Chapter 9

~Jacqueline’s POV~

I clutched on to the seatbelt as Rex drove into the compound. He parked his car at the entrance of the garage. My blood suddenly turned cold as the engine stopped. Goose pimples were visible on my arms. I swallowed. Hell; I had returned there with more complications than when I had first arrived.

He flashed a glance at me as he unfastened his seatbelt. He looked away and opened the driver’s door. He got out of the car and banged the door. The bang made my heart race. He was angry, I could tell.

I watched him through the windscreen as he walked over to the other side. He pulled my door open.

“Come out.” He said icily, holding the door open.

I unfastened my seatbelt. I glanced at him. Our eyes met and he looked away immediately. I let out a sigh and got out of the car. I banged the door and locked the car. He walked ahead of me while I followed at a distance. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened.

“Boss,—.” Cameron said as he opened the door.

Rex ignored him and entered the house. Cameron glanced him and then me. I entered the house. Rex paced up and down the living room. He caught a glimpse of me and stopped. I looked at him timidly.

“Cameron, take her to her room. She will stay there without food or water.” He ordered.

“Boss?” Cameron blurted out.

“You heard me clearly, didn’t you? If she wants to be treated as a prisoner, then she will get it. I’m done being nice with her.” He said icily, glaring at me.

My mouth moved but no words came out. I should’ve ran away instead of going to the police.

“Take her out now before I change my mind.” He snarled.

His voice sent shivers down my spine. Cameron nodded. He pulled my arm gently. I glanced at him and then Rex. He didn’t make eye contact and ran his fingers through his hair. My eyes were still on him as I climbed up the stairs but he was out of sight.

There goes a good escape. Cameron held the door open and I entered. He stood from the door and flipped the switch. The room became visible.

“Have a nice rest. You’ll need all your energy to soothe his anger.” He muttered.

What did he mean by that?

“Wait.—“

He closed the door before I could complete my sentence. I had my eyes at the door and let out a sigh. I saw down the on the bed. Things aren’t that bad, are they? I guess I’m stuck here. It was hopeless running way. No one cares about me. It was obvious that I am forgotten. Times like this makes me wish I had never existed.

~Rex’s POV~

“You have to bring her along.”

“She isn’t coming, Daisy.” I objected, with phone on the desk.

I had my earpords on and fingers on the buttons of the mouse. I moved it round the pad and clicked on an image on the monitor.

“Come on, Rex. She has to come. It’s her first family gathering. This is a good way to introduce her to everyone.” She said coaxingly.

“And what if I don’t want to?” I asked plainly. I double clicked and one of the four images became bigger.

“Please, Rex. I’m not asking for much. Am I?” She continued.

I rolled my eyes.

“Daisy, I—.”

“Please!” She pleaded.

“Ugh! I will try. And will you leave me alone?”

Daisy giggled. I sluggishly picked up the phone and ended the call.

“Finally, silence!” I sighed.

I kept the phone on the desk and gazed at the screen. Cupcake wasn’t in her room. I sat straight and reverse the screen to its normal view—division of four. I glanced each one and she wasn’t there. My bodyguards were at their post. Where did she go to?

I dragged the chair I sat down on backwards. I stood on my feet and stretched my arms. I put the chair in its position. I picked my phone. I tapped the Auidomark icon and scrolled my playlists. I played a song and headed for the door. I turned the handle and left the room.

I walked towards her door and knocked. I still don’t know why it’s necessary checking up on her. I stood at the door for an minute and no one answered. I was about to knock again when I remembered. Sh*t! I had told Cameron to lock her in! I took out the bunch of keys from my pocket and inserted one into the keyhole.

Click!

I turned the handle and peeped the room as I pulled the door wider. Empty. I entered the room, with my brow furrowed. Now, I’m beginning to get tired of this roller caster. I scanned the room and caught a glimpse of something. It laid on the bed. I walked towards the bed and picked it up. I held it in the air.

Just then, the bathroom door banged. I looked forward and saw her. How didn’t I see her in the camera? She had no idea I stood there and tied the towel round her wet hair. As she let go of the towel, her eyes met mine. Her stunned look turned into an angry one.

Cupcake came up to me and took her bra from me.

“Who told you could come in?” She asked sharply.

“I didn’t see you in your room. I wanted to make sure you haven’t ran away.” I answered, with my hands in my pockets.

“Well, I can’t.” She replied and kept it on the bed.

I glanced at it. She looked at me and noticed.

“You don’t have to worry. They aren’t as small as your ex.” She blurted out.

Ex? How did—?

“You know about Samantha?” I asked curiously.

She stayed mute and walked to her wardrobe. She opened it. That was one way to snub me. I watched as she moved clothes down the rail.

“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” I asked her, knowing she does not.

“How can I when I was kidnapped and is being held captive?“ She scoffed.

“I enjoyed your sarcasm. But you’ll have to come with me tomorrow.” I explained.

“You want to finish up the job, right?” She said.

“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t think twice than to go on my own.” I retorted.

“Great. Do that.” She shot back.

Oh! Why is she being stubborn?

“Daisy’s anniversary is tomorrow and she wants us to come. She begged me to let you come with me.” I said flatly,

“You should be grateful. At least, someone cared about you.”

She had got hold of a hanger and stopped. Her facial expression changed. She timidly took it. She removed the T-shirt and put the hanger back on the rail. Something wasn’t right. Did I upset her?

“What is wrong?” I asked, a little keen about her moodiness.

“It is nothing.” She said, being nonchalantly. She searched the rail again. This time, she took out a pair of shorts.

“If you’re hungry, you can go to the downstairs and eat. That way, I’ll know you chose not to eat on your own.” I said plainly.

She hummed. She didn’t make eye contact. I shrugged off the thought I had and walked out of the room.