Elizabeth’s POV My stomach growls. I chuckle, rubbing my hand on my tummy. “I know, baby.”I step back into my—the—room and close the door behind me. I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and soak myself in the bath for about fifteen minutes. I then walk into the room, dry my body, sit before the dresser and rub cream all over. After I’m done, I walk into the closet and choose a set of comfy Burberry sweatshirts and joggers. I smile to myself in the mirror and head downstairs. The aroma coming from the dining table fills my lungs as soon as I reach the foot of the staircase. My stomach growls in response to the enticing invite and I shuffle my feet into the dining area. The dining table is long—the longest I’ve seen in my over twenty years on earth. Is this a common room or something? Or a palace? Damn.Right above the long dining table is a stunning crystal chandelier. I ogle at it—it’s so mesmerizing. The moment I tear my gaze away from it, my eyes land on the breakfast o
Elizabeth’s POV I’m not concerned about my safety here, I want to get out. Dammit!“You shouldn’t worry about your safety here.” Alexa adds, with a note of pride. “The men are also top tiers. You should come see them sometime when they train.” She blushes and resumes walking.Damn. There’s no way for me to escape from this hell.“But how come… are we in a jungle?” I drag my feet after her.She giggles. “It’s an estate. A veryyyyy big one. And Mr. Ethan owns the estate.” She lays emphasis on ‘very’.It must indeed be verryyyy big. After showing me around a little while longer, Alexa leads me back into the house.“Oh! Meet AI.” She grins, gesturing at a lovely looking robot.What in hell?! It’s so lovely. How come I haven’t come in contact with it since I got here?“Hello!” I wave my hand in the robot’s face.Immediately, I feel a red horizontal line project from my head to my feet, as if scanning me.Then, I hear a beep. “Stranger. Alert.” Wait, what? Did the robot just say that? Wow
Elizabeth’s POVI bite on my bottom lip, immediately hating myself for snapping at her. Alexa’s friendly, but I have to do what I have to do. That man can’t just kidnap me and expect things to be alright. Never.Since I only want to do some retouching, there’s no harm in it. Right?“I’ll get the paints.” Alexa speaks, breaking my chain of thoughts. “Good! I love that.” I grin at her.Alexa turns to head downstairs to go do as she’s instructed, but my next words make her stop in her tracks, abruptly.“You’ll be getting fifteen buckets, each of wine and black paints.“ I watched her turn around and stare blankly at me, question marks written all over her face.“You heard me right. Those two colors will make everywhere spicy.” I giggle. “Hum, I don’t think that’s a good idea ma’am. Mr. Ethan wouldn’t like that at all.”I’m irritated again. “And who the hell are you to tell me what he’ll like or not?” Alexa looks down at her feet, biting on the corner of her lips. My heart throbs. I kn
Ethan’s POV“Sir, isn’t it a bit too early today?” Arthur asks with widened eyes. He’s obviously shocked that I’m leaving the office at this time. I take a peek at the Rolex wristwatch strapped around my wrist, it’s a quarter to eight.My mouth presses into a thin line. “What’s too early about this time?” Come to think of it, I’m always overworking. The first to get to work, and the last to leave—me.I own this office, as well as many others in the state. I’m the boss but I work my butt off tirelessly—even more than my employees—everyday. Why? Something must be done about this. As I step out of the elevator with Arthur right behind me, an image of that girl’s face flashes through my eyes for the umpteenth time today. I shake my head, chuckling. While in the conference room, her face kept popping out of nowhere. Even while I was working in my office. To be candid, I think she’s the reason I’m going home early right now. I want, badly, to see her face. The way she looks with that
Ethan’s POVHell, who had the audacity to ruin my hallway in this manner?“I did.” I turn around in fury and see Spitfire standing behind me.I almost can’t believe my ears. Hell! “With whose permission?” My breath rages.***Elizabeth’s POVAfter taking a thorough bath, scrubbing all the paint off my hair and body, I dress up and head downstairs for dinner. When I pass through the hallway, I can’t help but grin at the mess I’ve made. But somewhere in my heart, I feel anxious, and nervous. When I sit down at the dining table and start to eat, I hear the sound of a car driving in—his car. My heart skips a bit and I immediately lose appetite, forgetting how hungry I was a second ago. A wave of panic rushes within me, causing my hands to tremble. Thinking about it, I haven’t thought things through. I don’t know what his reaction will be once he sets eyes on the walls…‘What if he feeds me to the dogs?’‘What if he murders me?’'What if he plucks out my eyes and feeds them to the dog
Elizabeth’s POVThis isn’t the reaction I was expecting. Not this response. Not this reaction. Not anything that’s happening right now!“Thank you for adding warmth to the house.” He grins. “You see, we’re really fit for each other.”“Before you came into my life, the house felt cold and empty. Now, look what you’ve done—added warmth and life to it.” I dig my fingernails into my palms, my heart beating hard with mixed feelings. I absolutely don’t know what to do or say right now. What’s this, really? What’s happeningI watch as his gaze wanders around the hallway again, satisfaction written boldly on his face. “Did you hire someone, or did the guards help you with it?” He asks lovingly.I’m completely tongue tied. “She did it all by herself. I didn’t know you’d like it sir. I almost stopped her from doing it, thinking it would upset you. But the look on your face right now says otherwise.”I glance beside me and see Alexa. I have no idea when she got here. Ethan laughs deeply at A
Elizabeth’s POV But my heart, that stupid thing, makes me take slow steps forward. “Ethan?” I call out silently, stretching my neck as I look around.But there’s no trace of him at all. I call out his name again, yet no response. I’m fascinated by his room's interior decor. Surprisingly, I find that a part of me is excited to be in his room. Yuck. My brain tells me to leave right now, but I take two steps forward instead. I begin to take in every detail of his room. The walls are grey and black. What’s it that he has with grey? His bed is huge—way bigger than mine. His walk-in closet is presently wide open. Inhaling deeply, I take precise steps and walk in. It’s also really huge inside. Very spacious, and the clothes in here are never ending.Business suits, tuxedos, plain shirts, tees, ties… they hang in an unending row without creases. Then, free pants, jean trousers, joggers; they are all well arranged like those in luxury stores.His shoes are so many, ranging from slip-
Ethan’s POVShe throws daggers at me with her eyes but I can almost swear she almost burst out into laughter just now.“Spill, Spitfire.” I urge her. I see her brows knit as she elevates her chin to meet my eyes, looking at me calculatively before she speaks. “Can you please not punish them? Please?” Her forehead creases with guilt plastered all over her face. “It’s really not their fault. They tried to help but I stopped them from doing so.” Even like this, she looks so adorable. Just so we can be in this position for a little while longer, I lift my hand and rest it on my jaw, humming, as if I’m thinking; while my gaze remains on her face. “Should I punish you instead? ‘Cause I told you to talk to Moana or me if you need anything, didn’t I?”She looks down at her feet like a guilty spoiled child. More adorable. I find her little acts tempting. I can take her right here and now. “I’ll take back my words on one condition.”She looks up at me with twinkling eyes. “Sleep with me