JENNA
“Where are we going?” I asked Christian.
He had parked his car inside a building. He said it was the garage and I was wondering why the hel the garage wasn’t attached to the house itself.
“Because the garage is made of bricks and the house is made of glass”
“Everything?” I asked.
“No baby, not everything” he said with a small laugh. “I’m nervous”
“Why is the almighty Mr Christian nervous?”
“Because he’s about to show his fiance a project that was very dear to him, what if she doesn’t like it”
I scoffed.
“It’s hard to not like anything you touch Christian”
He laughed and tightened his hold on my hand.
We came to the house, I stopped walking and he stopped too.
His eyes roamed my face.
“So?”
I couldn’t believe it was a house, it was like it was torn out of a sci-fi movie, those beautiful glass houses that showed what the future elite humans might build.
I wanted to ask how much, but it was no use, I knew it was expensive.
“It’s beautiful”
I could cry from just staring at it.
“I’m glad you like it, piggy back ride?”
“No”
“Why?”
“I can walk on my own”
“You’re bleeding”
“That’s one reason why I don’t want you to carry me on your back ”
“You’re wearing a pad, right?”
“I am, now stop talking about it. I want to see the interior of your house ”
“It’s your house too”
I smiled and tried to shake it off.
“Say it”
“I want to see the interior of our house ”
“Good girl ”
I walked inside and I didn’t have any words to describe it. The living room was from a dream, I was sure, I turned to look at Christian and he shrugged.
“Creative freedom” he said and I laughed.
The kitchen floor was made of glass, I could see the room below us. I couldn’t walk on it, I thought I would fall.
“Scaredy cat” he said pulling me in.
I looked down fascinated, the entire flooring was glass. He took me to another room, where one wall was filled with water.
“Creative freedom indeed”
“Wait till you see our bedroom”
***
“Wait here” Elisa told the men.
“Be quick!” The fat bellied man said.
The other man only grumbled.
She ran into the house.
It smelled like freshly cooked breakfast.
She went to the kitchen, the only person she could recognize was Merritt and they were making breakfast.
“Is my daughter back?” She asked.
Merritt shrugged.
“O don’t know about that ma’am” Merritt told her.
“Ma’am, do I look old to you. Call me Elisa”
“I’m sorry, Elisa”
Elisa left the kitchen and went upstairs, first she entered her room. Marcellino was laying on the bed, an IV was in his left hand.
She was surprised to see him.
“Marcellino” she called, checking to see if he was awake. He wasn’t.
She went to Jenna’s room and knocked in the door, there was no reply.
She knocked again and groaned when her daughter didn’t reply. She turned the door knob and entered the room, only to find that it was empty.
“Elisa?”
She turned to see Kylee standing at the door with her hands crossed over her chest like a fucking detective. When did she come?
She hated Kylee the first time she laid eyes on her, she made sure Christian never brought her into their house. Her hair hair was strawberry blonde, it was straight as a pin and itwbas always tied in her neat bun. She was tall, taller than Elisa by far. Her neck was long and delicate, everything about her screamed feminine beauty yet the only time she saw her with another man that wasn’t Christian was a few days ago.
That handsome man named Josef.
Kylee’s I-know all eyes were brimming with suspicion. Her full Chery lips were pressed in a hard line. This early in the morning she was already dressed.
“What?” Elisa shot back.
She had never hid her dislike for the beautiful and intelligent female, one reason was because she was all over Christian like a fly and the second reason was that you couldn’t pull her away from him, he wouldn’t let you. She was his person.
Elisa suspected they were having sex affairs, of course they fucked. She made herself a promise that when her lover settled down with her, she would make him get rid of Kylee.
“I see you’re looking for someone”
“My daughter, where is she?”
“She’s iuty. Do you need anything?”
“You’re a slave to Christian, when did you become a slave to my daughter?”
She didn’t even blink to show that she heard Elisa’s insult.
“Do you need anything?” Kaylee asked her again and she snarled.
“I can’t see my daughter anytime I want to? Where is she?”
“She went out, I told you before ”
“This early in the morning, it’s not even six am yet!”
Kylee’s eyes scanned her from her hair to her toes.
“I’ll tell her you were searching for her when I see her later ”
“Where is she?!” Elisa asked harshly, there was no way she would tell those men to wait.
Kylee’s face held out boredom.
“She went out” she answered.
She went to her bedroom, ignoring Kylee who stood closely to her bedroom door. She grabbed her phone and called Jenna’s number. There was no answer.
She groaned and took her phone out of the house and walked to the woods where she had instructed the men to wait.
When she got there, the pot bellied man was sleeping in his car, while the jacket amnywas sitting in his motor bike.
“Where is the daughter?”
“She’s inside, I came to show you her picture. In case you don’t like her, she wouldn’t have to find out what is happening”
The man frowned, he looked cold and dangerous I the daylight.
She stretched her phone out, her hand was shaking.
The man’s eyes fell on the screen but he wanted more of what he was seeing, so he stretched hand and took her phone.
Elisa’s heart beat started lowering as the man’s eyes softened with great admiration.
“What’s her name?”
“Jenna”
The man bit his bottom lips and his eyes darkened.
“I want her, I want her bad”