Chapter Four.

Jaselle's P . O . V

“who's there??” I called out in the darkness of my room when I woke up abruptly to a somewhat loud creaking noise I heard sounding from not too far away.

I reached out my hand for the bedside lamp to lighten up my room and after scanning around the room briefly, there really wasn't anyone in sight and nothing seemed amiss.

With a loud yawn, I decided to return back to sleep but then I realized I really needed to pee.

Sighing at the continuous factors interrupting my sleep, I dragged myself lazily out of bed and staggered half awakened towards the bathroom and got down to releasing the end results of the shots and tequila I had at that club earlier tonight.

I hissed loudly at the disturbingly loud sound of flushing before proceeding out of the bathroom and instead of seeing my bed from the distance like I badly wanted to, I could barely see a thing and not only because my bed side lamp had somehow turned off on its own, but I felt a presence right before me.

Something or in this case, Someone was standing right before me and shielding my front view from anything and everything.

All thanks to the faint rays of moonlight seeping in through one side of the window into the room that allowed me confirm for myself that someone really was present in my room with me and he was right in front of me!

In that moment, every atom of sleep wiped clear from my eyes and I suddenly got alarmed by the huge man's presence. Just as I thought to scream, he shut me up with a piece of clothing over my mouth and nostrils. Within matters of seconds, my head felt fuzzy and my eyes could only behold pitch black darkness.

It wasn't long after that I started to feel seriously weak and I eventually blanked out.

Moments later, I slowly peeled my eyes open and squeezed it shut almost immediately when my eyes got irritated by the brightness of day that was all around.

Just when I was beginning to wonder just how long I've been asleep for, my mind settled on my environment.

I know I only got to be in my lodge for less than a day but one thing I was certain of is that I wasn't in it.

The luxurious bedroom I was currently in couldn't in anyway be compared to the low budget lodge I went to bed in last night.

I sat up and rubbed on my eyes with the back of my palm furiously but each time I did, I was still present in the same place.

I don't remember ever being that much confused in my entire life as to where the hell I am, what I'm doing here and mostly how I got here.

Where the hell am I?

Flashes that answered my question scrolled through my mind and I froze as I replayed the scene from last night that I was beginning to remember faintly.

It finally struck me. I've been Kidnapped??

But why? By whom?

I mean, who would want to kidnap someone like me?? I'm not wealthy and I sure as hell don't look like I'm wealthy.

And besides, whoever did this doesn't seem like they'll be needing any of my money because the room I am currently looking at, is the exact definition of huge.

The only words to describe the room is Glorious.

I just couldn't believe I actually woke up here.

It still feels like I'm dreaming but I could very much perceive the smell of fried fish and that's something that can never be possible in my dream.

I dislike fish so much that it can't possibly come up this strong in my dream.

I scrunched my nose up in disgust as I still let my eyes and clueless brain roam the entire room.

The room alone is like twelve times my entire apartment from back home.

Okay.... Much exaggeration.

It's like conveniently four times my room and completely furnished with what I could never possibly afford.

The purple curtains particularly caught my attention because of how strangely shiny it was but it although couldn't be compared to the shiny walls that were a dull shade of pink.

What's this? Did I get kidnapped by some real life Barbie? This is seemingly all too ridiculous.

The room had a wide sofa at the far end and two short stools with fancy lamps on each of them placed on the large well laid queen sized bed I woke up in like barely two minutes ago.

I ran my fingers over the bed sheets to further prove to myself that I wasn't hallucinating and the soft cotton feel of the sheets that in some way matched the curtain's color weren't in anyway like the sheets I went to bed in last night.

Then I asked the question again but this time, only a lot more loudly.

“WHERE THE HELL AM I???”

I asked this question out in the air but there was no response. Not that I was actually expecting any as I was the only one in the room but could someone please explain to me what the hell is happening here??

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Without hesitation, I rolled to the edge of the bed and dropped one of my feet down to check if it was safe to step on the floor.

I've watched way too many movies to not be scared of booby traps.

My foot reached the floor and all I could feel was the coldness of the marble tied floor.

In no time, I was up on both my feet and let my head do a circular motion around the room till my eyes fell on the one particular door I assumed to be the exit.

I rushed towards the door and yanked violently on the knob but the stupid door just would not open!

Is this some sort of a joke?

First I wake up in here and now I'm locked in??

“Hey! Whoever you are, open this goddamn door right now!” I yelled out as I slammed both my fists loudly against the strong wooden door for close to a minute but yet there was no response.

I felt like a lunatic but more than anything, I felt trapped and I needed to be let out!

“Open this door right now or I'm gonna kick it down” I threatened.

Of course I couldn't kick it down but they didn't need to know that.

Right now, I could use whatever means to let myself outta here even if it means empty threats.

“You called for this!!!” I added and took a few steps backwards to kick on the door as hard as I could and just then, it opened.

I had to swipe my eyes clear of every strand of my hair that got in the way of my sight when I was about to go in for my mighty kick on the door so I could behold the human that had just appeared before me.

I looked at him strangely as did he me.

We stood silently watching ourselves for almost a minute till I raised up a brow.

Something doesn't feel right here.

I could swear I don't know this man but yet again his face was all too familiar. Like I've seen him before.

And because of that I zeroed my entire focus on him and although my head was slightly aching, his thick dark hair and perfect jawline was beginning to hit a bell.

A recognition I couldn't hit until I looked right into his grey orbs and then.... It struck me.

It's that Weirdo from the Club last night.

All this for a shirt?? What in the world?

“Look, I'm sorry about your shirt. I would go to the store right now and get you a Brand new one.” I negotiated with a calm expression on my face although within me, I was beginning to wonder the nerve of this guy.

Something about him screamed power and danger but I couldn't figure it out yet.

When he didn't respond, I took it as my cue to walk past him and get out of the room like I badly wanted to but he shot out his arm immediately and blocked me from leaving.

“You are Not Going Anywhere” he spelt out word by word and I think that must have made me furious.

He can't hold me here can he? I mean.... That's illegal ain't it?

“What do you mean I'm not going anywhere and who the hell are you?” I demanded with annoyance written all over my face as I tried to yank his hand off the doorway.

“I am Adriano Moretti.” He replied in a thunderous voice and although that didn't answer my question, at least I know what name to tell the Cops!

Because Mr Moretti over here is really getting on my nerves!

“Jaselle Green.” I replied like a civilized person.

Violence isn't always the right way is it?

We could settle this calmly. I get him his stupid shirt and then I'll be on my way. Everyone's happy.

But for someone who looks like he owns this place, I don't think he'll be bothered by a single shirt. Does he perhaps have a sentimental attachment to it??

You know what? I don't care! I'm not gonna let myself get bothered by any of that.

“Mr Moretti, I'm sorry about last night and like I said, I'll get you a new shirt so please get out of my way so I can get it done.” that didn't come out as nicely as I'd hoped but important thing is, my message got across.

“I have no concern whatsoever with the shirt. I could get a thousand replacement just with a single snap of my finger.” he replied and I almost rolled my eyes.

Show off! I get it, he's rich but was that last line really necessary.

But then, if he isn't interested in the shirt, why am I here???

“Then why did you bring me here???” I demanded and he must have been expecting that question all along because he seemed alot too confident about responding.

“Because you're mine Sofia.” came his response and I glared at him like he'd just sprouted a second horn or grown a second head.

At least the latter sounds interesting.

Sofia? Did he just call me Sofia? I told this creep my name like...... Seconds ago.

“I beg your pardon???. Look. First of all, I don't know what your problem is but My name is NOT SOFIA and I am definitely NOT A PROPERTY OF YOURS! ” I yelled out in his face .

“I am going home right now and if you try to stop me, I'm calling the cops!” I threatened again when I wasn't even certain I have my cellphone with me. I left that device in my purse and he didn't happen to bring my purse along did he?

“I would reconsider if I were you. You are far across the globe from where I picked you up from” he pointed out and my eyes widened.

From the little I know from this guy, he seems like a straight to the point, no sense of humor person but this has definitely got to be some sort of a joke right???.

Did he ship me away??

For how long have I been out???

All these questions where packed full in my head without a response nor the ability to ask them because not only did my tongue abandon me, I was still overwhelmed by shock.

This is the part he tells me all this Is nothing but a silly joke. Right?

Right????