POV: Claire
The more I waited, the more time passed, and the more frightened I became. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, it felt as if it would jump out of my chest any second. I clutched my chest, trying to hold my heart in. Kyle kept talking to the guys holding him, trying to bargain for his freedom. He sounded so dumb and stupid, I wonder how never saw this side of him before. Like, how the hell does he expect them to flip on their boss because of him?
It’s like asking them to commit suicide for him and that is so dumb and stupid. He kept trying to bribe them with many things, he even offered them my sister’s Diamond necklace, telling them about my sister’s rich fiance and how he could get them more Diamonds if they helped him escape alive.
“Shut the fuck up, dummy!
If you think they would flip on their boss for a low life like you, then you are even more stupid than I thought. They are not like you, they don’t step on everybody’s toes and they don’t screw everyone over for a few bucks. If they wanted to be bribed, they wouldn’t have brought you here, dumbass!” I yelled furiously at him.
“If you survive this, you should listen to her more often, Kyle. She is way smarter than you are. Dumbass,” they teased and laughed at him, making jokes about him being a dumbass. That made Kyle so mad that he glared at me as if he wanted to reach over and strangle me. I ignored him and just looked away, trying not to cry. Luckily he didn’t say anything more annoying else I would have killed him before the boss arrived.
We stayed in silence for a while longer, I think this is how the boss wants it to be. I’m guessing that this is how he puts fear in the hearts of people he wants to hurt. He makes them wait, and then he makes them anticipate what is coming, making their heads to turn with anticipation and fear.
Well, if that’s his trick, then it’s really working because I am so fucking scared right now. I don’t know what to expect from someone that everyone is so scared about, I have no idea what I would do when I see him. I don’t even know if he is going to listen to anything I say. I sat on the floor, waiting, anticipating his arrival. And then, after several minutes of waiting for him, one of the thugs yelled at the others,
“Look serious, he’s coming,” he scolded his colleagues, faking seriousness immediately. I recognize that guy, he’s the same guy who pulled my hair and dragged me out of the car when I tried to Escape. He is the one who hit me so hard that he broke my lips and caused me to bleed. He is mean and arrogant to everyone, including his colleagues.
I’ve seen him yelling at them and giving orders as if he were their appointed leader. Who would have thought that he would be such an ass-kisser, who would ever expect him to be sulking up to the boss like a fucking moron?
I scoffed at my thoughts, shaking my head to clear up these silly thoughts. I should be thinking of a way out of this mess instead of worrying about these assholes. I could feel his presence and I could hear his footsteps approaching. My heart started to beat faster than before, I’ve never felt this scared in my whole life, I’m not even sure I was this scared of my father.
I knelt on the floor like a submissive slave, waiting for him to get here. I kept my head down and my eyes firmly shut, praying and hoping he had the heart to forgive whatever it was that Kyle had done to him. I caught a whiff of his perfume when he entered the living room area.
Damn, it smells so good!
I took in a deep breath, taking it in and smiling in appreciation, loving every moment I spent in his presence.
Wait a minute!
I’m smiling,
I actually smiling!
Why the hell am I smiling when my life is in danger, what the hell is wrong with me. How can anyone in this situation be smiling like an idiot, that’s so fucked up. I tried to open my eyes and look at him, but I was too scared to try it.
His footsteps stopped and I felt his eyes on me, but I still couldn’t open my eyes to look at his face until I heard his voice,
“You think you can steal from me and run away, huh?” He asked Kyle fiercely. His voice sounded so magical that I dared to open my eyes. And I saw the most handsome guy God created on earth.
No, I saw the face of an angel, a demigod if I’m not mistaken. He has the body of an athlete, his abs and chest well defined and properly shaped to give him the best look. He is dressed in a well-tailored suit that suits his body as if he was born with it.
With that suit and his looks, he looked so perfect and I felt attracted to him at first sight. He would have been perfect if he wasn’t wearing a chef’s apron over his neck. The apron has stains on it that suggest that he was busy in the kitchen before he got out to see us.
I looked at him from his well-trimmed hair to his shiny designer’s shoes. Then I looked at his face and apron again and I wondered if this cute demigod was the demon that everyone was so scared to see. Then I look at his apron again and all I can say is, what the hell is he doing in the kitchen if he were a boss like they say. Or am I looking at the wrong guy?
“Is he the boss or a fucking cook?” I thought within me. But that doesn’t really matter because I know in my heart that I don’t care who he is around here. He’s so cute that his identity could never dissuade me from liking him. He walked up to Kyle and said,
“You must have a death wish, Kyle. And trust me, I’m willing to grant that wish, with pleasure!” he let out in that sweet, smooth voice that made me want to run over to him, throw my hands around his neck, and kiss him passionately.
He turned to me and I shuddered in fear and just stared at him, trying so hard not to grovel at his feet and beg him to take me as his lover. His eyes stayed on me, observing my every reaction, my every move. I wanted to look away, I really wanted to.
But it felt as if I was in a trance and no matter how hard I wanted to look away and pretend to be submissive, I just couldn’t. He freed me from my trance when he turned to one of the thugs and nodded to him, signaling him to carry out a task.
I had no idea what task he was assigning to the guy and I wouldn’t have cared if I didn’t see the guy walking to me with anger in his eyes. I screamed in pain as I was dragged by the hair and flung to his feet. I lay at his feet, breathless and speechless. I don’t know why I’m here, I have no idea what is going on here and it hurts to know that everyone in this room knows I’m dating this asshole that is willing to throw me under the bus just to save himself.
He slapped the guy that threw me at his feet and I was forced to look at him as he scolded the guy for hurting me without his permission. His eyes focused on me as he glared at me, boring holes in my skin and making me shiver in desire. I was kneeling at his feet, looking up at him like I did earlier. He brought his hand down to my broken lips, touching my sore lips and making me wince in pain. He took away his hand away as if he felt my pain too.
“Who hurt you, Claire, who did this to you?” he asked fiercely