Chapter 4 - Blonde

I knew I was probably in trouble with him as he was gripping my hand pretty hard. I watched as we went up a black marble stair with gold railing, then at the end of the stairs we appeared in a black and white hallway kissed with a tint of gold and white furniture. The place was so elegant I could look at it all day, maybe I will come here and take some photos. The hallway had two sides, and he took the left end. 

We walked all the way to the end, reaching a black door. He twisted the golden knob of the door and pushed it open, revealing a dark bedroom. I couldn’t see a thing in the room until he flipped the light switch on, revealing a beautiful gray room. Only after he took a remote from the wall and opened the curtains, which sprayed sunset into the room, was I able to see the brown and gold touches. 

The bed frame was pushed to a gray stoned wall with lights pouring from the edges of the wall, lighting up the bed. The two side tables are the same stone as the wall with a golden and gray lamp on each side. The curtain is bark brown, with two brown study tables on each end of the curtain.

He pulled me into the room with him and shut the door behind us and locked it. I was busy studying the room, not realizing when I got yanked by my hair.

I squealed in fear, about to attack back, but restrained myself. I felt his breadth run down my neck and his lips lightly touching my ears. The grip was so good, I have to give it to him.

"Listen to me girl" He says into my ears, his deep voice sending chills down my spine "Just because I let you say whatever you want, whenever you want, doesn't mean you get to disrespect me in public" He breathed down my neck again "Watch what come out of your mouth" His hand traveled up my arm to my neck, slowly gripping it “Это не твой дом, любовь” He added.

Before I got a chance to say anything, a knock was placed on the door, taking his attention, then he slowly released me and fixed his shirt before unlocking the door and ordering the person to come in. 

I spun around and faced a hot, honey eyed man with a strong jawline, his shirt was tight on him, revealing his well defined abs and his big muscles looked like they're about to rip his shirt apart. A few strands of his blond hair fell to his face and  neck while the rest was tied in a loose bun. I met eyes with him and he nodded as a hello, to which I responded to, with a smile. 

He turned back to Vladim and began speaking in Russian. I tried my best to act as unfazed as I could to how hot russian sounds coming out of their mouths. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying but It was worth listening to.

I could tell that they were talking about me as they turned to me a few times. They finally ended their conversation and the man walked out after nodding at me again. I waited for a few seconds to pass, before I took a daring step towards Vladim. The height difference was very intimidating but I wasn’t gonna take being disrespected lightly.

“Haven’t you ever been taught never to touch a black girl's hair?” I asked, then pointed my index finger at him in a daring manner “Don’t you ever touch me like that again, I’m not your puppet” I scolded.

I flinched a bit when he raised his hand, thinking I was going to get slapped across the face, but he slowly just held my finger, keeping his infamous poker face “The bathroom is this door, the closet is that door” He used his other hand to show the direction.

This man is fraustrating, he’s always so relaxed, it pisses the fuck out of me and the worst part is that if I try to keep fighting, I will look like the one who is always causing the conflicts. I didn’t bother responding and he continued.

“Your luggage will be here in a while. I have to go and handle some business. When you're done you may go down and eat something the party begins at 6pm, be ready” 

“Is the party going to be here?” I asked, pulling my finger out of his grip.

“You don’t shit where you sleep, Love” He smirked, then put his hand on the doorknob and turned to me “Watch what you do with your fingers, the next time you point it at me, you will be needing a new one” With that, he opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind him.

I stared at the closed door for almost a whole minute, trying to process the whole conversation, then shook my head and went back to exploring the room, I walked to the bedside table and run my hand on the unique stone bedside table, only to realize that it's real authentic stone, rocky and grainy.

Imagine falling off the bed and hitting your head on this. I am definitely going to be sleeping very far into the middle of this king sized bed. I'm not dying only because I hit my head on a damn rock.

After some more exploring, I looked at the time, 4:45pm, then entered the bathroom. It is almost the exact same size as mine, the interior is beautiful, the bath tub is in the center of the bathroom, at the far end is a shower, with a glass door and facing the door is the toilet seat, which has the counter a few feets beside it. 

I saw a white towel hanging in the bathroom, so I shut the door behind me and stripped out of my clothes. I took a long warm shower, which was completely worth the while, I tried not to wet my hair as much as I could but it still got wet so I might have to go to the party with curls if I don't get a chance to comb it properly and puff it out.

My hair is type 4a so it doesn't exactly shrink too much with water but it’s definitely frustrating to take care of. As I looked at my face in the mirror, I noticed a hair dryer stuck to the wall over the counter. 

After cleaning my body and rubbing the cream on the counter, I opened the door and slightly checked if there was anyone in the room, before I headed out. Just like he said, My luggage is in the room so I slightly opened it and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a grey hoodie. 

Before putting on the hoodie, I had to go back to the bathroom and dry my hair, then I put it up in a rough high bun, letting the curls form a huge puff at the top. My hair had always been a priority for me since I was a kid. I took care of it so well that it grew so much. It falls 2 inches below my shoulder and when I pull it, it almost reaches my butt.

After finishing my business, I headed out of the room. I left exploring for later because it’s already past 5:30 and I haven’t eaten. I thought I would struggle to find the kitchen but one of the men showed me the way there.

I thanked him, then sat on the table, where a middle aged woman came and placed a plate in front of me. I silently watched her put food on my plate and oh god it smells good.

“Did you cook this?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am. Is there a problem?” She asked, getting tense.

“Yes…” I say “It smells so good you might get me addicted” I laughed. The relief that fell upon her face was worth everything. She smiled so cutely, then looked up at me, wrinkles covering her eyes.

“Thank you,” He placed the utensils on the side for me.

“I have never quite eaten food as good as hers before” A voice rang from behind me, making me snap my head back.