Chapter Three: Skip Town

Once I had unglued myself from the middle of the room, I linger close to the windows, hiding behind the large curtains looking down at the men who frantically, looked all over for me. From their expressions and the way they threw some of the items they looked inside for me across the street, it was clear they were growing more than frustrated.

“You must be rather important.” My mysterious rescuer says from behind me, turning my head away from the window and deeper into the room, he leant against the circle island in the kitchen watching me stood by the window.

“I mean regular people do not have a team of men seeming to guard them and now, searching through bins to find them.” He continued with his point crossing those muscular arms over his chest with a smile but also, a look of intrigue in his eyes.

“I’m not important, it’s what others seek to gain from putting me into certain situations which is the important thing.” I sighed allowing my eyes to drift back outside just as another car full of men in suits comes to a stop beside the one I was travelling in, even more men in suits beginning their search, I guess word had gotten around that I’d escaped.

“Thank you for helping me back there, I know I would have been found in a second.” I smiled pulling myself away from the window knowing watching those men look for me was only allowing me to panic more.

“No need to thank me Princess, I saw out of my window the moment you jumped from the car and ran, intrigued by you and whatever was happening, I offered my assistance.” He replied still leaning his body up against the countertop, the powerful aura around him threatening to draw me in if I wasn’t in the situation that I was.

“Rosemary, my name is Rosemary, but everybody calls me Rose.” I smiled fully introducing myself to my rescuer, who looked over with that sexy smile of his nodding his head.

“My names Baxter, some call me Baxt.” The man I now know as Baxter said looking out into the distance at the window which was still open a crack looking down into the street below us.

“What can I call you?” I asked placing my hands in front of me as I spoke, I was a little confused if he wanted me to call him Baxter or Baxt, we had just met so nicknaming him may be a little inappropriate.

“You, Princess, can call me whatever you like.” Baxter smirks devilishly at me looking me up and down, at first, I was a little shocked before I laughed looking back at him.

“Smooth.” I chuckled walking deeper into the room so the urge to stare out of the window where I will not only worry myself but if those men looked up, but they’d also see me straight away.

As I took my seat on one of his oddly shaped sofas, I felt his intense eyes watching my every movement. Even though I am beyond thankful that he’s helping me, I guess I was still a little suspicious of him and looked down to my hands.

“Now we have some time to wait for those men to stop their searches of you, perhaps you can explain to me the next part of your plan.” Baxter said once again breaking the long silence that has taken ahold of the room again but as he asked, I realised, I didn’t know what the next part of my plan was.

“I don’t exactly have a plan.” I announce extremely slowly as though I was telling myself how stupid I was for doing all of this and not exactly having a plan to sustain what I was doing in the slightest.

“You have escaped whatever those men had trapped you in without knowing what to do next?” Baxter asked with his own chuckle witnessing my brain begin to work right in front of him where I had to nod.

“Running from my life was never a part of any plan that I had, it was only not an hour ago that I was informed of what was expected of me from those I should trust. I saw a chance to run when the car stopped so I took it, yeah it was a stupid idea and may blow up in my face, but I had to try.” I explained why I had been so impulsive, but I didn’t have much choice, I didn’t want to spend my life with Justin, staying in that car was only solidifying that.

As I looked down at my lap with this realisation that after all of this, I still may very well be sent off to marry Justin where this little stunt would have not only been for nothing, but it may cause me so much trouble. But as I looked down, Baxter seemed to look closer to me.

“I am planning to skip town tonight for a few weeks due to some disagreements with one of my… investors, how about you join me, it will take you out of this town and may allow you some time to form the plan you did not make ahead of time?” Baxter asked still leaning up against the kitchen island watching me but to hear this, I whip my head up to look at him beyond shocked.

“You’ll help me escape here?” I asked looking up to him on the brink of tears, my eyes locking on his mesmerising blue orbs who seemed to be studying my face so intently as though he was working me out in a sense.

“Sure, I will, I have space in my car for another person and perhaps you can keep me company on the long drive, I can see there’s more to you than meets the eye Princess, maybe I can figure out what.” He said with a hint of a smirk finally, leaning away from the counter and walking around the island to fix himself a drink.

“Thank you so much Baxter, I-I will make it up to you… I left my purse with all my money and phone in the car… I can give you this.” I began to ramble feeling beyond grateful that I slowly began to ramble thinking of a way to pay him back, in my mad dash to leave the car, I not only left the engagement ring, but everything else.

But the moment the gold chain that I wore around my neck came to view, it was all I had on me. It was a birthday gift from my father; it was solid gold with little diamonds placed along the chain and down to the locket at the bottom.

“You can keep your jewellery, Princess; I do not need a thing in return. With my wrap sheet, I could do with a good deed on the books, perhaps you will be my ticket into heaven.” Baxter chuckled pushing my hands away when I went to hand him my chain, even though I saw his eyes scan the chain for a moment.

“But I need to give you something.” I protested still holding the chain in my hands at a loss for what I should give him, where I saw a smirk fill his vision as he looked me up and down.

But before he could utter a single word, three loud thumps down on the rusted door that had hidden me downstairs sound, instant panic rushing through me and only climbed when I heard a voice.

“Rosemary!” Justin’s loud voice bellowed from the outside of the door confirming these people were looking for me, where I could only stare at Baxter with such terror.

Was this plan going a little too well?