Sin With Me; One Night with the Bully

Two Way Mirrors

I woke up to the soft clicking of the door, and I turned, my brows furrowed. The sun was filtering in through the drapes, and my eyes fluttered open slowly. I gave a small sigh as I turned on my back, then slowly to the right.

I suddenly hit something warm, and my brows furrowed even more, my chest slightly heaving. My eyes opened slowly only to meet the edge of neatly folded clothes.

I slowly moved, sitting up on the bed, my eyes falling on the foreign clothes. It seemed like a pair of overalls, and when I moved it, there was a white T-shirt under it.

I moved the shirt, and under it was a note and a long stem of rose. I immediately pulled the rose to me, a smile lighting me up. The note was folded, and I opened it, my eyes squinting lightly.

"Good morning, Roxanne. I hope you had a good night. Breakfast is set on the table, and a hot lavendar bath for you. These clothes are for our little date later, and I will be back in two hours as I have a few things to sort out at the company. Do me a favour and let me come back to you in exactly one piece."

My smile widened, and with a sigh, I got out of bed, stretching a little. I made my way towards the bath, and sure enough, a steamy lavendar bath had been prepared for me.

Dropping what I was wearing on the bathroom floor, I slowly dipped into the bathtub, my eyes closing as I leaned my head back, my finhers gripping unto the edges.

Ellinel.

She was still all I could think of. Besides Florian's confession. Besides everything that seemed to keep spiralling out of my control. Ellinel. She was that piece in a puzzle that just didn't make sense.

If Florian was as close to Ellinel as Ronan implied, to the extent that he would hurt people because of her despite the fact that she was dead, why did I never hear of her?

Why did Florian keep her away? How did she die? I knew how Florian's parents died, and I was almost sure they had been with only Florian in that car. There was never any mention of any other girl.

I turned to the robe that was hanging on the edge of the hanger. An idea slowly formed in my mind. It was very far from anything I have ever done before, and to be honest, I knew I had lived my life just spinelessly letting things pass me by.

Right now. However... maybe it was the broken trust. Maybe it was how Florian was this far-fetched dream that I seem to finally be getting, and I would have for it to end like Damien.

I grabbed the robe and wrapped it around myself. Florian wasn't around anyway, and the maids always did their best to stay out of sight, like Florian wanted the service they offered without the commitment of another person in his home.

I mean, it was fair.

I walked out of the room, my hair falling down behind me in wet strands, my untrained feet navigating the massive house.

I stopped in the middle of the balcony, having absolutely zero idea about where Florian's study was. His room was on the right, and I slowly made my way towards the room.

I stopped in front of the door, then closed my eyes for a long minute before I turned the knob. It was open.

I pushed the door and walked in, then closed the door behind me, slightly leaning on it. The room was extremely clean, and it held Florian's deep scent in it.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for. Maybe something that would point me towards Ellinel. Towards understanding what role she played in all of this, and why she popped out of nowhere now.

I checked the drawer, the closet. And everywhere. There wasn't much in there. I checked the walk-in closet one more time, and still nothing.

It made sense that there wasn't much. He had said that this place was just for me. He never used it before this either. This place probably wouldn't be the right place to keep anything personal.

I started to walk out of the closet when I mistakenly pushed one of the diffusers to the floor. It wasn't glass luckily, and I immediately went on my knees to pick it up.

My brows furrowed, however, when I noticed the reflection of my fingers as I picked up the diffuser. I froze for a minute, my lips parting as I observed the glass on the floor.

It looked normal, and it was what bothered me even more. Slowly, I put my right index finger to the floor. There wasn't a gap between my reflection and my finger.

Two-way mirror. It was a two-way mirror.

I felt my heart skip a beat, my chest heaving as I observed the glass even more. It was no doubt a two-way mirror. Why would Florian have a two-way mirror on the floor when it was supposed to serve as a window so another person could observe through a seemingly harmless glass?

Could there be.. something down there?

I started to move, my hand balling into fists as I softly hit the glass to see if there was any sort of hollow way. Sure enough, the sound was hollow, like there was something down there.

I started to look for loose edges, my heart beating loudly in my ears, enough to stop me from hearing the voice of reason or anything at all.

I stuck my nails around the edges, but there was nothing. There was definitely a way to go about it. One that probably only Florian knew. It made me nervous about what could be inside this place. What could be down there.

Suddenly, my nail sunk into an edge, and my eyes widened as I immediately focused on the place. My nails hurt, but I would die before not knowing, and I was prepared to.

I had just started to pull it up when the door suddenly opened.