Amelia's POV
I finished having my bath and walked out of the bathroom, humming a song I used to listen to when I was still working for Chris.
I walked out in a bathrobe and that was when I realized I had no clothes. I went back to the bathroom to get my clothes and realized they were already soaked from that stupid shower.
"Oh gosh!" I could not help but groan out loud.
I walked back into the bedroom and walked towards the two wooden doors I saw earlier.
I opened it and my head went blank. Empty.
It was all empty. Not even a single gown was in it. I feel like that man did it on purpose.
What am I going to wear?
I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a little bit. Maybe I could get Mary to help me with it.
I looked around and there was no sight of anyone. No sight of HIM.
I walked slowly out of the bedroom with the white bathrobe hanging on my body and looked around as I walked.
I got down the stairs and there she was. Mary moved around the room, towards a destination I knew nothing of, so I quickly called her.
"Mary!" She turned around to me instantly.
"Do you need something, dear?" She asked with a smile.
"Clothes," I said embarrassingly.
"Oh," that was all Mary said
Oh! Like seriously, oh?
"Do you know where I can get some?" I tried again, maybe she would understand the situation I am in.
"Oh, dear. I don't think women are wearing in this house. William does not usually bring people home and when his friends visit, they normally do not stay over," she explained with a disappointed look.
"Oh," now it was my time to say that.
"How would I get out then?" I asked and Mary heard me.
"I don't know, I am sorry," Mary apologized and I kind of felt guilty.
I was the one who had soaked my clothes in the shower and it is all that guy's fault. Why would he buy such showering products? Could he not just get a normal shower and install it in his house?
Wait, William!
"What of William's own?" I quickly asked and when I saw the confused look on Mary's face, I quickly added.
"I mean his clothes," I said
I could just find a shirt and trouser that fits. I don't care about the outfit, I just want to get home. I just want to return home, to the trio squad.
"I don't think he would want you to wear that," Mary said with a frown.
"Oh come on, he brought me here. We are close, you know," I lied easily with a convincing smile, and, from the look, Mary was giving me, she did not believe me.
"Please?" I pleaded and she finally agreed.
'Such a strong head,' I thought.
'I am really rude', I thought and shook my head mentally at myself.
"Okay, come with me then," Mary said and walked ahead of me.
I followed after her and she took the stairs up the stairs. We walked past the room I was in and further down the hallway.
We finally stop at a room and she gestured toward the door.
"There you are," she said and walked away.
That was weird. Maybe she believed the fact that William and I are close a little.
I smirked and turned the door knob. I walked into the room and trust me it was nothing like the one I was in.
It was all painted black. The bed sheets are grey, the pillows; are white and black and the duvet is black as well.
The curtains were drawn and if not because of the chandeliceiling-to-floorm thceiling-to-flceiling-to-floorld be dark.
He has a standing mirror long enough to show the full reflection of a person standing in front of it, just at one corner of the room, beside the curtains.
He had a door that looked like the bathroom door as well and opposite the curtains, was also the closet.
I walked to the closet and opened it, expecting to meet the normal closet like the one that was in the other room, but no, this man had gone ahead to have a walk-in closet.
One question shot up into my brain instantly.
"Who exactly is he?" I asked out loud to nobody in particular with a frown.
I walked into the closet and everything was in perfect order.
A series of black suits hung in one part of the closet compartment.
Another compartment was a mixture of different colors of suits. It was all the cool colors like deep blue, sky blue, green, wine, and purple. There was no suit with yellow, pink, or orange colors. In general, no flashy or childish colors.
I moved away from it and saw another compartment, just white shirts. I moved away and then, more white shirts and more white shirts and finally casual wear, then different coats.
I continued walking and there were different types of designer shoes in this one.
I moved away from all the compartments and my waist hit something solid.
I turned around and saw that it was a rectangular-shaped glass table. It was split into two parts. One could see the contents from outside.
One part contained more designer watches and the other part, different shades of suit ties in which some were just plain while some were. had designs on them.
The question came again
Who exactly was this man?
I moved back to the door and turned around to take it all in.
It looked like a f**king men's boutique!
I walked quickly back to the white shirts and picked one out of it. One of the black suits too, then a pair of black trousers.
I walked to the watches and smiled contently. I am so taking one out of these. I picked one and wore it quickly. It looked so good. I grinned.
I walked to the closet door and shut it quickly.
I ended up leaving the suit. I am fine with just a shirt and trousers.
I looked at the closet once more before walking out with a smile on my face.
I got downstairs and Mary served me breakfast.
"Where is Will- William? I don't see him," I asked.
It was my first time calling his name out loud and it felt so wrong and weird on my tongue.
"He left for work earlier," Mary replied with a small smile.
"Oh, thank you for the meal, Mary," I said with a smile and she smiled back.
"Enjoy!" she said instead and walked away.
Okay, maybe Mary wasn't so bad after all.
I thought and dug into my food. I brought the fork to my mouth and God, it was heaven.
Okay, am going to add that as well. Mary is a very good cook as well.
That William has been enjoying a lot of things. I thought and smirked.
I thanked Mary for the meal when I was done and stood up to leave when I remembered something.
"I- ," I called out embarrassingly.
"Yes dear," Mary replied and I said while smoothening my hair
"I need some money, for the cab, and believe me, I swear I am going to pay you back someday," I said quickly with a sad look
"It's nothing, Amelia. I've got it," she replied with a smile.
That was the first time she has called me by my name and I was drawn back a little. And strangely, it felt so good when she called me by my name. I loved it.
She came back with the money a few minutes later and handed it to me.
"Thank you, Mary," I said with a small smile and she smiled back.
She sure smiled a lot.
I got out, into the compound and it was large, no surprise there.
I walked away to the large black gate quickly and I met a security man there who unlocked the leg way of the large gate and let me out.
I walked out of the gate after thanking him and a cab drive past me. I seethed.
Another one came along and I quickly stopped it.
"Trio squad," I told him and when he told me the transport price, my eyes went wide.
I was that far from home?
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William's POV I worked for a long time at the company, and the door to my office opens every once in a while when my secretary has something to say to me or needs my consent. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I stood up from the chair and stretched a bit before making my way out of my office. My secretary (female) stood up to greet me immediately and I just faced my front. Just like the typical CEO that I was. The people who works for me whose offices were in an open space really near my office all stood up to greet me as well and I nodded my head a bit. My assistant and driver, Scott (male) followed after me quickly as we made our way toward my private elevator. That's right, a private elevator. I went into it and he took the public one. When we got to the first floor after a minute or so, the workers on my path quickly cleared the way and bowed as they moved to the side while I just walked nonchalantly outside. The security and greeters in their white tops and bl
Amelia's POV "Run! Run! Run, Amelia! Go!", the memories were stuck in my brain as I pictured it in my head like it was just yesterday. I whimpered as I sat with my knees up against my chest in this dark infinity room. It had no walls. No affection, nothing! "Amelia!", a very concerned and demanding voice called. It kept disturbing me as I moved my head vigorously to get the sound out of my head. The call was killing me. It was disturbing my peace. Why can't 'they' just leave me alone?! Suddenly, my eyes opened and I stared at the yellow roof of my tent. It was a dream. It was all a dream. I sat up and cleaned the beads of sweat on my forehead with my hand. "Amelia!", the call came again and I recognized it instantly. Joanna. She is probably the one whose voice I had heard in my dream just now. I stood up, bending my back a little, so my head won't touch the roof of the tenth. I pulled at my zipper; opened the door of my tent and looked outside at the worried Joanna
Monday morning... Amelia's POV I woke up the next morning with a disturbing headache. I walked out of my tent after having water and cleaned the beads of sweat on my face. I did not have 'that' dream today but I wasn't feeling too well either. I know I need to jog. I wore the only black sneakers I have. That's exactly why I bought black, goes with everything (chuckles). I wore black sneakers and left my yesterday clothes on. I would have to change it today anyways, so why not sweat on it? I jogged for a while and was already panting hard. I need to do this more often but right now, I am really tired. Maybe another time. I walked back towards my tent but before I got there, "Amelia!", I heard someone call me and I turned to face the person with a quick frown on my face. I thought it would probably be Steve or the other one from that night but when I turned to look, the frown on my face quickly went as it came. I smiled. It was George. Among the few people who I relate to here
Amelia's POV I finished having my chocolate bars and rested for a while. I have to spend most of my cash, so I can get to that company George mentioned. I hope they would be able to help me. "Mom. Dad. Brother", I said out loud and tears formed in my eyes. I pulled my nose and fought the tears back. I have been fine all these years, I am fine now and I will always be fine. I stood up from my sleeping bag and took the last cash I had. If I would have to walk back home, I have to find this organization first and then think about finding a place to work later. I pray it's the right place. I hope they find the one person I have been looking for all these years. I made my way toward the tent zip and opened it. I walked outside and almost yelped when I hit something. I looked up and met a curious Joanna looking down at me. I straightened my back and closed the tent zip. "What are you doing here?", I asked her. "Where are you going to? In the afternoon, all dressed up?", she a
William's POV "Ignore her", I replied with a frown and continued walking. I could see Scott's surprised face but I do not care. She is not any of my business in any way. I looked back at her again and frowned. Why does she keep coming my way? I turned around abruptly and headed in that direction. "Sir!", Scott called out to me but I ignored him with a frown. It's not like I wish to do this as well, I just don't have a choice, or do I? I walked towards the small house that looked like a garage abruptly and I saw the huge man just entering it. He had not locked the door, probably to put her down and I went after them abruptly, Scott trailing after me. It turned out to not be a garage. It was just an empty almost dark room that was dusty. It looks like it hasn't been used for years. I saw him drop her down and turned around to look around the floor. He found some rope and was about to walk towards it and I cleared my throat. He turned to look at me and I smiled at him teasin
Amelia's POV I opened my eyes and the white ceiling welcomed me instead of the yellow one of my tent. I sat up immediately and my neck hurt. I think I had slept on it. I massaged my neck and furrowed my brow before my eyes went wide. This room... Why am I here?... How did I get here? I stood up quickly and went out of the room. I was rushing and I almost bumped into Mary who was walking down the hallway. I steadied myself immediately as I was about to hit the gold railings of the house. "Miss Amelia!", she called out immediately after she saw me with a smile on her face. "Hi Mary", I am surprised I still remember her name. I smiled back anyway. I saw her on Saturday and it's just Monday today and I am seeing her again? Seriously? "How have you been?", she asked, still retaining her smile. "Fine", I replied with a smile. "How am I here?", I quickly asked immediately after she finished nodding her head. "Oh, William brought you in. You were unconscious when he came in", she
Amelia's POV It had not been so long since I slept before I started hearing voices in my sleep. Seriously, who was disturbing my sleep? I almost cussed out. I tried to block out the voices but they didn't seem to be going away. Like that wasn't enough, I started hearing footsteps as well and I opened my eyes in anger. I looked around and realized where I was. I looked around in the direction of the footsteps and saw the back of a person. A male to be precise. And I know this much. That would be William, so I tried to call out to him. "Wi- William?", I stammered. I haven't gotten used to calling his name out loud, moreover to him. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me with a frown. "I see you are awake", he said, still frowning. I went silent for a while before I talked as calmly as I could. "I have to talk to you," I said and I could see that he was quite taken aback. He stared at me for a while before walking towards me. Now, I am surprised. I composed mys
William's POV I frowned at her and she frowned right back. Well, that's the least of my problems right now. "We need to talk", I said to her and she chuckled which earned a frown on my face again. "I believe we just did", she replied and I got confused. "Or did we not?", she asked, placing her hand beneath her chin and I placed my hands inside my pocket. "Oh, we did. Not long ago, in that living room", she almost shouted as she kept her hands down and her frown deepened. "Anyways, we need to talk", I said again. It's not like I care about all her fuming and all. I just want to talk about something, that's all. "Why would I want to talk to you?", she asked with a frown, placing her arms on her stomach and I sighed. "We are both going to gain from this, stop acting like a child", I replied and she scoffed. I could see the hurt in her eyes. Was I that harsh to her? "Oh, I am the one acting like a child now?", she asked again and I sighed again. "No, but I did not act like a ch