Close call

No..” i blurted out distangling myself from the embrace. “Skyla.” He said holding my shoulders and looking into my eyes. “If are still devotedly looking for Jason but think about this. If you were to be the one missing would he care so much about you.? Honestly, i admire your faithfulness to him and i really wish he sees what he's missing” he concluded softly, leaving my shoulders.

My head began to spin unusually and I ran to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I came back, paul was gone but his cologne still remained in the air.

Not knowing what to think anymore, i slumped on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up to the sound of muffled screams. Confused, i cautiously stepped out of the room and peeped from the railings. Downstairs, some men in black were pointing guns at all the house servants that were lying on the floor.

I quickly pressed my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream. But how did this people get in.? Isn't there a powerful security system.?

But this was no time to think, i turned to escape back to my room but my leg caught one of the huge flower pots. I quickly tried to steady it but it slipped and crashed with a loud noise.

“Go..go..go..!” I heard urgent instructions from downstairs. Without wasting anymore time, i ran back into my room and tried to bolt the door but the footsteps were too close already. I abandoned the door and dived under the vanity table.

The men bursted into the room. Then i realized, i haven't carried my phone before hiding, how can I call for help.? And the phone was right ontop of the vanity table i was under. One of the men drew closer to the table and saw the phone.

“She's around here. We have to find her if not we're dead meat.” He said to the others and bent down to look under the table. Thankfully, i was in a hidden little corner, squeezed, not daring to breath.

To my relief, he didn't spot me. Thinking quickly, i found an empty perfume bottle that tumbled down from the table. With shaky breath, i slowly and carefully reached out my hand to grab it. “I think I've seen her” one of them suddenly shouted i froze.

But it was the vanity table he led them to, but the massive wardrobe of clothes. Abandoning my earlier plan, i divided for the phone instead and grabbed it like flash. “Wow, there are so many expensive clothes and jewelry here. I wish we could take some” one of the robbers said.

“Wish could take some.? Is the priority of robbers not to steal.? Or…. Does it mean they were sent by someone to kidnap me.?” I thought in horror my eyes wide open. I quickly texted paul

“Paul please help me. Some men broke into the mansion to abduct me. Come quickly please”

I texted praying he sees it quickly. Suddenly the phone pinged and i froze. “Oh Skyla.. how can you be so foolish not to silence the phone.!” I scolded myself.

But they had already seen me. “Hey chi chi i know you are under there. Come out right now with your hands above your head. Make any funny move and you're dead meat.” The leader commanded pointing a gun at me as i slowly crawled out.

They kicked my phone far away and pressed a knife against my neck. “Please please don't kill me” i begged fearfully. The leader smirked and looked at me lustfully. “You don't look so bad” he drawled, tracing the tip of his gun between my breasts.

I shivered in fright closing my eyes. Suddenly, the door bursted open a large group of musculine men rushed in.

“Paul.?”

I asked in confusion as i saw him pointing a knife towards the men. “Let her go now if not you'll not find what'll happen next funny” he growled and the leader laughed. “And if i don't.? Look here young man. I came for her today and you can't stop me” he said using me as a hostage.

Paul smirked “you're forcing my hand.” He said and like lightening, he flew at us. I screamed in horror. But he was a bit late. The man managed to slit the side of my neck a bit before Paul knocked out the knife from his hands.

He effortlessly tackled him to the ground and orderd him men to bind and “dispose” him. He ran to me and pressed his hand against my bleeding neck.

“There…there is a first aid box in the drawer” i stammered pointing. He quickly brought it and began to treat the wound. His hands moved flawlessly like this wasn't the first time he was doing such.

“I'm sorry I still hurt you Skyla. I shouldn't have moved recklessly” he muttered, guilt etched in his deep voice. I smiled tinly “No Paul, if you didn't intervane when you did, i must have been gone to God knows where by now” i countered. “Thank you so much” i concluded lying back on the bed and he left.

I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes again, it was dark already. My bandaged neck was throbbing violently. Remembering what happened, a wave of fear washed over me and I began to look around the room suspiciously. So, i decided to go downstairs to drink a glass of milk. Maybe I'll still find maria to chat with and ease my fear.

I softly walked downstairs, afraid of waking anyone or anything. I made my way to the kitchen and poured a glass. Looking up at the time, i found out it was 12am already. Maria was already off work. Someone suddenly walked into the kitchen too and i jumped in fright, spilling my milk all over myself.

He held and steadied me. It was Paul. “Y..you are still around.?” I stammered breathing heavily, still trying to calm down. He nodded “i know you'll be traumatized by what happened today. And i was absolutely correct” he said settling me on a chair.

He poured another milk for both of us and wiped my milk stained body with a tissue. As i took the milk, my hands still trembled. He looked at me in pity, drew a chair and sat facing me.

“So… what do you do for fun.?” He asked casually. I felt a warmth in my heart. He's so sensitive about my feelings. Knowing i was afraid, he decided to put me at ease. My lips curled “fun.? I only had fun before I married Jason. I had a big perfume brand i was very rich. But he deceived me with fake love and made me affiliate my company with his leaving me with nothing” i narrated sadly looking into my milk.

There was a thick, uncomfortable silence for a long time. “But Skyla why not take Jason to court and collect what belongs to you.?” He asked softly. I shook my head “Paul.! I expected you to do better. You're his friend for Christ sake. Why'll you want such troubles for him.?” I asked, annoyance raising in my voice.

He didn't reply but just sighed deeply. And then long silence again. A howl of wind suddenly blew from the window and i shivered. “Its cold” i murmured softly running my palm over my exposed hands.

Suddenly, he took my palms in his and blew hot air from his mouth on them. Feeling flustered again, i tried pulling away but he held them firmly. “Paul…” i called out softly, “why is Jason treating me this way.?” I suddenly asked but he didn't reply and focused on warming my palm.

As if controlled, i slowly brought my head closer to his and brushed my lips against his lightly. “Skyla.. what are you doing.?” He asked his voice suddenly hoarse. I quickly regained my senses and sat back. He looked deep into my eyes, but he felt like he was peeping into my soul.

Embarrassed, i hurried back to my room and he followed. When I got to my door, he grasped my wrist. “Good night Skyla” he bidded softly using his other hand to pat my hair, his eyes filled with unmistakable tenderness. My throat ran dry and i could only nod and banged the door with a loud noise, my heart beating like crazy.

I fell on the bed and immediately fell asleep. The next morning, Paul was gone. I felt relief and sad at the same time.

Throughout the day, i wandered around the mansion, with memories of me and Jason's meeting rushing back. Tears blurred my vision and i ran my fingers over his belongings. “He's still my husband, my first love” i thought chocking on my emotions. Its two days now, I haven't heard anything.

Dressing up hurriedly, i went back to the station to file a missing person complaint. But when I returned to the mansion, my eyes widened in shock.