Chapter Eight

CHAPTER 8

 

ADRIANA'S POV

 

 

I DIDN'T  know what to feel about everything that was happening right now, it was all so unexplainable.

 

Be it nervousness, anxiety or any other emotions, everything happened so fast I couldn't keep track of it.

 

My feelings were a mixture of all the negative emotions you could think of, and in its trail, it left me  feeling jittery. 

I didn't know how to react to the fact that I was going to live with this absolute stranger, and to be used for whatever he intended to do with me.

 

I tried to study him for a while, his face, his looks. He did look rich– Obviously, but that wasn't the only thing that got my attention.

 

It was this dark looming expression he had that was hard to explain, it was as though he kept it secret for a purpose.

 

We drove in a different car from the rest, with my face glued to the glass as I watched life speed past me. 

A soft music played from the radio and its peaceful tune made my mind drift away with diverse thoughts plaguing it.

 

I couldn't help but think about how life was going to be now; it was obvious that something had definitely being changed by fate and circumstances. 

Deep down I had the feeling that things were going to be fine after all. He did hit me once across the face but other than that there were no signs he would be as abusive as my stepfather had been.

In fact, he seemed way better off.

 

A few minutes later, we stopped at an astonishing penthouse and for a minute, I had to hold my jaw from letting it fall to the floor.

I had initially thought that the other cars were coming right behind us but it was starting to look like we would be the only one staying at this particular penthouse.

 

He grabbed my bag from the backseat, and I followed him into the house. It was ten times larger than ours and quite extravagant. 

I began to imagine just how much this man was worth and the thought made me quite scared because I just realized that I had bitten on the wrong finger.

I had stolen from the wrong person and now I was going to pay for every dime I took.  I distinctly remembered the amount of money I had seen in his credit card and I shook my head, noting that this man was a lot richer than I had imagined earlier.

 

He closed the door behind us as we entered the apartment. I glanced around quickly at the artwork and wallpaper adoring the wall, the kitchen filled with steel appliances, the marble floor and the living room.

 

Another separate living room stood right there to  the right of me, through the cracked door I could see a stripping pole right in the middle.

 

‘What kind of man has a stripping pole in the middle of his room’…I thought to myself.

 

He must had caught me looking because he had had a smug look on his face that I so much wanted to wipe off and I swallowed when he shut the back door with an

unmistakable click.

 

"…And this is the bedroom." He said not hiding any bit of expression .

 

I was still in shock about how everything was turning out to be but still I couldn't help noticing the way he had stressed the word bedroom and didn’t know how to process it completely, or at all.

 

It felt like I was going through the motions while my thoughts lagged behind; I was divided between what I was going to do and if I was going to deal with every bit of this.

 

There was a need for me to stay away from him as much as I could, I wanted to stay indifferent as I possibly could, but with each passing minute all it left in me was a feeling so impassive there was not a word I would even use to describe it.

 

He dropped my bag into an armchair as he walked toward the mini bar right there at the side of his living room.

 

This place might be an epitome of beauty, but no matter how I tried picturing it, I could not place myself right there into the picture.

 

I stood planted next to the door, watching him move with grace, realizing we've hardly had anything to talk about or rather we've hardly said any word to ourselves since we got in.

 

As a strong feeling enveloped  me,  I looked around at the room again that still had the curtains closed, and only small shards of light coming  through, leaving the room dimly lit.

 

I watched as he poured himself a finger of whiskey while I watched, with the way he looked at me from across the room  it made me fully aware of his perverse thoughts towards me.

 

He looked very much like a dangerous man, the type that would break a woman's heart without feeling any remorse but I wasn’t here to get my heart broken or fixed, I was here to pay back a stolen money.

 

He watched me as he leaned against the small bar, running his eyes all over my figure – Head to toe.

 

The longer he looked at me the more my heart pumped faster, pushing nerves through my veins.

 

I could not help but imagine how many women had stripped in the pole I had prior seen.I  wondered how many women he had been with and what he expected of me.

 

A lot of other thoughts flashed in my mind as I tried to imagine how many women he had slept with in this bed I was sitting on.

 

I knew deep down I was inexperienced and worried I won't be able to deal with him when it all came down to certain things.

 

He pulled on his tie while walking out of the room, He set the cigar he had been smoking on the island and then looked at me. “you look lost "

 

"Really? I didn’t realize that."  I blurted and after realizing that I had sounded rude, I swallowed and nodded my head.

 

With his hands braced on the counter, he nodded his head at me. Instinctively, my stomach fluttered when he glanced at me, his eyes molten.

 

"You can reach me on any of the saved numbers." He said, pointing to the bedside lamp but I wasn’t sure if the numbers were written on the lamp.

 

"…and I will have a phone bought for you tomorrow, your present phone is mine now." He added, looking at me in a way that seemed so daring.

 

He said so many other things that  I couldn’t quite make sense of because my mind was so fogged up, nothing else was making sense. 

 

At that point, all I needed was a good rest and a peaceful sleep, so when he closed the door and walked out of the room leaving me alone I was excited.

 

I wasted no time getting my ass into the shower and watched as water trickled down my leg into the drain.

This was only the beginning but I already knew that I was going to have one hell of a time.