He Is Mine

Chapter 5

I'm left scowling behind him. I can't believe that I'm actually here, in this stranger's house. It doesn't matter that I was practically kidnapped; I made it possible.

I didn't resist much; did I now? And what surprises me most is the fact that I'm not even scared. I am just fine.

I remember my friends and I quickly take my phone out of my clutch bag, which is still hanging from my shoulder.

I curse when I realize that I have nine missed calls and plenty of text messages.

A new message pops on the screen.

It's Patricia.

*I swear I'll call the police if you don't answer the next call*

Oh my God! They are worried about me. I should have called her sooner.

Right on cue, her call comes through. I answer it immediately.

"Tee..."

"Where are you?" Her voice is breaking, laced with concern and mad rage.

"I'm fine baby girl."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm okay, really."

She immediately snaps back to her real self.

"Why on earth weren't you answering calls huh? I almost went mad! Why the f**k would you.."

"Easy girl. I know you are mad at me and I'm sorry. I should have called sooner."

"Damn right. I was losing it over here. Those muscled mother fuckers wouldn't let anyone leave the club for a freaking thirty minutes after you left."

"I know you were worried about me..."

"Worried about you? f*****g understatement! I was going crazy, freaking out thinking you were kidnapped or something. Wait, where are you right now?"

"I have no idea."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious Tee."

"Are you alone?"

"In the bedroom, yes."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I shrug, forgetting that she can't see me.

"It's a big house. There ought to be more people...'

"What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing, trust me. I have no idea why I'm here right now. He said he wants to talk to me."

"Who?"

I think for a millisecond. I don't think it's wise to mention the billionaire thing. She'll surely call the police.

"Just some guy. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Deal?"

"No deal. I want to be really sure that you are okay. Otherwise I won't get any sleep."

"I'm fine. Now take your drunk ass to bed."

She snorts. "Whatever. You better come back in one piece."

I roll my eyes.

"Okay mama."

I hear her chuckle before she hangs up.

Someone knocks on the door.

"Come in." I call before I sit on the all white four poster bed.

A middle aged woman comes in bearing a tray. She gives me a polite smile.

"I brought you ice cubes and a cloth ma'am. Can I see the bruise please?".

"I'll take care of it, and please just call me Mia."

She nods, "Okay ma'am."

"Mia.." I repeat while fighting a frown. Ma'am? Really?

"After how long should I come for the tray?"

"Can't I bring it downstairs?"

She laughs nervously.

"No please. I'd rather come for it."

"Okay then. Come after twenty minutes."

"Okay Ma'am."

"It's Mia"

She nods and leaves.

Really now? This is so confusing. If Patricia was in my shoes right now, she'd probably be laughing her ass off.

I wrap some cubes in the cloth then hold it over the smarting pink bruise. I grit my teeth when the cold forms goosebumps on my skin and I curse the irrational guard yet again for nearly breaking my arm.

What was his name again?.

My phone chimes and I open the text message.

*I'm so drunk man. I'm only seeing black and white.*

I smile while shaking my head. This is so me. Seems like my best friend is taking after me.

*Where are you? You OK?*

*Justin's taking me home*

*He better be careful or else I'm kicking his ass so hard*

She replies with the winking emoji followed by..

*I know. Gurl you're my bad b***h*

I start laughing before an idea clicks into my head.

"What's your crush's name again? That guy from the magazine cover?*

*Seth Jordan.*

Mmh. Sexy name for a sexy guy.

I click the Google app then type 'Seth Jordan' on the search engine. The results load in a millisecond.

I stare at my phone's screen and fight the urge to scream.

Wow, just wow.

The guy is a public figure and there are photos of him all over the internet in different occasions and summits.

Hot photos.

I go through all the information that the internet has on him. It's not much but at the end of it, my head is reeling. I'm more confused than before.

How does he know me?

What does he want from me?

Why am I even here?

The maid comes for the tray and she gives me a nervous smile when I wish her goodnight.

Seems like she is not into nice people.

I switch off my phone before I curl into bed. I stay awake for the better part of the night but nothing significant happens.

I have no idea what I expected to happen; maybe someone rushing into the room pointing a gun at my face.

When I eventually fall asleep with the lights blazing in the bedroom, the haunting nightmares begin. In this one, my step dad r***s me in a strange room with fiery lights and creepy shadows.

***

Light is streaming into the room when I open my eyes and it takes a moment to realize that the curtains have been drawn. I'm sweating profusely and I'm still shaking from the tormenting incubus.

I glance at the wall clock; it's almost nine the morning. I sit up in bed and I'm shocked when I find the same woman from last night seated on the only chair in the room.

She stands up when she realizes I'm awake.

"Good morning ma'am?"

Here we go again.

"Would you please just call me Mia?" I ask politely.

"I'd rather just call you ma'am."

I shrug in defeat. I'd rather she didn't call me at all. Ma'am is really not the title for me. I'm like a slave in here.

"So what's your name?" I ask, cracking a reassuring smile. She looks so nervous!

"Anna."

"How long have you been sitting there?"

"A few minutes. I ran a bath for you and laid out your clothes. The bathroom is right there. I'll be waiting for you here."

"Do you have to?"

"It's an order."

The soap smells like fuchsia and peaches and I take my time in the bath tub. The water soothes my skin and I close my eyes, trying to get the terrifying dream from my head. This is just the story of my life.

Daily nightmares, same cast, different setups.

I quickly climb out of it when I recall that Anna is waiting.

It feels totally weird to be waited on but then what can a woman do?

I wrap the soft towel around myself before I walk back into the bedroom.

"Will you excuse me?" I ask Anna and she shakes her head.

"I should help you dress.".

"What?"

"Mr Jordan expects me to make sure that you look good."

I roll my eyes to infinity. This is so suffocating. I can dress myself for crying out loud. What does he take me for any way? A pet?

"Tell Mr Jordan that I got this. I can dress myself."

"Please ma'am, I need this job."

Urrgh. Seems like I don't have a choice.

I wear the knee length blue skater dress and silver colored high heeled sandals which fit me perfectly. I've already figured out that my billionaire ass kidnapper is very thorough so I'm not even surprised. I pretend that he's not some weird stalker because I really don't want to start imagining how he figured out my size.

Anna blowdrys my hair then puts it in a high ponytail after curling the ends. She leaves the short tendrils at the front untamed. She insists that I have to wear make-up since my face is a total mess and I only oblige for the sake of her keeping her job.

I hate being told what to do.

She grins nervously once she's done. I guess she likes what she sees.

"Come with me. Mr Jordan is waiting for you."

I follow her out into the corridor and we walk down the stairs to the ground floor. We walk down another corridor on the first floor then she knocks on a heavy mahogany door.

"Come in." The lazy deep drawl from inside the office is already familiar. My stomach tightens instantly.

She opens the door and we walk into the spacious office. It's so ostentatiously furnished I want to roll my eyes so bad. Talk of extravagance.

"Anna, you can go now." He dismisses her and she walks out hastily.

My heart is thudding against my ribs. I'll never tire of staring at him. He is a phenomenon; a dark eyed Greek god.

"Come here." He commands and I take a step towards him.

"What the heck is this?" He snaps, pointing at his desk with his chin.

I follow his eyes and I gasp when I see it.

The damn pregnancy kit is on his desk, the prominent blue colour announcing that I'm very pregnant.