saved by the bell?

I exhale and brush up my hair a little, finding my way to the ballroom.

I walk into the ballroom and the interior took my already unstable breath away. I gasp.

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit indeed.”

Someone appears In front of me with bodyguards by their side.

“Built it myself.”

I stare confused.

“Hello Diana grace.”

Well shit.

••||••

I stand there utterly dumbfounded, was I scared? Yes, I definitely was. Anyone in my shoes would be if they were sent to seduce and intoxicate someone they haven't even seen before, but that's not the reason my brain shut down the moment I saw him.

The reason is…

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” Mr. Lee teases.

I regain consciousness, I hadn't realized I was staring too much. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.” I apologize.

I mean Sebastian and gun said he was some evil guy who bit off more than he could chew, but bloody hell did they forget to mention that he was young and stunning, I see why he gets away with everything. Not only that, but I wouldn't lay a finger on him if he did something to me.

“It's fine” he chuckles lightly, “I love the attention. And besides, your reaction is undoubtedly how I imagined it to be, miss Grace.”

He takes my hand and pulls me to his side.

His English isn't quite fluent when he speaks, but it's clear enough to understand.

He nods at the guards by his side and they both walk out, leaving the both of us alone.

“Where are they going?” I ask.

“Oh well, they have other things to do rather than be by my side all day. And to be honest, we really won't be needing guests, unless you want a crowd of course.” He winks.

Oh, the horror! He's not even subtle with the fact that he wants to get in my pants. He's so beautiful, but he's a murderer and a fucking rapist too.

“This way”

He leads me to a fleet of stairs leading to God knows where. I silently pray that those boys are watching me right now.

“Why so tense? I don't bite.” He places his hands around my waist. I try as much as possible to relax my muscles.

“I'm fine, just a little bit nervous.” I reply honestly.

We reach the top of the stairs Which leads to a hallway where different doors stand side by side. He takes my hand in his and leads the way, I just follow like a lost puppy, trying not to do anything that would put me.

The com in my ear runs static, then someone's voice speaks out, “stop being all awkward, you'll only make yourself suspicious.”

I glare at the no one in particular and hiss because there's no other way to respond since I'm standing so close to Mr. lee.

The voice speaks again.

“Start up a conversation or something, for God's sake, Santiago.”

“For the love of God….so you mentioned earlier you built this place yourself.”

“Oh yes I did, I studied architecture back in uni.”

“Oh, I didn't know that," I smile.

He stops walking at stares at me confused.

“What?” I ask nervously, do I have something on my face?

He continues staring as if I just said the most foul thing he had ever heard. Finally, he draws out a cigar and lights it, “nothing, I just thought of something.” He replies dryly.

“Shit. He's unto you” the voice panics.

I ignore it. That's definitely not a good way to put me at ease, and besides he can't be so sure.

You're just overreacting. I respond in my head.

We walk for a few more minutes before we finally come to a halt. He stretches his hand out, and I take it, he leads me into a room it's a little dark, so I can't see anything.

The room is freezing, he lets go of my hand and walks away.

I might seem like a big girl/woman who has her life in place, but I am utterly and gravely scared of the dark. I panic.

“Mr. Lee?” It's oddly quite all of a sudden.

I squint my eyes and try to make my way around the cold room, placing my hands against the wall and following it.

The lights finally turn on, and I exhale, well, that wasn't life-threatening or anything.

“Welcome” Mr. Lee walks towards me and grabs me by the waist, “to my comfort room.”

Oh.

The room is awfully large, with two gigantic chandeliers handing from the ceiling. They emit aqua blue lights and swing with every little push of air, it's incredibly beautiful. On the walls are paintings of different sort and random art piece hanging from the walls.

There are only two windows in the room, and may I mention that they are big. You can see the city lights from up here, it's a gorgeous view.

“It's beautiful.” I say my thoughts out loud without noticing.

“I love waking up every morning to this view.” He whispers softly.

I have no idea why he whispered, but it seems weird to not whisper back.

“I would love to see this every morning too.” I whisper back.

He chuckles.

I pout. “What?” I ask, a bit annoyed.

He waves his hands around as his chuckles die down slowly, “nothing, it's just that-- you know when they say people's eye dilate when they see something or someone they love?”

“Yeah” I reply confused.

“That's how your eyes are right now, staring at the view.”

Oh, I mouth.

Sebastian sucks in his teeth from the other side of the com. “Sneaky bastard. Debra, the poison now, we don't have all night.” He commands.

I want to roll my eyes and pull out my middle finger right in front of me because I know they're in one of those buildings watching us, I can sense it.

I mean he doesn't seem so bad to be killed, people change right? Maybe he's changed, no one knows.

I stare at the view one more time. Would a sociopath enjoy staring at city lights?

I can't do this, I won't do this, he could be a changed man for all we know.

I shake my head, staring straight into all and none of the buildings in front of me.

I hear them both groan from the com in my ear. “I can't do it.” I whisper.

“Mr. Lee, can I use-” I come to a halt in my words when I see him standing stark naked In front of me? If people eyes dilate when they see what they love, mine would probably be contracting right now.

Debra Santiago stay calm, stay calm, don't look at him too much, don't look down, do not look down. Don't you fucking look--

“I need to use your bathroom? Please?” I request in a high-pitched voice.

“Oh” his goofy smile drops from his face, “well it's that room right there.” He points towards a door at the other side of the room.

I smile awkwardly and walk as fast as I can away from him.

I get into the toilet and slam the door shut.

“Oh my fucking goshhhhh, oh my gosh!” I breathe out.

“So about the poison?” Gun speaks out.

I nearly jump from how startled I was.

“Yes, I'm doing it and fuck you.” I can already hear the 'I told you so' from his useless tone of speech, fucker.

“When you get in there, you tell him you need a drink, and slip the poison into it. But first take out the poison and put it between your fingers, counsel it as hard as you can. Understood?”

“Yes.” I reply without a single hint of regret. He just traumatized me, I'll never unsee that for the rest of my life.

I take out the poison and place it in between my middle and index finger. If it's two drops to knock him out, I'm putting five, maybe he can get some sense in hell.

“Okay I'm back!” I squeal excitedly,

“And need a drink first.” I giggle.

I take off the first layer from the gown, just to set his mind at ease, and he grins, picking up his boxers from the floor and putting it on. He walks over to the mini bar in the room and retrieves a bottle of rum from the shelf. He lifts it up, signalling if it's okay, I nod.

“Well, I never took you for the type to have sex while drunk.” He says.

“Mmmhhm” I cringe, “you have a lot to know about me.”

I let him pour the drink into our cups first before I distract him.

“Um do you have any ice?”

“Ice?" He questions

“Yeah for the drinks. I need ice, I prefer mine could you know.”

“Okay, not a problem.” He walks over to the mini fridge and grabs a pack of ice. Before he turns around, I have already slipped three drops of the poison into his drink and hid the bottle.

Yes, an extra drop for his sexual needs.

He drops two cubes of ice into my drink and grabs his cup. He holds it over his mouth for a few seconds before he slowly placed it down.

Shit.

“Drink from it first.” He orders.

“What?” I deadpan.

“You don't seem like the grace I know, so to be certain you're not a hired assassin who just poisoned my drink, take a sip from it.” He orders again.

“Debra don't take a sip out of that drink, we'll be right there in a minute.” Sebastian speaks hurriedly.

I definitely can't wait that long, seeing the distance from their current location to ours.

My breathing becomes shallow.

“You have three seconds.”

“What makes you think I'm not grace?” I try to stall.

“When I told you I studied architecture, you said 'you didn't know', when in reality I told grace all about my days in school and what I studied.” His already barely visible eyes narrow into slits.

“It slipped my mind, Lee.” I try to be casual.

He continues staring at me. What if he tells me to mention the things he told me about himself and I don't know what to say? He's going to put a sure bullet into my skull. How do I always end up in these situations?

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off my swiftly grabbing his cup and taking a sip from his poisoned drink.

“You see, I didn't do anything. Stop being so uptight, you're making me uncomfortable.”

“Fuck Debra, you're not supposed to do that! Don't close your eyes, okay?!” Gun yells from the com.

“Well then.” Mr. Lee grabs the cup and chugs it down.

I smile widely. But my smile soon turns upside down when everything becomes hazy. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Debra I can hear your heavy breathing from here. Stay with me, okay, just listen to my voice.” Gun says.

“Shall we then?” Lee walks towards me, totally unfazed.

“I just need a minute to catch my breath, I'm not used to alcohol.” I lie.

“It's fine, I'll carry-” his words get cut in his throat, and he staggers to the side. “Woah, what's going on.” He chuckles, trying to mask his obvious demise.

Just fall already you big bag of shit. I stagger out of my seat.

“What did you do to me? I can't- i-” he starts coughing.

I slowly walk towards the door, to make sure Sebastian and Gun know my exact location. Mr. Lee drags me by my hair and throws me to the table we were just on. I knock over the bottle and glasses on the table, earning some cuts. This piece of shit.

“Just…fucking…fall…already.” I ball my fingers and muster all the strength I have in me, channeling it to my balled fist and collide it with his balls.

He gasps sharply, his eyes going wide, and in a spilled second he's lying face flat on the floor, knocked out.

“Bitchhhhh” I seethe.

I struggle to stand back up, but lose my footing and hit my head against the floorboards.

Everything goes blank from there.