Jasira watched as he strode out of her room hastily and the feeling of emptiness overwhelmed her.
“Fuck Maxwell,” She cursed under her breath as she stared into space. She can’t believe she want him to fuck her despite how rough he was.
How could she be horny for the devil? She slammed her palm over her and sighed deeply.
What started as disgusting and hatred was slowly turning into the opposite. She couldn’t believe she looked forward to it when Amy was teasing her about it in the afternoon.
Oh! She is fucked up. She crawled out of her bed to the bathroom.
She was going to shower and sleep without having anything cause the regret she was feeling now was okay to fill her stomach.
*****
“What happened Maxwell?” Alejandro spoke into the phone as he strode gently back to his room.
“Did he leave the house?”
“No, he seemed to have a lot of people working for him outside.”
“Hmmm.” Alejandro hummed stroking his chin as he closed the door behind him and walked to the high armchair.
“And you are sure he was in the house?”
“Yes, the light was on all day. One more thing boss, I think he has a spy in the manor who alerts him every time Jasira leaves the manor.”
Alejandro said nothing as he let his words sink in, his instinct was right, Roberto was here to ruin him completely.
“Found those bastards secretly and get me the mall’s CCTV footage.”
“Yes boss,” He said dropping the call.
Alejandro placed his phone on the coffee stool before him. He brought out a cigarette pack from his back pocket and picked a lighter from the stool.
He lit his cigarette and stared into space. Why was getting Roberto becoming hard? He can’t act abrasive so Roberto won’t know he was looking for him. He released the smoke as he withdrew it a bit from his lips.
“Bastard,” He muttered taking back the cigarette between his lips back.
He hissed before he dropped the cigarette back to the ashtray. The soft cushion cracked under his weight as he stood up from the chair to leave for the bathroom.
He swore he would break Roberto when he laid his hand on him.
NEXT MORNING
Jasira woke up with a grumbling stomach, she quickly had her bath and left for the kitchen to prepare a meal for her. She welcomed the silence as she cooked her meal, Amy was still asleep and she loved that.
She was not in the mood for chit-chat this morning, she was exhausted from all that happened yesterday.
Why did she feel like Alejandro was going to punish her for lying to him? He knew nothing about the mystery boxes even when he asked if anything happened when she met her stalker.
She finished whisking the eggs and poured them into the frying pan. An omelet and a coffee, not her type of food but she was too tired to prepare anything other than that.
After she was done cooking, she ate it in the kitchen, did her dishes, and left for her room, sleep had faded away so she started to unpack the boxes from yesterday.
A light yawn left her mouth with her drowsy eyes after two hours of unboxing. She dropped the box she was holding as she lay among the empty cartons.
Her eyelids were very heavy as she stared at the ceiling, she was halfway done with the unpacking and still hadn’t found the only thing that could save her.
Cufflinks! A black cufflink with a dragon imprinted on it with gold ink. She knew the kind of trouble she went through before she could get it. It was a limited edition and that cufflinks alone cost her a lot of money. She still bought him another black cufflink with ‘A’ imprinted on it with golden ink.
She pulled herself up with a loud groan, exhaled sharply, and picked a carton. She poured everything in it out and a loud reliving sound rippled out of her mouth as she sighted the two black boxes lying in between her legs.
“Thank God.” She mumbled picking them up and opening a box. A glowing dragon drawing welcomed her and she didn’t know when a smile appeared on her face.
She really did a good job getting these pieces. The stress was worth it. She closed the box and stood up from the floor groaning in pain. She staggered to the dresser and dropped them on the table.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror and exhaled. She won’t deny the fact that she was beautiful with an amazing body and the beauty landed her in the devil’s den.
No way of escaping, no way of cracking the devil’s heart so she would be free, and the only thing was to accept her fate.
She hissed sadly before pushing her hair back and packing it into a messy ponytail, but she was Jasira and she won’t give up, either she would be free or she cracked the devil’s heart.