My body shivered when the servant revealed who Khane really was. Yes, he was the leader of the most feared mafia. I never imagined I would end up in the lair of a ruthless mafia boss.
I wrestled with my thoughts. Who wouldn't be anxious in a place like this? Despite its luxury and having everything I needed, I was still scared of Khane. This fear unconsciously made me bite my nails. My feet couldn't stop pacing back and forth around the room.
Royal ... that name wasn't unfamiliar, but ... where did I hear it?
The name of the mafia group kept resurfacing in my mind, filling my head with many terrifying scenes about Royal. Yes, now I remember. When I was working hard to make money, I often heard the name of that mafia group, Royal.
However, I never once saw their leader's face. Despite their notoriety, his identity was kept secret at that time. But everyone knew they were extremely dangerous and feared. Not just anyone could meet and know him. Because no one could capture him.
Stories about Royal always gave me chills, filling me with fear and anxiety. Although I never met them, their name alone terrified many, including me.
"So, what can I do here? Besides obeying and following his every desire. Only, when I refused to let him touch me, why did he stop as if he truly wanted to wait until I asked him?" I kept talking to myself in that room since there was no one else but me. This vast place became my bedroom, and it was the most astonishing thing I had ever experienced in my life.
My eyes still roamed around the room, observing one luxurious piece of furniture after another. The ornaments around were also stunning, and nothing looked cheap. I didn't dare touch anything, afraid I might break it and Khane would get angry. No! I didn't want to see him mad at me.
I decided to go to the bathroom and clean myself. I felt the most comfortable in there. The place made me feel at ease; after all, it was as big as my old bedroom. It had a large bathtub, a shower, and a closet. There was even warm water if I turned the tap.
I took off my clothes one by one, then walked under the warm water, which helped me calm down. I used the soap available there, its scent was so fragrant and luxurious. Luckily, Khane was still busy with his work, so I could relax for a bit now.
It didn't take long in the bathroom, just fifteen minutes. Then, I walked to the walk-in closet filled with so many types of clothes. I chose one and put it on. In another corner, I saw a vanity table with many makeup tools to beautify my face. I sat down and grabbed the hairdryer.
After finishing, I returned to the bedroom and sat down, feeling confused. Yes, I didn't know what to do here. Even though Khane said I could go out with the guards and do whatever I wanted, I didn't feel free. Perhaps ... there was danger if I went out. That's why Khane prepared them to guard me.
Just as I sat on the sofa, the bedroom door suddenly opened. I saw Khane standing there, with his jacket now in his hand. Without a word, Khane entered and threw the jacket onto the bed.
I stood still, seeing his intimidating aura. His stern face added to the fear of anyone who saw him. Then, Khane unbuttoned his shirt, standing bare-chested before me. I immediately turned around, not wanting to see the sight. This was the first time a man undressed in front of me. For some reason, I felt my body heat up, and my head throbbed when I glimpsed his broad back.
I could tell my face must be red with embarrassment. He should be the one embarrassed, why was I the one feeling awkward seeing him bare-chested like that?
But there was nothing wrong with this situation. I mustered the courage to turn around, and now I saw a tattoo and scars on Khane's back. They looked frightening, and for some reason, I felt sad seeing those scars.
"Why are you ... undressing here?" I asked without realizing I had spoken.
"I want to take a shower." Hearing his answer confused me. A shower?
"Why don't you go to your room? Why here?" I asked again.
A second later, I regretted my question. How foolish of me to ask such a thing to the most feared mafia leader. Oh my God, he could kill me right now if my words offended him.
I saw him walk closer to me, still with that unreadable expression. Now, Khane was beside me, reaching out to touch a strand of my freshly dried hair. I watched as he smelled my hair, like inhaling the scent from it.
"This is my room," he said, looking at me. "You used the soap I chose, it suits you well," he continued.
Khane's words made my heart race faster. The peace I gained from my bath was now shattered by this man making my heart pound again.
Unfortunately, Khane continued to the bathroom. For some reason, I felt irritated. I clenched my fists and decided to leave the room.
Yes, I needed to calm down outside. If I stayed in that room and kept seeing Khane, I was sure he would have weird thoughts and make my heart race again.
I walked around the penthouse, examining each door leading somewhere unknown.
I saw a room with the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and saw the view I hoped for. Yes, I found a lounge chair right by the window, overlooking the outside.
I walked toward the lounge chair and sat down. I stared out the window, lost in thought. Thinking about all the possible outcomes, revisiting the painful past.
I even wondered what would happen to me next?
So many questions filled my silent room. I almost forgot that Khane was still busy in the bathroom. For a moment, I wanted to set aside my anxiety. Truly, this place made me want to stay without leaving.
My gaze shifted to the darkening sky. It was already night, and I hadn't left this place for even a second.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt someone touch my shoulder. Instinctively, my body jerked, startled by Khane's silent presence.