compared to this whole room.
In the center of the room, there is an expensive and very soft queen-sized bed with pink linen and a duvet. There are also fluffy throw pillows inviting you to descend into its comforts.
A soft cotton blanket is neatly folded at the foot of the bed to add a touch of warmth. At the side of the bed are glossy bedside tables with cozy lamps, providing heat to the room, especially for nighttime reading.
A polished coffee table sits in front, showcasing a beautiful vase of flowers. There is also a large television in front of the bed.
The walls are painted in a calming shade of pale gray, complemented by fragile color accents. A walk-in closet offers ample storage for clothes and other personal belongings. Near it, there is a comfortable armchair and a small side table.
On another wall, there's a large window with flowing pink curtains, allowing natural light to filter in during the day. The room is decorated with artwork and framed photographs, adding a beautiful and personal touch. A soft, comfy rug covers the tiled floor, providing comfort under the foot.
Am I dreaming? I thought as my eyes continued to roam around the corners of the room. Why don't I feel bothered about knowing where I was? Maybe the elegance of the room made my body feel at ease. No kidnapper in their proper sense will keep their victim in a beautiful room like this.
I dragged my wounded foot around the room and decided to go to the side to find out what was behind the curtain. I pulled the silky curtain and discovered a dark bind was blocking access to the window, so I decided to tamper with the switches beside the door.
I pressed one of the switches, and small dim lights turned on in the corners of the ceiling. I pushed another one, and the leading light of the room turned on. I tried the last one, and the dark binds suddenly went up.
I watched in shock as it revealed an entire glass window, making sunlight flood the room. I had to shut my eyes and raise the back of my hand to protect my eyes. I wondered how long I slept for the sun to be out.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I started staring out the window to admire the beautiful view of the city. I could see almost everything below the city. The blue color of the sky looked so perfect.
The whole view was filled with high mountains, well-trimmed bushes, and very tall buildings. It had to be one of the most excellent views so far. Where am I? I am very sure this is not the same city I lived in.
Everything looked unfamiliar to me. Too many questions were going through my head, and I needed answers as I was already pondering. I tried to remember last night's occurrence, but I couldn't recollect anything.
Maybe it was the effect of the too much drink I had? How did they succeed in bringing me here without waking me up? Was I that drunk, or did that mistake of a father just hit me too hard? I tried to find answers, and different questions kept popping up.
I went to the door and tried to open it, but to my greatest surprise, it was locked. I became more scared as I felt my life was in deep danger. Maybe I had a one-night stand! Did I go home with a stranger last night? I sat at the edge of the bed, trying very hard to remember, until my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the door.
My head snapped. I opened my mouth in awe when I saw the person that opened the door. It's confirmed I would come home with him even if he were a stranger. He is fucking handsome! Who the fuck is he? He is looking so gorgeous in his white bathrobe.
The robe was loosely tied to his waist, forcing me to sneak a peek at his hairy chest and well-sculpted abs. The water dripping from his wet hair made my breathing seize.
Hmm, this particular view is even more excellent than the one I just saw outside. He cleared his throat in preparation to talk, but I didn't bother to look at him. I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
He looked so yummy that I wouldn't mind having him for desserts.
"Adriana." He called my name so coldly. This time, he successfully caught my full attention. How did he know my name? Could he possibly be a kidnapper? Kidnappers aren't this handsome. They are always fierce and ugly-looking.
Did I introduce myself to him without remembering? But I don't do that in casual meetings as I try to play hard to get. I was tempted to ask him how he got my name.
I looked up into his dark, piercing eyes. He kept staring at me, and I could feel his eyes roaming my body. His gaze was so intense that for the
first time waking up in that room, I felt so scared.