"Why did you tell me to leave the restaurant, don't you know that I was safer in there." I asked with annoyance, staring at him from the back of the car as he drove us home.
"The restaurant is owned by the Garth Rivers and he's best friends with Lucius Trevol." Victor smoothly answered.
"There was a crowd of people in there, they still wouldn't have been able to do a thing to me."
"This a fight between the real big families Lisa, it doesn't; matter if the whole world sees them kidnap you, no one not even the government will do a thing." Victor said in sharp rebuttal tone and I couldn't help but swallow greatly at his words.
"I've already informed the young master about this"
After these words, all the way back to the penthouse we drove in silence and I couldn't help but think heavily when I got back to my room.
....
My name is Lisa Barok, the daughter of Trent Barok and the late Evelyn Barok. Though my family is not as big as the likes of the Trevol family we were high class and I think it was my father's desire to rise higher that led to him marrying me off to Jacob.
"Dad why" I wondered as I lay on my bed rubbing the smooth silk that covered it and thought about Victor's words to me.
The thought of being drawn into a world where not even the government rules could apply and protect me frightened me and it was with these thoughts that I slipped into a deep slumber, one which saw me having nightmares about several mean looking men.
In my dream, about 4 black jeeps drove up and parked around me, trapping me in a circle but then luckily, I was not alone, I was with someone.
Dressed in plain white shirt and black trouser, though I could not see his face, I could recognize his tall frame and broad back anywhere.
Gripping my hand gently and telling me nit to be afraid, he ran up to the men and began battling them.
Whenever any of the mean me got close to me, wanting to grab me, he would appear from nowhere and kick them away, the rage I could hear in his grunts telling me how much he detested that someone was trying to harm me.
Though he took some time to beat up the bad guys, I enjoyed every minute of him flexing the muscles of his arm as he fought and then when he was done I ran into his waiting arms, hugging him as he took me to a garden of beautiful flowers and there I tended to his bruises.
"His bruises" I screamed as I woke up from my sleep with a startle.
Not even wasting a second, I charged out of my room, worry on my face and mind as I navigated my way through the house, descending down the stairs, rushing past the cleaner and cook till I got to Victor's room.
My breath was heavy and ragged and it was only after I knocked on his door that I regained my mind and asked myself what I was doing.
"What will I tell him when he opens the door? God I can't believe I ran all the way here without even thinking things through.
I mean what makes me so sure that he is even injured, he walked and looked breathtakingly fine after the fight"
My mind was swamped with all sorts of thoughts and just as I was concluding on moving away when the door opened and I came face to face with him.
Immediately the door opened, I schooled my expression, adorning it with a frown as I looked at him.
"Lisa"
Normally I should be referred to as Mrs. Barok by Victor but with his employer having told me to refer to me as "Mrs. Trevol" the only way I could escape that name was letting him call me "Lisa"
Till today I still don't know if that had been a wise choice because hearing his thick smooth voice call out my name with fondness contributed to my infatuation for him.
"Victor" I coldly replied, him, this being the only way I could stop the blush that threatened to get on my face.
"What's the matter"
When Victor had first opened the door, the first thing I noticed about him was that he was shirtless and immediately I had looked away from his body to his face.
Hearing his question now remined me of the reason I had come down here and I could not help but cry within because no way in hell could I tell him that I was here was because I was worried that he had gotten hurt during his fight.
Tightening my face, I dared look back at his chest and observing it more closely my heart tightened with pain as indeed I could make out some bruises and red marks.
"Go in" I said in harsh tone.
"Huh" Victor asked again.
"I said move in I want to talk to you"
My words surprised Victor buy it was after his eyes ran across my body that I check myself and realized that I had run to his room in just my night gown, a gown which hung at my thighs.
"Ahh stupid me" I cried within but I refused to break out of character.
"Well, are you ignoring my orders."
Victor and I had a cordial relationship and it could be said that this was the first time I was speaking to him such an authoritative manner. I had expected a look of anger or disappointment to flash on his face but instead he shrugged his shoulder and went in.
Victor's lack of reaction to my sudden attitude should have made me happy since I didn't want to hurt him but instead it hurst me.
"Did he not even consider me as a friend"