Chapter 6 Reaching out

KAITLYN

Everything in the house breathes wealth and a mite of his intimidating aura. I have never imagined myself living in this kind of home, worse, with someone who I hate with every fiber in my body.

I wish that I could escape, but the owlish eyes of his butler, Mr Harris, are fixed on me, and he won't for a second look away.

I can guess that there are cameras in the house, watching my every action as well.

"Don't try anything stupid. I'm watching," I whisper his last words and scoff in disgust, narrowing my eyes.

I still can't place my hands on any famous company that is linked to him, aside from his dad's company, which belongs to Jesse.

My heart twitches in pain at the mention of Jesse, and I bite my lips, itching to take my phone and send him a text.

This is all my fault. I should have said no, but saying no would bring shame to my father's respected name. And saying yes has destroyed my relationship with Jesse.

I desperately need to explain everything to him and plead with him to wait for me while I find a way out of his brother's mysterious world.

My phone is lying on the couch some distance away from me. I can't find the courage to get up from where I am sitting and get it, especially with Harris's prying eyes on me.

I cough loudly and crane my neck backward, smiling at him. He stares blankly at me, not minding to return the smile.

I wonder what is wrong with every one of them. They all act as cold as their boss.

"Can I get some water to drink? I kinda feel thirsty," I mutter, hoping he will walk away for some seconds while I grab the phone.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone, then places it to his ear.

"Can you get Miss Peterson a glass of water?" He says and my heart sinks.

I frown in anger that the man is determined to stand there and watch me. I wonder if he will die if he leaves.

I pull my lips into my mouth, thinking of another way to distract him so I can talk to Jesse.

What do I do to get this clingy man away from here, huh?

"Here is the glass of water, Miss Peterson!" A voice shoots into my occupied mind, and I jump in fear.

"Oh… the water," I chuckle nervously and take the glass, darting a glance at Harris's cold face.

With a thumping heart and shaking hands, I raise the glass to my mouth and gulp down the water, watching the phone from the corner of my eyes.

If only there was a way to get this man out of my way, then I would have nothing to bother about.

"Kaitlyn think, think of something now!" I scream in my head, and my eyes stare at the glass that is still containing water.

A smile creeps into my face as I stare at it. It won't be bad if I do it, will it?

"I would like to take a shower," I tilt my head to the side and demand.

The lady looks at Mr Harris and then back at me before forcing a smile onto her face.

"I will have it prepared right away," she says and walks off, ascending the spiral staircase.

I raise the glass to my mouth again and intentionally pour the water on my dress, feeling the cold water rush down my chest.

"Oh my goodness!" I yell and spring up, widening my eyes.

As expected, Mr Harris is rushing towards me with an alarmed look on his face.

"Miss Peterson, are you okay?" He asks, extending his hand towards me but never touching me.

I shiver slightly as the cold begins to creep into my body, but I don't care. All I want is to get that phone and call Jesse for help.

"I feel so cold," I mutter in a quivering voice, and fear darts across his eyes.

"Can I use the bathroom at the corner?" I ask in the nicest voice that I have.

He nods and reaches out to take my hand but stops abruptly and steps back, waving his hand towards the door.

I surreptitiously glance backward at the phone lying on the couch beside me before dropping the glass that I am still holding.

I smile and straighten up then put a foot forward. With my eyes still fixed on him, I intentionally trip and drop down on the couch, faking a groan.

"Miss Peterson!" Mr Harris rushes towards me but still doesn't touch me.

I quickly slide the phone into my hand and hide it behind me, then smile at him.

"I am okay, it's just a fall," I mutter.

He sighs and steps back, muttering an apology for not being careful with me.

I stand up and quickly spin around to avoid around to avoid being caught.

My heart is almost exploding in my heart as I walk to the bathroom with the phone clasped in my hands.

What if he stops me if he looks at the couch and doesn't find the phone? What if I slip and fall, blowing away my cover?

What if the phone rings right now and betrays me? What if…

Stop thinking, Kaitlyn, stop thinking!

I inhale slowly and turn the knob then push the door open and walk in, slamming it shut behind me.

I turn around and my eyes widen in admiration for how large and exquisite the visitor's bathroom looks.

If this bathroom is like this, then mine will be like a little paradise.

Everything in here is sparkling clean to the point that the floor shows off my reflection, and the walls are made of glass with an elegant curtain strawn on every side.

Why in the world does this man have such an expensive taste? This is making him look more mysterious.

I shake off the thoughts of him and his luxurious bathroom and turn on my phone then walk to the sink and turn on the water to drown my words.

The moment the phone turns on, I dial Jesse's number and place the phone to my ear, hoping he will acknowledge my calls.

Time is ticking away, and I need to get out, but Jesse hasn't picked up any of my calls. This is the fifth trial of reaching out to him to no avail.

I groan loudly when he doesn't respond again and slump down into the bathtub, folding my wet gown.

Despite how wet the gown is, I still can't place my mind on removing it to avoid catching a cold. The only thing on my mind right now is to get Jesse to speak to me.

"Should I send him a text instead?" I whisper, tilting my head to the side.

I nod and tap the message box then begin to write an apology note to him.

I am sure he might not read my messages on his socials or even log in, so the best thing is to send it directly to him.

My heart is aching badly as I write the apology note. I can't seem to forgive myself, now I wonder if Jesse will forgive me. I was a fool to accept his proposal, but what do I do? My hands are tied.

My father's company is the most important asset he left behind, and losing it will mean losing everything we've ever had.

All I have to do is wait for some weeks to fix everything and it will all end. I can't wait to have everything end so Jesse can be with me. But, will his family let him?

I swear that I saw hatred in his mother's eyes when she watched me get into that car with her stepson. I used to be her favorite girl, but now I wonder if she will ever love me again.

I stop typing, wipe off the streaks of tears that drop from my eyes, and then jump into the next phase of explaining my plans.

After typing, I stare at the send button, wondering if this will turn out successful.

Well…It is not bad if I try out, right?

With a shaking finger, I tap the button, and the message is delivered.

I sigh out in relief and slam my eyes shut, pleased with what I have done.

I smile happily and open my eyes, but my heart sinks as a familiar face stares down at me.

I am not hallucinating, am I?

I part my lips and scream out loudly, shivers breaking through my spine.

"Why are you screaming, mi amor? Have you broken one of the rules?" He asks and my heart stills.