Chapter 4: Prisoner of Love

I shut the door after the gorgeous lady had gone, sliding to the cold floor as I trembled softly. How had she known my name? I wondered as I sat there, worry creeping up on me. She'd called my name. In full at that. She'd known I was an Eastwood. No one here should know. I'd only told Nathan my first name, Faye. 

I chewed at my nails as I wildly scavenged through my thoughts, checking to see if I'd said anything about my father. Maybe, I reasoned, I might have mentioned to Nathan about my family when I was still in pain. Said something. He'd have asked me if there was someone close to me, a relative he could contact to come get me. He would have, right? I raised my head as I nodded to myself. Of course. That's the only way he could have known my father's name, too. Maybe he has even checked them out.

Only he already promised me I wouldn't have to go back, so that's why I'm still here. 

But the lady, I thought again. Remembering how she'd said my name in warning brought out the goosebumps on my arms as I felt the chill of her words sweep over me. 

I got up, rubbing my arms vigorously. I won't run to conclusions on my own. I'd just wait for Nathan to come back and explain, I decided. He'd explain it to me. I felt relieve rush through me at my decision. I trusted Nathan. I knew he'd explain what had happened to me to put me at ease. Maybe I'd even learn that the lady really was insane. She was too gorgeous not to have some kind of internal problem. We could even laugh about it. 

Reassured, I walked around aimlessly, afraid to leave the house lest I get locked out. I could open the front doors from the inside, but I knew I'd need a code to get back into the house. I explored the inside of the house some more. 

I walked through the living room to the hallway connecting to the study. Curiousty carrying me to Nathan's study. I thought about the black rose portrait again. It had been beautiful, in a strange sort of way. I guess it had only creeped me out cause I had thought I saw it on the road at the time of my accident. I tried the door handle, but it didn't open. Finding the study doors locked.

Well, it made absolute sense to have it locked, anyway. He wouldn't want just anyone strolling in and looking through confidential information or even misplacing important stuff or documents for him, I reasoned. 

I strolled leisurely upstairs, headed straight to Nathan's room, which was our room now, I guess. If he let me stay. If he really let me stay, I wouldn't sleep in a different room. I'd sleep in the same bed with him every night. He couldn't possibly last much longer without touching me like I wanted him to. Could he? He was a man, after all. 

Opening the door, I entered the room, immediately enveloped in its dark shades.

I wondered about Nathan. And what kind of man he was besides what I already knew. I hoped he wouldn't catch me snooping, but I couldn't help myself as I went to his huge walk-in closet. I riffled through his clothes, taking in his scent. He liked dark colors a lot. There weren't much of bright colors in his closet. In fact, I saw nothing which wasn't in a dark shade. I sighed as I wondered why. He hadn't seemed like a man who liked bright stuff, yes, but how could one live with only dark shades of everything?

I went to his drawers, pulling one out to find it had at least ten rows of different probably designer wristwatches enclosed in protective cases. I drew open another drawer to find his ties. All rolled up neatly in their separate rows. I found he was a neat freak, and had everything arranged separately in sections, the same items in the same drawer. His shoes took up almost half the closet in their high shelves. I reached out to one, picking it up and looking at the soles. They were red bottoms. Of course he wears designer stuff, Faye. I mentally slapped my forehead. Everything he wears is design—

"What are you doing in here?" 

I gasped as the shoe in my hand fell to the floor unheaded, making a thump sound as it dropped.

"I... I umm...." I nervously stuttered, as I had no clue what to say to him. Was he angry I was going through his stuff? I peeked out from under my eyelashes, and glanced away again nervously as I hung my head, holding my hands together.

He laughed slowly and my head came up, heart beating rapidly as I glanced at him. 

"It's okay. I guess in your case, the saying,"curiosity killed the cat" rings no alarms?" 

I chuckled, nervous. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"Go through my things in my absence? Well, it's not that I didn't expect it, anyway. Come here." He said.

I moved forward slowly into his arms as he hugged me to his chest. I finally relaxed, feeling the butterflies flutter as he held me. 

"How are you feeling now? Rested?"

I nodded my head against his chest, "Yes, very much, thank you."

"Have you had dinner?" He asked, pulling me with him out of the closet. I felt giddy with pleasure at the feel of my hand cradled in his. 

"Faye?" 

"Oh, I haven't." I hadn't realized it was already dinner time.

"Wait downstairs. I'll join you in a few minutes." He said.

I nodded at him as I moved to leave the room, but he pulled me back. Pushing his hands in my hair, he gave me a mind numbing kiss as he said in his husky, deep voice. "I want one of those, before I leave In the morning and when I'm back in the evening."

I felt the butterflies flutter in my belly again as I went light-headed for a minute. Were these words spilling out of his gorgeous lips really meant for me? My cheeks burned as I walked towards the door. I wondered suddenly how anyone could ever say Nathan was the devil. Remembering the chica made me pause after leaving. I might as well tell Nathan about his visitor.

"While you were out, some lady came to the house." I told him. I try to sound uninterested, but I what I would like to know was how she knew my name.

"She said you were some devil, and that I should run from you.' I laughed at the thought. Looking up at Nathan. The smile fell off my face as I realized he wasn't laughing with me. His face looked as though carved out of granite. Was something wrong?

"Why did you let in someone you didn't know in my absence, Faye?"

"I... umm... I just, the doorbell rang and I just—"

"Let her in with no thoughts? Fuck's sake, Faye, you should know better than that. Or didn't your little brain warn you she might be dangerous?" He snarled at me. 

I stepped back, suddenly afraid. I was well used to make anger, and I knew to seek cover first and then ask questions later. But Nathan wouldn't hurt me like my father, would he?

"I'm really sorry. It's just that I opened the door before I actually thought about it."

"So, your reflex action is to be stupid?"

I flinched at the remark. Hurt spreading in my chest as I stared up at him wordlessly.

"No..." I whispered pitifully. We had been happy just minutes ago. Why was he acting like this? I thought.

"She was your visitor, and so I had to let her in." I blustered.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed at me, snatching my hand before I could dart out of reach. I shrank In his hold, fear filling me as I wondered what was happening. He yanked me into the closet and threw me into the open space, cursing the whole time. 

I wanted to cry. But his next actions shocked the hell out of me.

"Stay in here until you learn to make better use of your senses. You'll behave accordingly or face the consequences." 

He threw the door shut in my face. 

I stared in disbelief as I heard the closet door lock being turned. He was locking me in? I rushed to the door, knocking at it and frantically pulling at the door handle,  but my wolf was latent.

"I'm sorry,' I sobbed, tears speedily rushing down my cheeks. I tried to pull the door open with all my strength. "Let me out. Please let me out." Frantically wondering if he could hear my cries.

When I didn't get a response, I yanked the door handle harder and shouted my pleas louder. 

"Please Nathan. It was a mistake." I sobbed even harder. 

My whole life was plunged into darkness as the lights went off and I heard the bedroom door open and close with a slam.