~07~The Devil's A Wealthy Hottie

Walking into the room I presume is the bathroom, my jaws drop to the floor.

Gleaming granite counter tops... walnut framed mirrors...Jacuzzi tub... walk in shower room with over-sized shower head...fragrant, fluffy towels neatly arranged... tile floor with under-floor heating...fluffy bath mat... wicker laundry basket.

My mom's budget for a whole month can't pay for the stuff in this bathroom.

Letting myself in, I close the bathroom door and strip out of my clothes.

This is gonna be one long, sweet bath.

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Wrapping one of the towels around my chest and another one around my wet hair, I make my way out of the bathroom after what must have been an hour.

I'm startled by an image I see in the corner of my eye.

Mr. Devil sits elegantly on one of the brown, wooden couches legs crossed and eagle-eyed watching my every move.

I pretend not to see him and go about folding my clothes.

I pick up my bra and he's still sitting there calmly..he's annoying... does he want to watch me dress¿

I clear my throat and without looking away from the bra in my hands, speak as calmly as you can possibly manage. when you're talking to your kidnapper"Uh, are you gonna leave?"

"No" he replies nonchalantly

I don't know what to say to that. He's not gonna leave¿

"Do you want to watch me dress?" I spit out, my anger evident in my tone

"I don't see why not" he shrugs expressionless

Alright, that broke my calmness.

I raise my head and stare at him squarely in his eyes for the first time since he got here.

"Get out" I order

One would think I owned the house with the command I spoke with.

Surprisingly though, he obliges and stands with no more words and walks right out the door.

"I'll be back in 10" he calls from the other side of the door.

I quickly put my bra and panties back on.

I hunt the room for a change of clothes and what I found left me speechless.

A whole walk-in closet filled with the perfect size of everything.

How is this even possible?

I shrug on a baggy Tee and some pajama shorts.

Then I go back to the bed and wait for him to resurface so I can ask him all the questions churning in my head.

I wait...and wait...and wait and still nothing

After what feels like hours but is probably about 15 minutes, I scurry out of the room in search of answers

Opening the door and stepping out of the room, I see the guy that came into the room when I first woke up here

"Good evening ma'am" he greets with a small bow and I have to hold myself back from laughing at the sight.

"Anita" I respond nonchalantly

"Huh?" he asks, squeezing his face in confusion

"My name" I inform with a small shrug "Call me that"

"Sorry ma'am, I can't do that" he mutters apologetically "Sir..."

I don't let him finish his explanation before I say "Sir Alex blah blah blah...I get it but when we're alone at least?"

He nods and smiles shyly.

Mary did assure me that the only way out is if they let me go so better make some friends...maybe they'll be my key out.

"I'm here to make sure you don't get lost on your way to the dining" he informs and gestures for me to walk in front of him.

I give him a bewildered expression that says 'How does someone get lost in a house?' before following his gestural instruction.

"Turn left"

"Left again"

"Now right"

"We're here" he announces "Go down this staircase and turn right, you should see Sir Alex"

Standing at the of the overly long stairs, I look back at the guy and ask for his name.

"John"

"Thanks, Johnny" I beam and start my journey down the really long stairs.

"An excruciatingly long walk down the stairs and I'm met with the most beautiful, gallant, huge, perfectly furnished sitting room I've ever seen.

I look up and I see a glass ceiling. Down and I see an aquarium of different colorful fishes swimming freely.

This must have cost a fortune.

I turn right as Johnny instructed, the smell of food hits me and I have to fight the urge to throw up.

Walking a little further in the direction, I'm met with an overly exaggerated dining table, probably twice the size of mom's dining table.

And it's completely filled with food, the surprising fact though is that only Mr. Devil is sitting there and he's not even eating.

I glance up at a clock in the corner. It's only 6:30 pm.

I move closer to him and he comes into full view

My urge to vomit grows stronger as I approach the table.

The sight of Mr. Devil has me rotted to the ground though. I just stood there and simply stared, foolishly admiring my kidnapper.

With those narrowed, assessing blue eyes and his stubborn jaw, that hard-as-granite body, and those cheekbones sharp enough to slice. And that hair

God, did he dye it? I know he doesn't look like the type to do something so feminine but damn..that s**t looks too good to be natural.

The bold slash of his eyebrows and the spiked fringe of his lashes were blacker than the devil's soul..then again, he is the DEVIL. His eyes were an impenetrable, extremely beautiful shade of ocean blue.

"You're late" He said sternly but he didn't sound upset though.

I will myself to stop staring but I can't...I'm trapped in his gaze.

I stay frozen on that spot, my legs unwilling to work, that is, until that damn urge kicked in again, but this time I couldn't hold it anymore.

I putr my hand to my mouth in a way that I'm sure that the urgency of my need is now obvious.

"On the corner by the left there's a restroom" He informed, looking unfazed by my situation

What a jerk

I dash towards the direction he pointed and make a mental note to give him an earful.

Rinsing my mouth and my entire face, I begin to think back to what mom and Mary had said

Could I be pregnant?

Could a virgin actually be pregnant?

'Stop overthinking it' Lush scolds 'You're not pregnant. Maybe you're just not used to whatever it was that made you throw up'

After, giving myself a pep talk, I make my way out of the restroom and back to the dining

"Hey" I greet as I sit down because I feel weird just sitting without a word.

"What was that about?" He asks with his normal blank expression.

"The smell of cheese made me nauseous" I say truthfully as the smell hits my nose again.

I don't know what he does but two maids come rushing in. He orders them to take out everything that has cheese in it.

They nod and begin to clear out everything cheese related, the table still appears very full when they're done.

I begin to fill my plate and suddenly I want brownies.

I stay quiet, poking my food with a fork.

"Eat" he ordered but I just glance over the different dishes I don't want to eat

"What?" He demand and I shake my head and go back to poking my food.

"Tell me" he orders and I remember Colton.

My eyes water at the memory of him and the realization that I might never see him again.

"Tell me" he growls and I know I dare not remain silent.

"I really want brownies for dinner" I shrug

"Are you crying?" He asks in an almost mocking tone

"You'll get your brownies" is the last thing he says before the two maids make their way back in.