CHAPTER FIVE

Estafania's POV

I'm pretty sure I closed the curtains in my room when I left the house this morning so there was no way I could have opened it again after coming back from work yesterday because I must have come back late

So who the hell opened those curtains to disturb my sleep.....this wonderful sleep, God I can't remember the last time I slept through the night without waking up even once to use the bathroom.

I grudgingly dragged myself up from the bed and was immediately hit with the worst headache I have ever experienced in all my years on planet earth, what the hell is wrong with me, it's worse than a hangover on my drunkest days

It feels as if my head is about to spIit into different pieces, I am pretty sure I can feel the veins in my head beating uncontrollably

"What happened?" I asked the empty room, willing myself to remember what exactly had happened

Holding my head with one hand as if that was going to stop the headache, I searched blindly for the bottle of water I usually keep by my bedside. I found the cup covered at the left hand side of the bed and drank until there was nothing left in the cup

A few minutes went by before I finally felt as if I was alive, of course I will still need more water, good food and maybe a painkiller cause I still felt awful.

It was at this point that my brain started functioning properly enough to ask questions like " why was the water at the left hand side of the bed instead of the right?"

I always slept at the right side so it was convenient to keep the water there for, I don't remember changing it and when did I get a cup that has a lid

My stupid ass was in for a whole other surprise when my brain started noticing the bigger and more important details and a little voice whispered into my ear "Esta this is not our room"

".....You think, of course this is not our room" I whispered back

" wait why am I whispering to myself" I said out loud before I could realize it

"Where am I?" I asked the empty room while taking in the details of the exquisitely furnished room, from one corner of the room to another every single item screamed luxury.

whoever owns this room must be very rich and really love dark tones cause tell me why everything though different colours has to be in the darkest shade posible, they should have saved themselves the stress and just use black all through

The walls were adorned with a deep, charcoal grey hue, while the floors were made of polished black marble. Even though the room had a citrus sweet scent to it, you can still notice the thick scent of leather and wood,

The furniture sleek and modern, with clean lines and minimalist designs. The bed, a majestic four-poster, with intricate designs and snowy white beddings providing a striking contrast to the dark surroundings.

The beddings were incredibly soft that it makes you feel like you were snuggled up in your mother's embrace safe and warm, little wonder I slept so peacefully

Throughout the room, subtle touches of luxury abound, a floor-to-ceiling window offers a breathtaking view of the city skyline, framed by heavy, black drapes, which was slightly open to let in the sunlight

A sleek, black leather sofa sits in one corner, while a stunning, crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Another part of the room shows the entrance to a state of the arts bathroom and walk in closet.

From the plush and incredibly soft area rugs under my feet to the exquisite artwork on the walls,

I am no expert when it comes to identifying art works but I don't need to be one to recognize Mariosden's signature, one of the leading artists of our generation. To have his work displayed so effortlessly in this room confirms the fact that the owner is really loaded.

"Enough marveling at the beauty of the room Esta" I willed myself to focus and try to remember the previous day's event

".....where is this place, a hotel? I left the office yesterday for.......a meeting with Mr Gustavo, that ba****d.....I can not believe he drugged me". I thought angrily as I slowly started to remember

I mean what was I expecting he was obviously recommended by my uncle of course he is going to be a sleazy disgusting perv.That explains why he wanted me to do the project all on my own

I remember running away from his bodyguards.....more like thugs and ending up in Mr Creepy man's room

"Oh no!!!......no way!!!" I panicked, it's all coming back now, I really dug my own grave this time. What were the odds of him being in that same restaurant....wait a minute......was he the one who brought me here

Alright Esta, calm down, don't panic......first things first is to find out where this place is, then how to leave before anyone finds out that I am awake

I picked up my heels and my bag funny enough everything was still in there, even my coat was draped carefully on the couch.

I opened the door as quietly as I could to meet a long and empty hallway I followed it till it led me down the stairs to the sitting room where I met Mr Creepy man

He was alone with his back to me engrossed in a call while performing some task on his laptop, seeing him occupied I believed I could make a run for it before any other person comes into the room. I barely took one step before I heard his voice.

"Now now peaches that is not how we behave around here, I would like to think that you still remember your manners, be a good girl and show gratitude to the man who saved you or have you forgotten so soon"

I looked back to see him still in that same position, how on earth did he notice me without even looking. He slowly turned to me and I stood there with my head down like a thief who was caught red handed in broad daylight, I had no other choice than to sheepishly apologize and thank him

"I'm really sorry Sir, honestly there are no words to properly express how grateful I am for bringing me out of that condition safe and sound. Thank you sir thank you so so much"

" I believe you had enough rest, I was begining to worry you might not wake up so I had to open up the curtains a bit to remind your body of the time" he said while looking my said body up and down, that action alone left me confused.

I bowed and thanked him once more before quickly running out of the house but not before I heard him say

"Go ahead and run little one, that makes it more fun"