Friend or foe

Oh my God! I have to go to work! I frantically searched the room for my watch which I found sitting on the nightstand.

The time read 2:15pm meaning I have 45 minutes to get to work. I took my backpack which I found at the corner of the room and dashed out of the room trying to find the exit.

How am I even supposed to find the exit in this huge house- correction, mansion. "What the hell are you doing?" A voice behind me said. I turned around to meet the face of the man I met this morning. I think his name was Theo or something.

His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see?

Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.

The sound of him clearing his throat brought me back to reality. "If you are done checking me out, you might as well answer my question," he said with a smug smile making me blush profusely. "I have to go to work Theo," I said staring at the wall behind him to avoid looking at his face.

"First of all my name is Theodore not Theo and you are not going anywhere. Doctor's orders," he said sternly. "I don't have a choice unlike you Theo," I said using the name he said he didn't like.

Not everyone was born with in riches and I think he should respect my decision. After all he took me to his house without my permission.

"Kitten do you know who I am?" He looked at me amused. "No and that's the more reason I should leave here," I mumbled.

"You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction.

I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

I'm sure he's planning my death in his head right now.....or he might be joking. I looked up at him expecting him to tell me it was all a joke but instead, he looked serious about what he said.

I stepped back afraid that he might hurt me and I slipped and closed my eyes expecting to feel myself rolling down the stairs which were behind me but instead, I was pulled into a firm and wet chest by my arm. His arms circled around my waist to prevent me from falling and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck.

I looked into his eyes and for a moment I felt safe. I felt like I could trust him with my secrets. I just felt like being like this forever- no! This is not right. I can't just trust anyone. I shouldn't be feeling like this- especially not with him.

I pushed him away from me. "I have to go," I said looking everywhere apart from his face and body. "No you need to rest," he said sternly. "Okay but I'll rest at home," I said seeing that he won't take 'no' for an answer. "Okay. I'm just going to change I'll be right back," he said about to walk into the room that I ran out of but I held his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"What now?" He asked frustrated. He made it sound like I was bothering him. "I-I'll l-leave by myself and I'm sorry for bothering you," I said finding the exit and rushing out of the house before he could say anything.

I took a cab to my house praying that my dad won't be home. I arrived at 4:50pm and due to my rather unfortunate luck, he was at home. Not just that, he was drunk which also means more cuts and bruises for me.

"Where have you been slut?" He slurred taking a sip of alcohol from the bottle. "I-I was at school," I lied knowing that I'd probably die if I told him I was with Theodore Black.

"Stupid bitch! You were supposed to be working by now or have you really forgotten your place?" He yelled. "You have to work to be able to pay me for having to give birth to a pathetic child who reminds me of my ex-wife," he slurred throwing the bottle of alcohol at me.

I ducked but I wasn't quick to get out of his way which resulted in the bottle hitting my forehead making me scream in pain.

"Ever since you came into my life, you've brought me bad luck and troubles so I will also continue to punish you for your existence," he slurred taking off his belt.

There was no need to remind me of who I was because I believed that I was everything he called me and more. Pretty sad right? He wrapped the belt around his wrist and hit me till he was satisfied and went back to his room.

I slowly and carefully managed to stand up and cleaned up the mess he had created and went back to my room to tend to my wounds hoping that one day everything will be fine.

A few minutes later, I heard yelling from the living room and went back there to check it out. I saw Theodore and a few men sitting in the living room with my dad.

I guess I was so focused on cleaning my wounds that I didn't hear them come in. "Mr. Jones this is the last time I'm asking you for my money. If you don't have it, I'm going to blow your fucking head off," Theodore growled standing up from his seat.

He looked really angry. If we were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of his ears by now. I was hiding behind the wall and I am sure didn't see me.