CHAPTER FIVE

LENA'S POV

I shouldn't have opened it. Every instinct told me not to. But as usual, I decided to be stubborn.

I opened the door, expecting to see Dante standing in front of my door with something he thought I needed or something he forgot to tell me.

“Dante I said…”

My mouth hung open.

It wasn't Dante, and he wasn't coming to give me any new instruction or rule of staying in his home. It was the last person I was expecting to see and the last person I wanted to see after my very long day.

Jax.

Anger swelled within me immediately and I rolled my eye. “What are you doing here?”

He raised a bag up slowly without saying a word.

I looked at him, and then the bag. “I don't want your gift.”

“I'm not here to bring gifts either,” he shot back at me coldly and I felt a shiver run up my spine.

Gosh, why is he being so brutal?

“Then what is in the bag?” I asked without letting him come into my room.

He looked at me, then at the door apparently waiting for me to let him in.

I sighed, then shifted and allowed him to pass. He walked past me and straight to my bed like it belonged to him.

Well, come to think of it, it does belong to him in some kind of way, after all he's my father's heir.

He sat on my bed and poured out the all contents of the bag on my bed.

I stared at my bed, confused for a second. “What's all these?” I asked.

“Toiletries, clothes, painkillers.”

My ears turned red immediately.

Whatttttttttttt?!!! These staffs actually told him that I was on my period?

My day couldn't get anymore worse.

Just one hour ago I was finally able to roll on my bed in pain after a full day acting so strong.

I rang the bell by the side of my bed and politely asked the staffs for these items. What I didn't expect was for Jax to bring them by himself.

“Why are you the one bringing them to me? I asked the staff not you.”

“They are following instructions.” He shot back.

I rolled my eyes at how overbearing he was being right now. “What instructions are those and who in gods name would give those kind of instructions?”

“I did.”

“What?”

“Everything you need,” he paused for effect. “Everything you ask for goes through me. They're not allowed to provide anything for you. You get it from me directly. My orders.”

I felt like strangling him right there and then but I kept my cool.

“You know,” I said slowly. “For someone who pretends like that night didn't exist, you sure act like a prison guard.” I said with a smug smile.

He smirked. “You might just be in prison but you don't know yet.”

He stood up from my bed and looked around my room.

“And for someone who has only been here for a few hours, you look like you're already planning your escape.” he said in a voice that was slightly impressed. I could tell by that small smile lingering at the side of his mouth.

“I'm not a fool Jax. I know this is a prison.” I shot back. “What I want to know is why are you holding me prisoner? What's the plan?”

His coldness returned. “Nobody called you a prisoner.”

He turned to leave, but I caught his arm.

“Please cut the act. You are not leaving this place until you tell me why my father showed up after ten years, right after my mother's death and right after getting married to your mother.”

He paused, surprised. Then looked at me. “Let go of my hands.”

“No,” I replied firmly. “I know you recognized me at dinner.”

That caught him off guard and his face softened.

“Yes I did.”

“Then why?” My voice broke. “Why did you say all the hurtful things that you said? Why did you act like I meant nothing?”

His jaw hardened.

“That's because you do.” He snapped angrily. “You don't mean anything!”

Something inside me broke at that last word. He doesn't really mean that, I know that he doesn't.

But the lie hit hard, and my grip on his arm hardened.

“So you think that I'm only here because of my father's money?”

He didn't reply to that and that felt worse.

“I was forced here.” I said in a very small voice that was barely audible. “I never wanted to be here.”

“I don't care.” he said once more twisting the knife deeper. “It's better if you forget that night happened. It would be better for both of us.”

I let go of his hands refusing to cry in from of him. He doesn't deserve to see my tears

Never.

His fist curled up into a tight ball and I could tell he was having a hard time as well.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was never meant to be.

I made up my mind. If he wanted to wipe away the memory of that night with lies that hurt us both then let him.

I turned my back. “You can leave now. Thanks for the supplies.”

I walked towards the door and opened it. He walked towards the door then stopped and grabbed my wrist suddenly.

“Ouch… what re you doing? Let go of my hands.”

His eyes flashed gold and his fangs flashed in the bright room.

“You're hurt.” He growled possessively, my back against the door.

My chest rose and fell in waves. “Wha… what are you doing?”

His fingers rubbed my bruises softly.

“You're hurting yourself.” He growled once more. His face dangerously close to mine.

I swallowed, unable to speak.

He took one long deep look in my eyes studying every feature on my face, then changed his mind just when I thought he wanted to kiss me.

“Goodnight.” He spat and shoved me away from the door.

A loud slam followed immediately he walked out the door leaving me at that spot, shocked and furious at him at the same time.

Fuck! Why does being so close to him make me wet?

I sat down on my bed and buried my head in my hand feeling extremely exhausted by my short encounter with Jax.

“Staying in his house with him is going to be a long long ride” I said to myself then started picking the supplies he brought and taking them out of my bed.

Buried inside a night dress, carefully hidden and barely visible, I saw something that looked like a paper.

I picked up the paper and it was a folded note.

I read it, and my blood ran cold.

“Lock your windows tonight—Jax.”