Sin With Me; One Night with the Bully

Pretty Little Secrets

I immediately sprang away from the glass tile, noticing in that split second right before the door opened, how it came up, and offered a glimpse of a room down below.

I looked up as the door finally opened, and a maid stepped in. Her eyes met mine, and her brows immediately furrowed in confusion.

For a long minute, we both just stared at each other, neither of us quite finding the words to address the other with, yet knowing we would eventually have to.

"Uhmm.." I said, moving slowly. "I was... looking for Florian."

She gave a small smile. "Yes, ma'am. Sir Florian left a while ago, and I am here to discard his used clothes. "

I nodded. "Yeah, sure. Please, go on."

She gave me a look, but her mechanical smile didn't falter. She walked down towards a rack, took out a few clothes, and walked away with a respectful nod towards me.

Once the door closed again, I let out a small sigh of relief, my hand on my chest, my body lightly shivering. That was so f*****g close and I couldn't imagine if that was Florian.

I quickly went down on my knees again, concentrating on that one tile. I started to pull it, and I could see dim lights underneath. I pulled as hard as I could, but that one slit was the farthest it was letting me go.

I started to look for something, once hand holding up the tile, when suddenly, I heard a whirring sound. The tile slowly moved away from my hand and gradually moved to open up.

I moved away as three other tiles moved along with it, opening a sizeable door that would lead downstairs.

My breath hitched as I looked down to the oblivion right in front of me. What if I didn't like what I saw? What if... Florian was right to keep this place so well hidden? What if...

I shook my head. I knew myself. It will stick to my mind, and it will keep bothering me every single day.

Taking a leap of faith, I stepped on the first stair leading downstairs, then another and another till I was somewhere in the middle.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and I could hardly breathe. I pushed myself to go further and further, till my feet finally touched the ground. I looked up, and sure enough, I could see whatever was happening up in the dressing room.

The lights were far too dim for me to see anything, and I manoeuvred my way to the first wall, looking around for light. Sure enough, I touched a switch, and the lights turned on. Only thing was, the tiles simultaneously closed too, leaving me closed off inside this room I was yet to understand or explore.

I swallowed down the lump of fear that rose up to my throat, and I turned to the room. It was small, and there was close to nothing. Just a mini bar on the outside and a door.

I, without question, walked towards the door and opened it, poking my head in. It was dark too, and I reached my hand for the walls. A switch was right there, and I turned it on. The lights were far brighter than the ones outside, and I had to close my eyes for a bit so they could adjust to the sudden brightness.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and my heart dropped right to my stomach. I turned around, walking slowly into the room, my eyes wide with surprise.

I was standing in the middle of a room that held pictures of... me. The walls carried pictures, so many of them. Me from high school, me with Damien, me laughing, eating, hell, there was one with me catching a sneeze.

It felt like I was watching my life in pictures in this room, the memories passing by faster than I could stop to catch them, my heart beating wildly.

I walked towards the largest wall, the one that held the giant portrait of me. It was a picture from a part of my life that I couldn't even remember, but from the hairstyles and lack of braces, I could tell it was probably during college.

I had my cat in my hands, my lips parted in a bog smile, my hair falling in front of my face. I had to give that cat away because Damien insisted I was giving more attention to the cat, and he layer admitted he was allergic.

Do I believe the allergy now? I don't think so.

Seeing the cat brought back memories and wonder. How did Florian get all of these pictures? How did he ever manage to put all of these together?

Right below that was the photo of me when I had tried on that rose bikini, and Ronan had called me fat. He had talked about it just yesterday, too. Turns out he even has a picture of me in it.

Right on the corner was a very small writing, and I leaned further, my eyes squinting.

It simply said, "Divine."

I pulled away, my heart pounding in my chest. My emotions were all over the place, and I couldn't help but feel... conflicted.

I had underestimated Florian when he had said it was obsession. Not just as crush. Not love. This was obsession, and I... I was in the middle of it.

Did it make me want to run the opposite way and never look back? Yes. Did it make me want to strip naked and watch Florian worship me? Yes. Did it make me scared of the things he could do? Yes. Did it make me marvel at how far he could go for me? Yes.

I was feeling everything at once. Extreme desire, extreme fear, lust, confusion, shock. It was all in there, and I couldn't bring myself to focus.

I looked around the pictures, and sure enough, he didn't have any of me naked from our one night stand. In fact, he didn't have any of me from the past year when I was getting ready to marry Damien.

It felt like he let me go in that moment, like he was preparing to live with the memories.

There was a smaller door, and this time, I didn't know if I should go in there. Being in here already felt so wrong, and I wonder what he would have in there that he wouldn't have here.

Yet, my curiosity got the better of me, and I stalked towards the room, my heart beat wild.

I turned the knob and slowly opened it. I stopped, however, my brows furrowing. I could hear slight movements somewhere, and I let my mind entertain the thought of Florian being in here all this while, just waiting for me to explain why I was down here in the first place.

I reached for the wall and turned on the lights. This room was much larger than the one outside and had a large playground that was designed for... cats. A playground, cat food, a massive cat bed, a fluffy couch...

Does Florian have a cat? I thought he was...

I walked slowly around, but there was nothing in sight. I went on my knees, right under the playground, and staring right back at me were a big pair of familiar blue eyes.

I felt my heart immediately sink to my stomach as Dave, my beautiful blue eyes cat from back then, now a whole lot fatter and apparently very well groomed, stared back at me.

I turned around, putting the pieces in place. Florian was dangerously allergic to cat fur.