Qyeen Sullivan

"Cookie, its either you get in the car yourself or I carry you."

The confidence and arrogance in his voice made me involuntarily shudder.

"Is this normally how you approach girls for a date? Because if it is, you need some serious work buddy" I told him but his face remained of indifference. 

"Your answer?" He asked, completely ignoring what I said.

"Wow. Its like I'm invisible." I shrugged before I turned to walk away, only to be yanked back and thrown over his shoulder. My eyes, cold and sharp glared at him in anger.

"Put me down this instant!"

"Second option it is"

Faithful To His Qyeen

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. I never saw Lucas again or Alesso for that part. Tracey visited me every 2 hours. She bought clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, hygiene products and a lot more. She said Alesso sent them and told her to tell me I was free to move about in the house and that I wasn't a prisoner. I thought that was my chance to escape but she then said that there were guards and surveillance cameras stationed all over the house and it was almost impossible to get away so I gave up that idea and opted to lock myself in the room. 


It was much better than the last one. Had more windows so air can get in but it was impossible to jump off unless I wanted to die. 


On the first day I didn't find it bad staying in the room but on the second day I almost lost it. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to cook or paint or do something. Tracey says that I'm always welcome to come downstairs but I always declined. Now, I am definitely going to take up that offer. 


Chapter 20