All Chapters of One Night Stand with the Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nathan's POV" No sign of her?" I asked, looking at Lucy with hope. My friend rolled her eyes; she seemed annoyed. " You know it starts to feel like paranoia." " Is it crazy that I am worried? Then call me crazy," I replied dryly. Lucy has always been my rock, just as I was hers, but now she looked as if she had reached the limits of her patience. " I am not calling you crazy, but what you expected? A goodbye letter? Or a secret map to her hidden location? You wanted her gone, and she did as you wished." Lucy leaned back in her chair. " I did not want her gone. I had to make her gone, and you know why I did it. Sooner or later, Vincent would connect the dots and strike in the worst moment." I ran my hand through my hair. " He had to escape when things were finally looking good." "Bad things usually follow the good ones." Lucy shrugged her arms. For the first time, I thought she could not understand me. " That still does not mean you can lose your mind. Margot is safe. Maybe she n

Margot’s POV It has been hours since Vincent left me alone. I have spent that time searching for any way to escape, but so far I have found nothing. Vincent prepared himself in advance. All doors were locked, as well as the windows. No matter how hard I pulled, they would not give up. There was no point shouting for help, as this place was in the middle of nowhere. I could only put myself in more danger. My thoughts went back to Vincent. Nathan's brother was dangerous enough. This man screamed trouble. His cold stare sent chills down my spine. I could not figure out why he got interested in me. At the same time, I was mad at Nathan. Why didn't he tell me about that? He did not warn me once. Of course, that was not something you can mention during casual conversation, but I should not be kept in the dark. He clearly did not trust me enough to be honest with me. It seemed like I was reading more into this relationship than he did. I kept pacing around my prison. There was not

Margot's POV." You sick bast*rd," I spat through my swollen lips. They were cut in one place, and I could swear one of my teeth was gently wobbling. My whole body was hurting after Vincent's ' preparations'. " Don't be so dramatic. It was an Oscar-worthy performance. Even if you did not say a word, maybe you should consider being an actress. I am sure my dear brother is going crazy right now."I stared at Vincent with hatred. " You are a psycho." " Well, many people said that before." Vincent's lips curled. " I like to think about myself as a visionary." Cold laughter escaped my lips. Fu*k, it hurt. " What is the great vision, then?"Vincent stood quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking about some deep, mysterious answer. " It is simple. I want Nathan at my feet: crumpled and broken. I want to see his life falling into pieces."" Wow, vision of a century," I replied with irony. After what Vincent did to me, I have lost hope that I will leave this place alive. Who knew what this

Margot's POVThe moment Vincent came back, I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. He was pacing around my room, clenching his hands. His jaw worked as if he were chewing the words about to come out of his mouth. I sat in silence. It was not the time to provoke him; he was already clearly on the edge. " Good news, darling. We will spend more time together. Isn't it great?" I kept my mouth shut, but my body shivered. I had no desire to spend any time together. I dreaded even those short visits. Vincent got back to pacing; he looked like a tiger locked in a cage, dangerous as hell. I dared not breathe too loudly. " My dear brother found my hideout. Shame, as it was really comfy."I shot him a glance. That was my mistake. Vincent noticed it almost immediately. " You seem happy about that, aren't you? You think he will burst through that door any minute now to save you?" He glared at me coldly. In a split second, he was beside me, his fist clenched in my hair, pulling my head ba

Margot's POV Sitting in the dark made me lose track of time. My muscles hurt from the lack of proper movement. My stomach grumbled with hunger; I hadn't been given any food. I started to feel claustrophobic after spending god knows how many hours in this dark place. Maybe it was a couple of hours, maybe a day; I could not tell. Stuck in this tiny space, every second felt like a minute. My head felt dizzy; the air here was stale and heavy. If Vincent would not open that door soon, I could as well go unconscious. The house was quiet, which meant my host left for now. I didn't hope he would bring food, but I hoped he wouldn't forget about me completely. Suffocating or starving was never on top of my wish list. Porsche was, but not that. I giggled to myself and winced almost immediately. My lips were still cut and now dry because I hadn't had water in a while. I had heard the noise, and my heart skipped a beat. Vincent was back. I wasn't sure whether that made me hopeful o