Chapter 7

            Rose's P. O. V.

            

            I didn't see Samuel for the rest of that day. Not that I was in any shape to be worried about him returning home that night or not, because I only realized he hadn't come back two days later. I wasn't fully recovered but when I could finally get off the bed whilst wincing in pain for every step that I took, Camille informed me he hadn't come back that day and only returned a day after.

            

            "My guess is that he didn't come straight to see you because he didn't want to look so awful in front of you." Camilla had said.

            

            I wondered why she would say that. How she would feel so comfortable saying something like that to me when she was clearly the one in his bed every night.

            

            The fourth day after the accident, I stood in my room, watching the balcony from the locked glass doors. Uptill now, I still wasn't allowed out of this room, not even out into its balcony. Did they seriously think I would jump off that balcony?

            I may have been held here against my will but dying wasn't part of my options. Unless he kills me himself, I wasn't about to kill myself first.

            

            The doors clicked open and I turned back to see Camille walk in, her usual smile plastered on her face again.

            

            "I'm here to help you bathe." She informed me and I mentally rolled my eyes.

            

            "I can bathe myself Camilla, I won't drown myself because of some man holding me hostage in his house." I replied distastefully.

            

            Camilla turns a serious look at me as she made my bed and said "you aren't Samuel Curtez's hostage, Rose. If you were, you wouldn't be living in this beautiful room right now, trust me. Maybe you should appreciate him more."

            

            I felt disgusted by her statement.

            

            "Appreciate? What exactly am I supposed to be appreciative of, Camilla?! You think I like being here?"

            

            "All I'm saying is that the boss likes you. He liked you enough to have had you brought here the other night after that accident. If he didn't care like he tries to make you feel, he wouldn't have saved you okay?"

            

            I fell silent. Maybe he did care about me which was why he saved me back at that accident scene four nights ago but that doesn't give him a free pass for taking me from my house the way he did. 

            

            I reached for my dress and slipped out of it before walking into the bathtub and onto the bathtub. 

            Like we did every other day, Camilla scrubbed my body before she helped me out and grabbed me a towel to cover my body with.

            

            Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I saw a figure standing next to the door, his back leaned back against the wall. 

            

            Samuel Curtez.

            

            Samuel is perched up against the wall, his eyes falling on me as soon as I stepped out, a look I couldn't quite understand written all over his face. I quickly tried to cover my bare arms and shoulders from his eyes as I suddenly felt naked in front of him.

            

            Samuel's eyes watched my feet and up to my head. After making the sweep, I didn't know where to hide but to just stand there and let his eyes rape me.

            

            Camilla walks out right on time.

            

            "Boss, you're back." She acknowledges him.

            

            He pulls himself off the wall, his eyes not leaving mine before saying "meet me in the bedroom, Camille." 

            

            Without saying a word to me, he turns around and disappeared from the room.

            What the hell was that? I thought to myself.

            

            "You'll have to excuse me Rose," Camilla said as she started towards the door "I'm sure you can take it from here."

           

           I watched her disappear from the room too. I was too distracted by my own thoughts about what she had to go out so quickly to do that I didn't realize more quickly that she'd left the door open.

           

           There the door was, open finally. I could walk out right now and find my way out of all of this, but instead, the only thought in my head was what Camilla had to go and do so urgently. Samuel's voice asking her to meet him in the bedroom kept replaying in my head. 

           

           Before I could stop myself, I was stepping out of the room, my hands holding the slim towel around my body. With my wet hair dripping all over my body, I quietly walked towards the right side of the narrow hall. I didn't know where I was going but I remember seeing Camilla coming from this side through the glass walls of my room whenever she was coming to help me out.

           

           I came to an abrupt stop all of a sudden when I heard laboured breaths coming from a room just a few feet away. It didn't take me time to realize that the voice belonged to Camilla. She was breathing harshly. 

           Her breathing intensifies and i started to walk more faster now. I didn't know what I was going to see but I knew I just had to see for myself.

           On reaching the door, her painful breaths turns into soft moans.

           

           Just before I stopped at the door to this room, I heard a masculine voice moan harshly. At this point, I knew exactly what was happening behind those walls. I knew exactly what to expect to see. The door is left wide open. I tried to turn around and walk away but I was rooted there, my body unwilling to cooperate. 

           

           So I did the only thing my body wanted me to do. I peeped into the room and saw Camilla's naked body faced against the wall, Samuel wrapped up against her from behind, his face dug into her neck. Unlike Camilla, Samuel is still clothed. Except for his trousers that were pulled down a little, stopping just before his knees.

           

           I pulled back immediately, my heart racing in my chest. What the hell did I just see?

           

           I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment and why I was feeling it but I knew that I didn't like it and I just wanted to disappear at that moment.

           

           With my fist clenched, I hurried back the way that I came. I needed to get the hell out of here before they finished whatever they were doing.

           

           As I sat on the bed and pulled on a jeans pants, I felt disgusted with myself. Why the hell was I getting angry over what I just saw? This was exactly who he is, Rose, I told myself. Just because he showed you a little care while you were in line of danger, just because he protected you once doesn't mean he was a good person. He was still the man that I hate so much for forcing me from my house that day.

           

           

           After dressing up, I hurried down the hallway and came across an elevator. I boarded it immediately and pressed the buttons to take me to the down floor. 

           

           A few seconds later, the doors were sliding open. But I wasn't staring at an exit door that would lead me outside of this building, I was staring at a completely closed up room. The room has no doors or windows in sight. Everywhere was dark, safe for the dim porch light situated at a corner of the room.

           

           

           It felt like I'd run a hundred miles only to end up in a dark tunnel without a way out.

           

           "Do you think your pathetic father wants you back, Rose?"

           

           Samuel's voice causes me to spin around. Fear gripped me as I saw him stepping out of the dark and stopping right in front of me.

           

           I stumbled back unknowingly, my back hitting the wall.

           

           But he doesn't stop. He moves closer until our bodies were a line of symmetry away from each other.

           

           He bends down a little so he could watch my eyes, his body towering over mine. His face comes closer until it was an inch away from mine. I could hear my heart beating in my ribcage in fear of what he might do to me.

           

           Even though he had a very amused smile on his slim lips, I didn't know what was waiting for me behind those pretentious smiles.

           

           "Did you really think I was going to let you slip away like that?" He say to me, his smile unchanged.

           

           "I don't have to go back to my father," I said, retracting to his first question "as long as I'm not anywhere near you"

           

           The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced with a grim, disgusted look. A different kind of fear set inside me as I waited for him to do something, maybe hit me. But he didn't. He just stood there, watching me with disdain. I wanted to disappear from his burning hateful gaze.

           

           "I'm not even going to touch you yet, " he whispers into my ear, the side of his cheek grazing mine gently "because you're still not fit after that accident." He completes.

           

           It felt like my body had been electrocuted by the single touch of his skin against mine just now, and as he pulled back, I wanted to hold him back. I curled my fingers into a fist beside me to stop myself from reaching him. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I knew it was best I stayed far away from this man as possible.

           

           I found myself putting meaning to what he said. 

           When he said he wasn't going to touch me yet because I wasn't fit after the accident, what did he mean by that? 

           

           Before my eyes, two of his men steps out from behind him.

           

           Samuel grins sinisterly and said to them "take her. I'm about to show her a very good night."

           

           Before I could protest, I was being lifted from the ground and yanked over a broad shoulder. And lead back the way that I came.