He Found Me

Cattleya’s POV

My heart skipped a beat as I heard his voice. "You're here?" I asked softly. 

He smirked, "You ask me to find you, Cattleya Sullivan..." 

That's when I realized he'd already found me in my own damn house. I thought he'd come to my new condo, but now there's no turning back. By the time he found me here, my plan had already failed.

He smiled at me as he walked closer. But I felt glued to the spot, unable to move, and my heart was beating so fast that it almost leaped out of my chest. 

Finally, I forced myself to grab his hand and take him to my room. Clamping my palm over his mouth, I whispered, "I don't want anyone else to see you, especially Patrick." 

"And who is Patrick?" he asked, his voice clouded with confusion and amusement.

"None of your business." I moved away from him and opened the door. 

Then, I glanced at him and said, "Please, stay here. I need to talk to Patrick."

I couldn't believe I had let this dangerous criminal roam around in my room and into my life. 

What a disaster!

Well, I hope this is still part of my plan!

I was so nervous that my stomach churned. The maid greeted me in the living room, where Patrick was already waiting.

I smiled and said, "Patrick..."

"Hey, Catt! It's good to see you again," he said.

"I'm not in the mood to visit my new condo today. Thank you for coming, but I'll see you another day." I said coldly.

Patrick rose from his seat and asked, "Oh, really? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

"What? No, there’s no need to call a doctor. I'll be okay. See you tomorrow, alright?” I told him as I led him outside. 

I glanced up and noticed Jaxon peering in the glass, clearly observing Patrick and me.

"Oh, sh*t..." I muttered under my breath, but Patrick heard me.

"Are you okay?"

I sighed softly and smiled at him, "Yeah, I'm good."

Then Patrick got into his car and said, "I really miss you, Catt. But maybe another time. Let's hang out, okay?"

I nervously nodded and waved my hand at him. "Yeah, alright, bye."

After I walked back inside, I told the maid, "Don't tell anyone I had a visitor, okay? Not Dad or Mom, or else… you'll lose your job."

She nodded obediently and said, "Yes, Miss Cattleya. I won't. You can trust me."

"Good."

I went back to my room, where Jaxon, the devil mafia lord, was waiting for me. 

Every time our gazes met, it felt like he stole my breath away. 

I gulped hard and locked the door behind me.

Then he frowned at me and asked, "You don't want your boyfriend to see me? It feels like a crime that you need to hide me in your room…" 

I shook my head. "Huh? No. Patrick is not my boyfriend." 

He stood up and crossed his arms around his chest while staring at me. 

A slow, dangerous smirk played on his handsome lips. "He isn't, huh? Why do you look so scared right now?" 

As I stepped back, my heart raced but I managed to find my voice. "I'm not scared," I said, my voice trembling. "It's just that... I didn't expect you to find me so soon."

He leaned forward to meet my eyes. "You practically begged for me to find you again.” 

He slowly raised my chin and said, "You asked me to find you to finish what we started." 

I laughed and asked, "Do you trust me?" 

He said, "No." 

"Come with me," I smiled. 

I held his hand as we walked outside together. It wasn't until we got in his car and left the Villa that I realized I had been holding on to his hand for too long. 

I let go of his hand and until he said to his driver in an authoritative voice, “Pull over, Miguel.” 

The driver pulled the car over to a stop in the middle of the road. Before I could react, Jaxon shoved the driver out of the car, took the driver's seat, and then drove away. 

I let out a gasp as I glanced at his driver.

"He can handle himself," Jaxon said curtly, not meeting my eyes. "Now, where do you want to go?" 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach. 

"To your place," I said softly. 

He slammed on the brakes, the car jolting to a stop. 

His gaze snapped to mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Are you sure?" 

I smiled sneakily. So far, so good. He was paying attention to me.

 "Absolutely," I sighed as I ran my hand up my leg provocatively. 

His eyes dropped to where my fingers touched my thigh, and I could see him gulp. 

"Alright then," he said in a rough voice, finally starting the car again.

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MORETTI’S MANSION

He steered his car, sped inside the mansion, and parked in front of the double-door entrance patio. 

A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at him. He could be the key to unraveling everything. 

I needed to get closer, to understand him, to learn how my twin sister ended up in his nightclub, and ultimately, who was responsible for her death - was it him or his ruthless organization?

He opened the car door. I took in my surroundings, trying to memorize every detail. The imposing mansion loomed before me, its windows dark and unwelcoming.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice smooth. "I'm alone in this place. Parents abroad, brothers out of town. Just you and me."

I cut him off. "A private haven for… midnight visitors? Or maybe you're just pretending your have family...."

He chuckled, a dark glint flickering in his eyes as they scanned my face. "Do you want me to answer that?"

"Actually, no."