Amelia

I remained stiff in that same position for some time. Holding the blanket tightly in my hands, I looked around. The room was a beautiful champagne color with gold details and white furniture. The window was large with draperies made of expensive material that let a huge amount of light into the room. Contrary to the situation I was in, the room exuded peace and tranquility.

Taking a deep sigh, I slowly got off the bed, feeling weakness in my body. A deafening noise echoed through my head, threatening that this throbbing pain would overwhelm me.

The clothes I was wearing constricted and suffocated me, they were smeared from the fall and damp. I stretched the material that clung to my body like a leech with my weak fingers. His clothes were neatly folded on the dresser.

I went and picked them up. Gray hoodie and trousers. His. They seemed huge, but they were soft to the touch and smelled wonderful. I brought them to my face and closed my eyes while the soothing scent of fabric softener wafted through my nostrils, reminding me of him.

I had the feeling that Sebastian was standing next to me, and I suddenly wanted to hug him and be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace

I didn't understand what I was feeling. My head told me to stay away from him, but some feelings that began to swell in me defied all the laws of reason and constantly craved his proximity.

Memories of our almost kiss began to invade my mind. I wonder what would have happened if Gabriel hadn't come in. Would Sebastian really go all the way and kiss me or was it another one of his bait to play with my head?

Those thoughts were soon dispelled by the sound of the gunshot that still reverberated through my whole body. A painful and cold shiver rumbled through my body, leaving me numb. My breath was getting shallower and heavier. Was that bullet really meant for him?

The faded sounds of old, almost forgotten gunshots began to rise to the surface of my consciousness, still alive although buried deep, deep within me. Shots that didn't even graze me but left their painful scars on my memory.

I quickly blinked a few times dispelling my demons, grabbing his things and opening the door to the attached bathroom. I took off all my things that were now lying on the bathroom floor and got under the shower.

The hot water quickly created a cloud of steam around me as the stream rushed down my body, stripping away every layer of thoughts that were swarming inside me and carrying them down the drain.

After I finished, I wrapped my hair in a towel and dried my body. Looking at the things he left me, I became aware that I had no underwear. I pulled on his sweatshirt that reached almost to my knees. I gave up on the troisers after it continued to slide down my legs even after several folds, leaving it on the dresser.

The loud roar of my stomach reminded me of the growing hunger that was taking over me. I dried my hair with a towel and left the room somewhat uncertainly. In front of me was a long hallway with a couple of doors and a staircase at the bottom. Looking around, I thought that one of these rooms was his.

I went down the stairs, while the view of the lower floor of the house opened in front of me.

His home was modern with many abstract paintings on the walls, which I really liked. I paused looking at each of them. Silence echoed through the house, giving me the impression that I was alone in this fortress. My current prison.

Looking for the kitchen, I found myself in the living room. In the middle of the room was a huge fireplace from which the playful flames of the fire flared and their crackling sound broke the silence of the rest of the house.

In front of the fireplace was a couch with two armchairs. Only then did I notice the silhouette of a man sitting there.

It was Sebastian, deep in his thoughts, looking at some papers in his hands.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled, giving the impression that he had run his fingers through it a hundred times. His face looked tired, but still enchanting and ravishing.

I went around the couch and sat on the opposite side watching him. He didn't even turn around, totally ignoring my presence.

When I saw that even after a few minutes he was not willing for any interaction, I cleared my throat.

"When can I go home?"

Not sparing me a single glance, he spoke to me further, still looking the papers in front of him.

"I told you. When I'm sure you're safe."

He said without any emotion and in a flat tone. Knowing that I could not win this battle, I sighed and told him.

"At least let me go get my things."

"No. You will not step foot out of this property until my men have investigated everything. Don't even think going back to work. You will take days off."

A silent restlessness began to take hold of me when I heard his words that he would investigate everything. I hope he won't go that deep, but I was reassured by the fact that any connection with William was well hidden. And William took care of it, at my request.

"Okay, I'll call Gabriel later."

I answered him, knowing in advance that he would not let me go to work.

"You will not tell anyone where you are. No one. Not even Gabriel. Is that clear to you?"

He said threatening still not looking at me. His voice and overall demeanor was somehow hostile and angry. I felt uncomfortable and a bit scared. I didn't want to get into a conflict with him this time.

"I won't tell anyone. But I have to get my things. I don't have anything. Apart from this sweatshirt, I don't have anything on me right n. . ."

I started to speak, complaining and stretching the material with my fingers, when it suddenly hit me what I had just said. I suddenly became aware that I was sitting next to him in nothing but his hoodie. No bra. No panties.

At that moment, Sebastian suddenly turned his head towards me, becoming fully aware of my presence.

His gaze was agonizing. His eyes were merciless on my skin. Slowly and painfully he lowered his dark gaze down my body, from my wet hair and lips to my bare legs.

His grip on the pages grew stronger and the screeching sound of scraping paper began to mingle with the crackling of the fire.

The light from the fireplace fell on the side of his face, illuminating his sharp features and a fatal look that shone from his eyes.

I started fidgeting nervously in place, feeling nervous, while a feeling of anticipation and desire was building further south below my navel.

I licked my lips, biting my lower lip,  and pulling my legs together.
He was well aware of this and returned his gaze to my eyes, looking at me without a word.

It made me even more nervous and made my heart pound loudly against my chest. I started to feel wetness between my thighs. I started to imagine him in explicit situations and I wondered what his touch would do to me, giving the fact that he was capable of making me aroused by just looking me like I was his little prey and he my wild animal.

He looked like he was fighting his thoughts. Suddenly he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. For the umpteenth time seemingly.

"The bag with your things is next to that armchair. Irene picked out everything in your size. The kitchen is over there, you must be hungry."

He motioned to me and before he left the room, he stopped and without turning to me said in a low and husky voice.

"Next time you want to walk around without panties, think twice. Because I certainly won't."

He said it more like a promise than a threat.

This tension between us was devastating. I found it harder and harder to control myself in his presence, and it seemed that it wasn't any easier for him either, even though he was hell-bent on resisting every dirty little thought about me.

I glanced at the armchair and actually found the bag placed next to it.

Who is Irene? Isn't she his girlfriend? I shook my head. I don't believe he would oblige his girlfriend to buy other women things and underwear. What woman would allow her boyfriend to bring someone to his house. Yet again. . . You never know. What if he doesn't want anything to do with me, because actually he already has someone.

That thought haunted me more than I wanted to admit to myself.

As I moved towards the kitchen, chills began to take over my body. Cold sweat started to drip all over my forhead. I was a bit cold.

When I found the dining room, I saw that a plate with food was already placed on the table. For me. I started to feel weak but a slight smile escaped my face.

Although I was very hungry, after a few bites I felt full. My eyes started to close and I got up from the table, moving towards the room where I was staying.

Not even having the strength to change my clothes, I threw myself on the bed, slowly falling asleep.