CHAPTER: 03 Delvin Aoi.
1680 Words
REINA
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"Wait a moment, you walk so fast!" I complained, frustrated by the giant strides of this man. How long are his legs, anyway?
My knees are already aching, and I'm almost tempted to just roll on the pavement to catch up with his brisk pace.
"I'm offering you help, and you're not interested," he replied, stopping in his tracks. He looked at me, his face clearly irritated by my constant complaints.
I've been following him for a while now, bombarding him with my rants.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know you. I'm just scared," I answered, unable to hold back tears. Once again, my fear takes over. I quickly wiped away the tears on my cheeks, but my eyes refused to stop crying.
Now that everything that happened is sinking in, I feel a numbness sensation in my knees and throughout my body. I can't get used to this, no matter how many times I go through it. I'm still traumatized.
"It's fine. You can trust me," he reassured, patting my head. He's so tall; I barely reach his chest, and his chest is so broad that it almost bursts out of his T-shirt.
"If you don't want me to carry you, are you okay with a piggyback ride?" he asked, turning away from me. He knelt in front of me, and I could see how wide his back was.
"Hop on. I'll carry you because my house is still a bit far from here. If you don't want to get tired or lose more blood, it's better to ride on my back." I didn't know if he was ordering me or scaring me with his words, but I had no choice. He was right; I was already weak because of the large wound on my knee.
I feel like my wound is going to scar! I don't want that!
"Then... thanks," I replied hesitantly, climbing onto his back. I could feel his large hand on my thigh and my chest pressing against his back.
"Ow, has anyone told you that your melons are so soft?" he asked me as if it were a normal topic. My face immediately turned red, and I smacked him on the shoulder.
"Are you a pervert? Put me down!" This guy is such a pervert; he even noticed that!
"Hahaha, it's a compliment. Don't worry; I'm not a perv," he replied. But how can I trust a guy I just met?
I hesitated to go to his house. What if he's the boss of those who kidnapped me? What if this is a setup, or worse, what if he's a serial killer like Jeffrey Dahmer?
"Hey, do you have your phone with you? Can you call your family or friends? Who will pick you up?" he asked, dispelling my doubts about him.
"Aren't you going to kill me and put me in a drum?" I asked, making him turn to me with a look of disgust on his face.
"What? What are you thinking? Did you hit your head when you jumped out of the car earlier?" he asked, slightly annoyed. If my life didn't depend on this guy, I would have pulled his hair a long time ago.
"Fine, I'll talk to you later. Looks like you need some rest," he said, not saying anything more. I fell silent too, slowly feeling the fatigue and pain in my body. I couldn't help but rest my head on his shoulder as he carried me to his house.
But I'm such a fool! How did I manage to sleep on his shoulder and not notice the way to his house? I didn't even feel him lay me in the bed! And hello! I've even changed into oversized pajamas! My wounds are clean and bandaged, too.
But the question is, who dressed me?
I quickly glanced at my underwear, and thankfully, it was still the one I had on. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I couldn't shake off the nervousness.
I looked around; I was lying on a large king-size bed with a clear window in front of me, offering a view of various plants outside. There's a chandelier in the room, and I could see a big jacuzzi because the partitions in the room are made of mirrors.
"It looks like I'm not in a kidnapper's hideout." I tried to stand up and walked towards the window. It seemed like we were in the middle of the woods, but I could see a lake in the distance. We're still in Goldton, right?
"I need to go home; Daddy or my brother might be worried, and I don't know if Abby is okay." So, I started walking towards the door. When I opened it, the living area revealed itself. As I surveyed the place, I could tell that the guy who helped me was wealthy. Most of his furniture is luxurious, similar to those in a mansion.
"Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?" I turned towards him, holding a ladle and wearing a white apron. I could smell the delicious food he was cooking, making my stomach growl.
Grrummm
We were both surprised when my stomach made a loud noise. I immediately bowed my head in embarrassment while he laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Looks like your kidnappers starved you! Let's eat before the monster inside your stomach devours me," he joked, still laughing as he walked towards me. I blushed even more because of what he said.
Ugh! Why is my stomach so loud?
I couldn't say anything, so I just sat down at the table. He placed a plate with chicken and veggies in front of me; it smelled so good, making my mouth water. But then, I remembered what my sensei taught me - not to eat food from someone I don't know or have just met.
"What? Dig in," he said as I stared at the plate of delicious food. I swallowed, wanting to grab the food right away, but I still couldn't fully trust this guy.
"Tsk, there's no poison in that," he replied, taking a piece of chicken and eating it. He also took some vegetables and chewed while looking at me.
"Do you believe me now?" he arrogantly asked. I awkwardly smiled at him, took the spoon and fork, and tasted his cooking. The chicken practically melted on my tongue due to its deliciousness. I couldn't resist picking up the chicken and biting into it.
"Wooow woah! Slow down. You're not running out of food, hahaha!" I heard him laugh again, seeming to enjoy my reaction.
"Is my cooking that good?" he asked, and I just nodded, unable to speak. He grinned and sat across from me, leaning back in his chair and watching me as I ate.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Is this the first time you've seen a beautiful woman who eats like this?" I asked, irritated, and he chuckled.
"More like the first time I've seen a beautiful woman who eats like a monster," he replied, and I rolled my eyes, focusing on the delicious meal.
"Hey, if you don't mind, may I know your name? So I can instruct Jeremy to get in touch with your family and ensure you get safely escorted home," he replied, adjusting his seating position as he leaned back in his chair.
"Reina," I replied shortly. I hesitated to give my full name; it's hard to trust people now.
"Reina?" he asked, seeming to notice that I didn't want to tell him my full name. He sighed, seemingly understanding.
"Oh right," he said, and he stood up. He walked back to the living room, and I followed him with my eyes, seeing him take something from his drawer. He returned to me and handed me his business card.
"If you still find it hard to trust me, here's my business card," he said, handing it over. Delvin Aoi, model and businessman. Wait, he's a model? And I haven't heard that surname in Gazina before; is he a foreigner?
"If you're not comfortable sharing your name, just give me a family contact number. Someone trustworthy who can pick you up," he added, and he seemed like a good person. Besides, where do you find a handsome kidnapper?
"I forgot my brother Raymon's number, and my phone is missing. So, I have no choice but to seek your help. I'm Reina Morgan," I introduced myself, and I noticed a brief surprise on his face.
"As in Morgan? Are you associated with Ruwel Morgan? Is he your dad, and that's why you were kidnapped?" he asked, and I just nodded, sighing.
"Now I get it," he replied, smiling at me.
"Why are you grinning like that? Don't tell me you have something in mind?" I asked, not liking the smirks he was throwing my way.
"Hahaha, nothing at all. I just find it amusing," he replied, walking towards the stove and stirring what he was cooking. I furrowed my brow as I watched his back.
He seemed trustworthy, and he didn't appear to be in need of a large sum of money. In fact, he looked wealthy. Honestly, he was a believable model, with a fantastic physique and undeniable handsomeness. Like that, he was definitely a model or an actor.
I wasn't sure if he was a famous model or actor because I wasn't into social media. I didn't even have any social media accounts. So, I was clueless about the modeling industry.
"Hey, can you give me a ride later? I'll give you a reward or a new project if you want. I'll tell Dad that you saved me," I asked him while finishing my plate. Actually, I wanted a second serving.
"Hahaha, do you think that's the kind of reward I want from you?" Huh? Isn't that what people in showbiz want? A new project?
"Then what?" He looked at me, walked closer, leaned on the table, and held my chin.
"Date me. That's the reward I want."
What!?
TO BE CONTINUED
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