Four

"Shut up!" I uttered in annoyance.

"You didn't know you are hurting my feelings. Am I not that hot to you?" he asked huskily. I want the bed to eat me now, and disappear.

"Shut up! You are not!" I said out loud. I hate how my heart beats fast and how embarrassed I am.

"Bad women," he said and laughed as my ears warmed up. I heard his footsteps approaching me. With every step he took, was the loud thump of my chest. What will he do?

"Don't come near me!" I shouted.

"Why? Are you afraid of how you will react to me?" he said with amusement in his tone. I wanted to spit swear words in his face. I felt him sitting on the side of the bed. I swallowed a few times. I've never been in this kind of situation. I picked up the pillow. If he approaches, I will hit him in the face. "What did you do and why are Miguel's men chasing you?" he asked.

Miguel? Miguel's man? What is he saying and who is Miguel? "Who's Miguel? That's Jackson's man..." I corrected him. "Who are you?"

"I see, you didn't know him, but you know Jackson. Who are you then? Why are you putting your life to death?" I looked at the wall. Is he already dressed? I don't want to look back at him and find out he's still naked.

"It's none of your business. Why... Why did you kill the three? Who are you? And how easy is it for you to kill them?" I gripped the oversized pillow tightly.

He did not answer immediately. "It's hard for you to trust anyone, nice..." He stopped. "Have you heard of the name Zech Kaidon El Devar?"

Zech Kaidon El Devar... "Don't tell me, you're Arthur El Devar's son?" I softly asked.

"I see, it seems you know my dad." He acted surprised. I feel like cold water has been poured on me. Why don't I know? Why didn’t I do a deep search into Arthur’s family? If I could, then I wouldn't be stupid again for slightly trusting this guy. Where is my sling bag? I looked around and saw the bag on top of the night stand.

"Give me an answer why they're chasing you? You don't know, they're a gang of hired killers to kill," he stated. I picked up the sling bag. I looked inside for my phone, but it was not there. I can't be wrong that my phone isn't here. I knew it was just here.

"Where's my phone?" I asked as I turned my gaze to him. What a relief that he was well dressed.

"I threw it away. They'll track us using that. Such a big problem when Miguel finds out that I helped you."

"What! You threw it away? Don't you know how important that is to me?" I said hysterically with my right hand on my forehead.

His head tilted in my direction. He gave me a face that I don't care about. I breathed hard not to hit him. Matthew gave me that phone as a gift. It had a very big sentimental value to me and he'd simply thrown it away. I bit my lower lip hard in great annoyance.

"You know, you owe me for this." His expression was serious. I owe him nothing. I didn’t call him to help me. I know how to get out of that situation. Who is he to say that? I cupped my hands and took a deep breath before I spoke. The look I gave him was sharp.

"I'm not indebted to you, because first, I didn't ask for your help..." I stabbed him with my sharp eyes. "Second, I don't need your help!"

He grabbed my hand pointing at him and forced me to lower it. "I'm not in the mood for a woman's moody attitude right now. Even though I don't want to help you, I have no choice," he said in a tired tone and stood up from his seat. There's only one thing I want you to do. Follow what I said and we're gonna be on good terms."

He took a big step toward the door and he left without glancing at me as he close it. The last thing he said kept coming back to me. Follow what I said and we'll be on good terms. Follow him? Hah! He thought maybe I could easily be so silly that I would trust him. He's one of them and he's a foe, not an ally. I stood up in my seat. I need a plan. Ugh! I was caught in my face. One of the things I’m not good at is planning. Now that I need my phone to access my laptop... Nothing... That guy! I took another deep breath. Relaxed self. Stress away. Stress away. To calm myself down, my eyes narrowed as I counted the numbers in my mind, while snapping my thumb and my pointer finger.

Plan... Plan... Plan... About half an hour later, I cried sitting up in bed. I can't have a plan if I don't have my phone or my laptop. I looked around. My gaze stopped at the luggage beside the couch. Maybe I can get something in his luggage, anything that could help me out of here. I opened his luggage. I looked inside. Concentrated clothes were there, perfume (expensive), undergarments and a pack of nips—blue colored, oversized. What else is here?

"What are you doing?" I froze. What will I do? I was caught in the act. He never spoke again. I knew he was behind me. His presence makes this room small. I closed my eyes.

"I'm looking for my phone. Maybe you hid it here," I reasoned in a weak voice. Did he hear me?

"Phone huh?" he said in a teasing tone. "I doubt it if you are clutching it." My eyes widened when I noticed that my left hand was holding his undergarments. I let go of that as if it were scorching my hand. Why didn’t I notice that? My face got hot. Shame, after all, that really is. My palms were fisted. Blood rushed into my face. I stood up promptly as I turned to him with a goofy smile on his face.

"You!" I gritted my teeth. I swallowed a few times to find my voice. I don’t know what to say. I think I lost my brain for a moment with the embarrassment I felt. I was shocked at the paper bag he threw at me, which I immediately caught. What is this?

"Wear it, and hurry, we don't have time."