(For Loony_Mystique_07 ❤️)

Kiara

This has to be one of the biggest hotels I've ever seen in my life. Even during the days I lived with my rich snobby parents, I never had one opportunity to see something like this. It's located in the heart of the city, and in one of the biggest estates whose owner is none other than birdbrain himself. The area's quite luxurious to say the least and I would've given it a complement but I will never do that in his presence.

He brought me to one of his properties so It would be more of a prison for me and the only way out would be to go to his house with his driver who according to him wouldn't wait a minute.

Which is why this is the first time I'm up and ready by seven twenty-nine in the morning and dressed in something no one would expect me to wear. A suit, a tight god-forsaken suit and it barely reached my knees. I considered taking it off more than twice cause suits aren't my thing and they never will. I also considered the time it would take me to change into something else, especially now that I have none of my clothes here. Plus, for the sake of the social media carrying around my name, my new celebrity life, and my parents' unresponded messages, this would have to do.

The driver came exactly seven-thirty, not a minute late. I guess David already threatened him with his life, the poor man couldn't even take a minute for himself.

"Good morning Miss Sky, you'll be meeting Mr Russell by his beach house today, there are a few changes in plans"

I don't care what those plans were, I've never been to a beach house before, so I could as well take this opportunity. I may not be with the people I love or on a yacht with a group of friends but this will have to do. I'd only ever seen it in movies and checked prices of reservations on the days my hopes went over the top. The only thing that made this less favorable is that I would be wearing a suit and heels to the beach.

Damn you David.

"Um, can I have a moment to change my clothes? This isn't beach-friendly"

"I'm sorry Miss but Mr Russel likes his staff looking professional"

Of course, he did cause that's what weird people do. How in the world would anyone be so stuck up and want everyone around him to be a replica? He better be on a suit too cause he's going to be answering questions if he doesn't have at least a shirt and pants on.

I let out a huff and sank back in my seat. The little glint of happiness I had I was stomped on but I wouldn't let this ruin my day. He had the money to get a beach house, he should have just enough to get his alleged girlfriend something suitable for the beach. Still, the man in question is one to stand on his decisions and I don't have anything to make him do what I want.

Only if I persuade and there's no way I'll go as far as say please to him.

The car pulled up close to the beach and from the tinted window, I saw how quiet the place was. Not the regular beach with girls running around in colorful bikinis or kids building sandcastles. It's almost like the ones you see in tragic movies, something that belonged to a sadist. It doesn't take too much thinking to see there's a strong connection.

Then again, when I got out of the car and looked at the distance, I could see people at the far end. So far, my sweet legs wouldn't carry me there. It's almost as if the other side was for the public and this large area of land was purchased by David McSadiston.

Get it? Cause I said he's a sadist.

Anyways, we made our way in with my heels practically sinking into the sand. It wasn't a long walk and the driver had let me walk in on my own after escorting me to the door.  He left with a small bow and I tried to do the same in return but a small laugh escaped my lips.

Cause I'm not used to being so serious.

The first place I stepped into is the sitting room and I would rate it a 9/10. Could've been a ten but the owner is such a snob. It has wide windows, showing the perfect view of the water and the beautiful morning sun. The sunlight from the windows tore in, making it the perfect spot for an early morning tea. The view added to the beauty of the place and I wonder if he used any of the advantages cause if I had just one chance, I'll make a mark on it.

Back to the point, the place was empty, unexpected cause I thought I would walk into him lamenting about some stupid thing I could have done better. I don't get it though, why would he bring me to a place if he wouldn't be present? This better not be a plan to kill me cause whether or not I have heels on, these sweet legs don't fail me.

"David?" It probably isn't the right thing to do but I walked through the thick curtains of the only doorway I could see. I didn't know him that much but it's just obvious he would be a man that cherish his privacy but I have the weakest patience. I couldn't just sit here staring at nothing, what's the fun in that?

I walked and kept walking, realizing just how big the house is. There were doors beside me, different doors with different words encrypted on them. I couldn't read what they said because there was only little sunlight reaching that part of the house and the only one I'd managed to squint my eyes to see wasn't written in English. Or maybe I just didn't understand the art of cursive writing, I don't know but I couldn't see a thing.

Curiosity pushed me and I kept walking further into the narrow hallway till I heard voices. Not voice, voices and they were all coming from one room. I had an adjacent view and from it, I saw the door was only creaked open a bit and every single person I could see was the opposite gender. They were about three men, older than David Rusell himself. The one in front had almost entirely white hair but he looked like someone that would run a race faster than me. The other one should just be a few years older than David and so did the last but one peculiar thing about all three is how much they looked like men of wealth and influence.

You wouldn't expect David to hang out with someone low class, except in my case of course. I'm probably the only exception but these men, nah. They looked different. Not like you'd see on TV or a magazine front page. They just looked different and the sight of it made me shiver.

Okay, maybe I'm not making the best decision by coming here. That's what I thought before I made my turn to leave but in that moment, I caught a glimpse of David. He stood in front with a hand in the air as if trying to explain something to these men and his voice was loud enough to resound through the hallway but he wasn't speaking English.

I wonder what else I didn't know about the dude, so weird and mysterious. Like a fortune cookie.

He was angry though, that I could tell, and from my perspective, it almost looked as if he was yelling at the other guys. Weird, cause I've never seen him angry before and the best he'd do is to throw snarky comments even after the whole scandal thing started. But then, it's good to remember I didn't know a thing about this man and people like him are not to be trusted.

"Spy!"

The old guy drew every single attention to me and the door opened completely to reveal men, a bunch of men. Not just men, good-looking men, and I looked like someone that just peed my pants.

How in the world could this be happening in a situation like this?

Everyone's eyes were on the only female in the building and the tension brought different thoughts into my head. One that made me think of how much of a waste I would think of my life if it ended at that moment. But still, why did I ignore it all and walk into an important meeting looking like a spy if I didn't want to die?

"No no no no, no spy. Just a staff here. Nice to meet you all, bye!"

I turned to leave, my legs processing faster than my brain. With every step, I kept repeating 'big mistake, big mistake' like a mantra. The heels were no longer the problem, I was walking faster than I would even without them. Call it adrenaline but I've probably never been this fast in my entire life. What stopped my two-second relief was a pull from behind. I felt someone hold on to my clothes and my body followed like a big bag of chips. Thinking it was the old guy who falsely accused me of being a spy, I was prepared to scream my lungs out. Even if I could only find help from people who were far away from the house, too far to hear a scream.

"I swear I'm not a spy! I work at a coffee shop okay, I'm a weak innocent coffee shop girl. All of this shirt and heels stuff, they're all fake, okay? I swear, I don't even own one item I have on. That over-entitled magazine dude made me dress up this way, please don't kill me. I have a sister to take care of a_"

"Will you shut up already?"

"David?"

"I think you mean over-entitled magazine dude"