Ah my beautiful readers! How are you all?

Okay so quick shout-out to my friend Aakriti Pathak and her story 'Creatures of Dusk'. If you are a sucker for Paranormal mystery then her story is the one. Stop by and shower her with some love!

PS. she's head over heels for Mister Ambrosia *squeaks*

Okay back to the chapter, we have Miss Lucrecia waiting for us.

I hope you like this chapter

Happy reading!

Xo

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"Arghh" I groaned, "I hate this.. my head is going to blast"

I absolutely despise hangovers and the fact that I am dealing with one at this instance isn't helping me. I wasn't the one with drinking problems, but whenever my walls break, I let myself drown in  the waves of alcohol. It helps me stay calm despite of the circus that goes around me. And yesterday I had two reasons to get drunk... firstly it was Harvey's birthday... I know I know, I didn't tell you guys about that, but in and all this getaway was partially influenced by that. I mean I wanted to get away from the annoying nincompoop Ezra but also I wanted to be there for my best friend and make it special. And like the best-friends we are, Noemy and I made it seemed like we need vacationing and let Harvey arrange everything. After that we took things in our  own hands and threw the biggest party for her in the Cosmopolitan Hotel.  And secondly, I wanted time to thing about the contract situation. I don't actually remember how many drinks I had, but all I remember is having fun and being carefree. I danced and danced until I lost the senses of my surroundings.

The morning sun was shining brightly and peek my eyes open slightly and take in my surroundings. I look over and see a very unfamiliar room. It was quite bigger than mine but was equally beautiful. The bed was the comfiest of all with its white satin sheets and the fluffiest of all pillows. Beside me was a bedside table which had some Advil and juice placed on it. I took the pills in my hand and swallowed  them in one go.

"I hate this" I murmured specifically to no one in particular

"You shouldn't have done it in first place if that makes you regret"

I look up to the owner of the voice and... there he was, in his half naked glory... Mister Ambrosia. He was casually sitting in the corner of the room on one of the lounge sofas, sipping his drink. Isn't it too early to drink whiskey?   He sat there in his navy dress pants and a white shirt that was completely undone, giving me a perfect view of his perfectly inked craved abs. He had that drool worthy body like a Greek god. And with his messy hairs to top everything, made him seem like a Vogue model. If only he didn't have that struck up attitude, I would have played my chances with him. Funny, he is still yours in the end.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Is that how you wish your fiance now darling?", saying he sips up his drink looking straight in my eyes.

Feeling self conscious, I try covering my body with the sheets when I realize that I am not in my dress that I wore to the club. But instead I am in one of the men shirts with nothing but my red lacy underwear.

"What the..? Did we?" I pull the blankets up till my head

"As much as you want to taste this" he motions over his body, "no we did not. I can't take an advantage of you in that state"

"Oh", I tried recalling the events of the night before but couldn't remember anything beside getting senselessly drunk. "What a gentleman you are" I said sarcastically.

My thoughts drifted back to Harry and Nans, they surely would've been worried about my sudden disappearance, "Did you kidnap me?"

On hearing this, he began laughing. "What is the need for me to kidnap my wife?"

"I am NOT your wife"

"yet" he smirked at me

"Where am I?"

"My hotel"

"Where's my phone?!" I began searching for it, "Where did you keep my belongings you kidnapper!"

"Keep your voice down darling and as for your friends, they're just one floor below ours"

"Oka... wait. La Patrian is yours?"

He says nothing apart from nodding at me.

Fuck. Harry should've taken a look on details before booking everything. No wonder how he found out about me being here in Vegas.

As if hearing my thoughts, he stood up and started walking towards me. My heart was beating really fast, I don't know what was going on in his mind but I'm pretty sure it won't end good. He came closer to me and pulled off the blanket that was previously covering my body. I felt heat rising up to my cheeks,

"What the hell Ezra?!"

"SHUT UP!" he looked so angry that it almost frightened me.

He wrapped his right hand around my neck and got a hold of my hairs by his left one and wanked my head up to making me look at him, "Do not fucking try to act so innocent. Now tell me how did you get this cut?" he said eyeing the scar on my left inner thigh. I recall getting wounded by the guy who I accidentally bumped into the night we went spray painting but I knew it won't be any good to tell Ezra about this; which is why I kept quite.

"I don't kno..."

He gripped my neck a little tightly, "Ha! how stupid I am to ask you this question? Of-course you wouldn't remember because you were busy whoring yourself out there"

"I. did. not. whore. myself. to. anyone" how can he think about me like this?

"Oh is it now darling? then where is your ring? I thought you had some dignity in you but I guess you all are the same..." he smirked.

Having enough of this, "shut the..." I pushed him away with my leg and grabbed the lamp that was on the side table "fuck up!" and threw at him. Luckily he dodged it.

"You bitch!"

Just when he came towards me with rage filling his eyes, I got up from the bed and punched him in the nose. Without wasting any time, Ezra lunged at me throwing punches in my way and I did the same in return. It was all my built up frustration that was making me feel angry towards him. I kicked and dodged and he did the same in return. We both received equal amount of punches on our faces but that didn't stop us. He turned into a complete different person, and his eyes showcased some completely different emotion... they were filled with anger and ultimate frustration as if he was disgusted by me. I was so lost in the emotion of his eyes, that I did not see him pull out a gun.

Everything happened so fast that it took me a while to realize, but until then, he squared me towards the corner of the room, pinning me to the wall with his gun placed on the gape of my neck.

"Should I just blow your brains out for disobeying me or appreciate your fighting skills?" he whispered in my ear

"Who are you?" I said confidently but on inside I was shaking with fear.  Who was this man? and what does he wants from me?

He smirks, and lowers the gun, "You'll know soon" saying he backs way from me.

I breathe out the air I didn't knew I was holding when he said, "Go get ready, breakfast will be here soon"

I stare at him not believing if I heard him correctly. At one moment he had his gun pointing at me and then suddenly he starts caring for my breakfast?  this man clearly has issues.

"Don't fucking stand like that. Just go and do your thing. You have time until 4pm to tell your friends that we're leaving soon and prepare yourself for the press conference"

"Press conference? what for?"

"We'll be announcing our engagement and will be leaving for the states soon after"

"I..."

"Mind well Lucrecia..." he steps closer to me, "If I see you pull out any other stunt then I won't hesitate twice before killing you and your family straight in their heads. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded; when the bell rang. He proceeded towards the door and brought in the breakfast tray. He eyed me, "There are clothes lined up for you in the wardrobe and everything you need is taken care of. I just expect you to obey me and do what you are told. Any smartness from your side would result in serious consequences. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes" I mumbled

"Good now eat this. I have a few things that calls for my attention"

He takes a step towards me and places kiss on my forehead, "I won't be long" saying he leaves me alone with my thoughts.

I. am. in. deep. trouble.

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there you have it guys. What do you think about this chapter?

There's a serious love-hate relationship going on here.

What are your thoughts on Ezra's bipolar behavior? he is holding something against Lucrecia or he hates women in general?

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Xo