The next morning, I am happy to know that Leo has left for work. Thanks to Pete for giving me that information.I basically run back upstairs to call the few numbers in my phone.Tye first person I call is Natasha, I don't know why but it just feel as if I should apologise to her for not returning."Angela, oh my God. Where have you been? When you didn't show up the next day, I started to worry about you. Then I tried your phone but I went to voice mail.""Because Leo went crazy and has me out in some log cabin in the middle of the woods."Natasha pause for a while. "I don't know where that is, but are you able to leave?""I will soon, before he gets back. I have to go. I have someone to call so they can come help me.""Tell me what I can do.""You just stay put. With your state, I don't want you to worry too much."I hang up before she can say anything else.Layla picks up on the first ring."Jesus Christ, where have you been? The girls and I are worried sick.""I'm fine.""No, you a
I make my way slowly through the small forest, because I wasn't aware that the place was so uneven or filled with holes. Which makes me wonder if any of them are for me.The place is also slippery, with my having to go even slower and have to hold on to the tress for support, afraid that if I fall, I might lose this baby.My phone buzz, it is a message from Layla. She met up with Avril and Adele, and is only notifying me about how far away they are.I can hear tires screeching on the pavement, then the old rusty gate opening. I pause to make sure I'm not seen by ducking down and waiting for it to drive up to the house.I then begin to run in the direction of the main road, slipping and falling as I do. Not stopping until I get to the high wall that is blocking my freedom.I peek out from the trees to see if anyone is coming down the driveway before moving to the gate. But sadly, it doesn't have a keypad like I hope, so I can't put any pass codes in.I guess he knew I would try to esca
Even though it has been a year since I have escaped the clutches of Leo, I still look over my shoulders to make sure that he hasn't found me somehow.I shiver as I pack the dishes into the washer. Just thinking about that man gives me chills. I am still scared of him. I am still worried that he will find me and take me back as his prisoners, maybe even kill me.I know that Raymond told me to not think about it so much and that Leo will never find me. But even with moving to a new state, and changing my name, along with bleaching my hair blonde. I still can't help but be wary. I think I might need therapy with how scared I am."Hey, babe. I'm home." Raymond comes up behind me, kissing my neck.That cause me to calm down."Everything is coming along great." He kisses my neck."That's good.""How is my little angel?" He asks."She is sleeping. I think her teeth are coming in, so she is fussy."Raymond spins me around. "I was thinking of a date night, say tomorrow. We can go to that resta
"Ok Angela, remember, first impressions last." I tell myself as I step out of the grey taxi.I brush at my peach work dress, making sure I look my best for the first day of work as Mr Cross secretary.I fix the skinny black belt around my tiny waist, because it is feeling slightly uncomfortable.I gaze up at the four story glass building that is now my work place."This is it." I say to myself before walking off.“Hey lady, are you gonna play?" The cab driver yells after me.I hurry back to his car, take out a 20 to give to him.
I scowl at my reflection in frustration, wishing that my mirror never shows up the nasty pimple in the centre of my forehead, or the dullness of my damn hair. It is a rat's nest this morning, even though I wanted to look my best for Mr Cross today. But my appearance says otherwise. With one last attempt to control the tangled mess on top of my head, I run my brush through it but soon give up and place it in a messy up do.I left home with a newfound purpose; I am going to whoo Mr Cross. That man was finer than wine, and I intend to make him mine. He is too good to pass up.I spent most of my night after coming home, trying to read up all that I could on the famous Leo Cross, sadly he is like a ghost. The internet, not even Wikipedia, has any information on him. And despite the beautiful man being the face of his own company, there aren't much pictures of him anywhere.Despite not knowing anything about him, I am still willing to win him
When I get home, I lean on the door, biting my lip, trying to hide my smile because one thing is for certain: Mr Cross wants me. He proved that by taking me home and the questions he asked only show that he is interested in my life. He can have me in all and every way. I don't intend to hold back myself from him.The door bell rings, causing me to jump. I drop my handbag, not understanding why I am panicking.I open the door with a gasp, because there he is, Mr Cross.''Can I come in?''"I- y-'' I find myself stuttering and subliming over my words.He flashes his sexy lopsided grin, then pushes past me.''Nice place.''"Thanks, though I'm sure it is nothing compared to where you live.''He gives a rich laugh, ''I think I rather it here. It's quaint and cosy as how a home should be.''''I guess it is lovely then,'' I said, eager to agree with him.I stand there awkwardly chewing on my thumbnail, while Mr Cross gaze
When I get to the airport, and see Mr Cross sitting there waiting for me, my breath hitch and I flush at how casual yet handsome he looks. Dressed in a brown long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, he finally looks his age.''Just make sure you get there before daybreak.'' He snaps into his phone.''No.'' His tone is cold as he once again snaps at whoever is on the other end.''Miss Smith, so glad that you can finally make it. For a minute there I thought you wouldn't have come,'' Mr Cross said, his voice now becoming soft and calm.''No sir, as your personal assistant my role is to do my job to the best of my abilities, while pleasing you in everyway.'' I said, hoping he caught onto my double meaning.He clears his throat. ''I have a photo shoot first thing in the morning, then a little clubbing event in the evening.''I write down what he said with a nod.''Will that be all, Mr Cross?''''I'm also thinking of going to the beach to
After we land, instead of going to the hotel, Mr Cross and I went to a club. I glance at my watch to see that it is after three am. The place is loud, hectic and crowded with people well intoxicated, looking to continue their night of fun in someone else's bed.Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music.I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes.One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering.Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head.''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear.The man lets out a loud laugh.''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.Moments later, she appears again with two bottles of Ciroc; one cocon