Mr. CEO You Are Dumped

Episode 28

Mr. CEO – You’re Dumped

Chapter 28 – Freedom

Carlin’s P.O.V

The harsh sunlight from the window blinds my eye as I attempt to open them.

I wake up to an unfamiliar environment. A bedroom which clearly isn’t mine and also not my dad’s as those are the only bedrooms I often spend my night when I’m home in the Estate.

I stagger to my feet and look around the bedroom which I find myself in. The walls have a bright gold decoration and the floor made of marble. There was a teddy bear on the bed and a cup of coffee waiting for me on the bed stool.

My mind is still foggy about everything but I know that the very last face that I saw before I passed out was that of my infuriating cousin, Elizabeth.

I search for my phone but I remember Amelia going all Kung Fu panda on me and smashing it in my dad’s office. I began to put the pieces back together and recall why I had even gone to my dad’s office in the first place.

“Is she still unconscious?” a female voice comes from outside the door and a man responds.

“Last time we checked on her, she was down like a baby.”

Hearing the doorknob twist, I rush back to the bed and pretend to be asleep, my left eye barely open enough for me to see who comes into the room.

There’s a brief silence for a moment and whoever it is at the door suddenly stops. Her phone rings and she steps away to take the call, leaving the door unlocked.

I wait a few more minutes after she left and the man that was at the door returns. He walks in to check on me and he finds me sitting on the bed. My legs crossed and my hands on my bosom.

“Where… am I?” I stammer, my face sad and pitiful.

The man wants to leave, but he can’t resist my charm. He walks up to me and places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. His smile is beautiful and makes me almost feel sorry for what I am about to do to him.

“You’re safe Miss. Mondragon.”

He drops his gun on the bed and sits beside me, his eyes hungrily feasting on me. As a model who occasionally show off their body in bikinis for millions of people in the world to behold, I was familiar with men lusting after me but he was being way too weird.

“How long are they planning to keep me here?” I ask him, my tone slightly harsh unlike before.

He smiles. “Long enough for me to have fun.”

Disgusting.

I pull him by the collar and lay him on the bed, placing myself above him and moving my hips slowly. He moans softly and it irritates me but I have to do what I must in other to get out of this place.

“I thought you’d be hard to convince?” he teases and I restrain myself from slapping the smile off his filthy face.

I move my hips and up and down, wiggling and grinding on him. He tries to grab my hips but I slap his hands off gently.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the gun which is now just beside his head. I can’t think of a way to get a hold of it, until a crazy idea comes to my head.

“Do you want to see something crazy?” I ask him and he nods his head like a baby being promised candy.

I swing my blonde hair and quickly tie it into a donut. I lean closer to him and place a kiss on his forehead which I am regret with everything in me.

“You are one horny security guard” I whisper into his ear and quickly grab the gun and point it to his head.

“You wouldn’t dare!” he laughs softly and he is right. I can’t even bring myself to kill a fly, how the hell would I shoot a human being.

I cork the gun and place my hand on the trigger diligently like I have seen in movies and make a show of being ready to bust his head with the bullet if he tried something funny.

“Why don’t you act stupid and maybe you’ll find yourself in hell,” I bluff and he digs it.

With the gun in my hand, I hit him hard on the head and he passes out. I gently stand up from his hard self and make a run for the door, bumping into yet another security guard.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” his voice roars as he grabs my hands and holds them tight.

I panic and yell in fear. “Let me go!”

He chuckles and for a moment I yield to defeat, but the image of Amelia swinging her feet in the air and kicking my phone out of my hand replays in my head and I consider doing it.

I take the first attempt but land roughly on my butt and the guard laughs. He proceeds closer to me and closing my eyes, swinging my feet in the air, I hit him by the nuts and he yells in agony.

This is my chance to escape.

I stand to my feet and dust my dress with my hands. I hear footsteps like that of a heel and I assume it is the lady who had come earlier. I am certain that it is Elizabeth or Amelia and so I quickly race out of the house before she can see me.

The door is locked and I recall seeing the key on the body of the second guard I had taken out.

It’s a big risk, but I take it. I dash back to the place where the second is still lying on the floor, in pains and fear overwhelms him on seeing me.

I grab the keys from his pocket and run back to the door, struggling to fit the key into the lock and when it finally does, a familiar voice calls my name from behind.

“Carlin!”

I turn gently to face my abductor, hoping to see my cousin or Amelia but I find someone else, a ghost of you ask me and I panic.

“You’re supposed to be dead” I mumble and I hear a click on the door.

I dash out of the building and my eyes pop open in my dad’s bedroom.

My head is heavy and my eyes swollen. I am in state of confusion and my dad’s face staring at me is a definition of worry and anxiety.

Everything finally makes sense to me and I whisper under my breath.

“It was dream.”