Chapter Five

"Hmmm..." I moaned. Literally every vein in my head, attacked my skull. It was as if I was run over by a truck, smashed with bulk of bricks, stomped by a million elephants, then catapulted to space and back.

So, I waited patiently for the excruciating pain to subside before hesitantly opening my eyes. The stupid universe, however, seemed to be against me this morning. As if raging war on my entire body wasn't enough, the sunlight that invaded my room, mercilessly obscured my vision. I instantly closed my eyelids again.

Fire! My eyes! They were on fire!

Blindly stretching my arms, I expected to touch the coolness of my morning water bottle, but my hand just dangled in the air. Strange. I always placed it on my side table before going to bed.

Or did I forget to do so yesterday?

Taking a deep breathe, I hesitantly opened my eyes again while silently pleading for the sun to shoo away. But then...

"Ah! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

...my back instantly sprang upright, before my brain could even process what was happening. Where the hell was I? I looked around my unfamiliar surroundings, clutching the soft floral comforter to my chest. The elegant room was literally the size of my whole apartment. In a daze, I sat straighter on the soft king-sized mattress, slowly reaching out to touch the fluffy white pillows, before pulling the comforter and hopping off the bed.

I continued to take in my surroundings, still afraid to touch anything. The room was classically decorated with white and gold furniture, black bean chairs and a huge black rug; positioned next to a stylish dresser. All the contrasting colors came out beautifully. If I had to choose my dream room, this would definitely be it.

Wait a minute! I paused mid-step at the thought. Click. Light switch on.

My mind immediately darted to my nephew, Paulie's theory about alien abduction. I knew it was ridiculous. Hell, I had practically laughed at his poor, little face when he tried to explain it.

Who was laughing now, though? Not me, I tell you that. This was karma for making a nine year old cry. Saying I was scared shit-less was an understatement.

I remember Paulie saying, aliens had the ability to teleport anyone and anything in a matter of seconds. And where was I currently? Hmm? Exactly!

He also said, they had the ability to create your dream room in other to make you feel comfortable. Apart from the very ugly painting on top of the fire place, this was my dream room!

Seriously Eliyanna? An alien abduction? You're smarter than that. Think harder.

As I walked toward a door, - most likely an en-suite bathroom - I noticed my skirt and shirt folded neatly and placed on top of a chest drawer. Walking past it, I decided to come up with negotiations just in case.

According Paulie, the boss alien comes in after sometime appearing as your dream guy. Better safe than sorry right? I'm sure "Idris Elba" and I could work out my release once...

Your skirt and shirt Eliya, your skirt and shirt. Think harder, think yesterday.

I stopped dead in my tracks, finally processing the sight of my clothes. My legs stiffly reversed backwards, until I stood beside the chest drawer again. I stared at it confused for a while, until, a green stain on my skirt caught my attention. It looked like flakes of bahama grass? Where did that come from?

Oh, yeah! I sat on bahama grass yesterday, when I was tired of run...

Oh god. Oh god.

...when I was tired of running from Mr. Alexander's skinny men! The Wolf. Julian. Yesterday!

My breath hitched as memories of last night crashed all at once. That small stain was like a blow to every organ in my body. My head, my stomach, my eyes, my heart and especially my central nervous system. Suddenly, the painful throbbing in my head returned with ruthless force. And at that moment, I had five very important questions in my head.

One: Did I die?

Two: Was this heaven or a dream?

Three: Who stripped me?

Four: Was I wearing a thong yesterday?

Five: If I were wearing a thong, what was the least painful way to commit suicide?

Slowly tearing my eyes from the ceiling, I clasped my hands together. "God, please let those evil clothes be replicas. Because then, this would really be an alien abduction." Eyes still closed, I slowly crooked my head low, before sneaking a peek - for the first time - at the clothes I wore.

"Haaa!" Nope. Nope, it wasn't an alien abduction.

I recognized the shirt covering half my body, even though, it was three times oversized. Oh, god. Oh, god! Was my underwear still under me?

Biting my lip nervously, I lifted Mr. Alexander's shirt then immediately, "Haa!" cried out at the sight. The thing down there, was worst than having on a thong or granny panties. Hell, I would have preferred to be completely naked.

"God," I tilted my head towards the ceiling again. "Please, please, kill me, right now. Just one strike of lightening will do. Just one, god." I closed my eyes, waiting for him, but alas, it seemed my wish wasn't his command today.

Staring at my panties, I slowly retreated backwards until my back connected with the bedpost. And at that moment, I wished my soon-to-be-ex-best friend, Chelsea were here right now. That way, I could have strangled her with this awful, awful, good-luck-on-your-first-job gift, she gave me.

Why, huh? Why did she have to buy me panties with "bite the pussycat" written on the front? In electric, fricking red! Why?

And that wasn't even the worst part. Oh no. It also had a drawing of a winking cat, right down, down, down, there! Who the hell invented this piece of shit, anyway?

My eyes watered as I whimpered at the endless possibilities of who might have changed my clothes.

Did Mr. Alexander ask his perverted minion Julian? Goosebumps. Ugh, they instantly prickled my skin at the disgusting thought. I could definitely imagine him obeying the instructions of my traitorous panties. What if looking at it made him horny and he decided to rape my unconscious body?

Or maybe it was Mr. Alexander himself! That would mean he saw me half-naked and possibly, also bit the pussycat!

Oh my god...

...what if they all bit the pussycat?

Maybe that's why they kept me alive. So they could take another round before killing me. Yes. Yes! That was definitely it!

I sprang off the bedpost and tried to pull the red shirt over my head. However, it was stuck between the end of my neck and my chin. Before noticing that the top button was still hooked, I had practically jumped around; bumping into literally every piece of furniture in the romm, before successfully pulling it off.

Yes, my day was going GREAT so far, if you were wondering.

I hastily put on my shirt, tucked it roughly in my skirt, then began hunting for my shoes. After a few minutes with no luck, I decided to leave it behind. Time wasn't by my side. Tiptoeing towards the door, I slowly turned the metal knob, till I heard a soft crick.

Was it scientifically possible for my heart to beat faster than it did yesterday?

Yes. Yes, it definitely was. I was afraid it would break my ribs or worst; alert them I was awake. Peeking outside the door, I looked from left to right. Luckily, there was no one around. I tiptoed in the hallway, with absolutely no clue where it headed. Literally anywhere else was better than a closed room with a bed.

"Cuál es tu cerebro para, Hector? You just let her in!"

I stopped dead in my tracks and swallowed hard. My brain quickly processed the deep voice that vibrated through the house, like doing so, was second nature.

"Sir, the document seemed important. I buzzed your room, but there was no answer. I wasn't aware of the situation. I apologize."

I had no idea how my legs began moving again; they felt like lead.

As I reached the end of the hallway, I saw a gold banister, which perfectly separated twin staircases. Looking down, I had a clear view of the last floor, where five men stood blocking the entrance. The entrance, I was supposed to exit from! The only word that described my situation, was one I hated using, hearing and even thinking. But, when push came to shove, I had to admit; " I was thoroughly f*cked!

"If it's not Eve and Adam, I don't give a damn who it is. Don't let them in without telling me, or at least anyone else here. I shouldn't have to tell you what discretion means to the Garza, Hector, you're a gad damn member!"

My eyes roamed the corridor they stood in. Mr. Alexander was yelling at some middle aged man wearing a gate-man uniform. Cameron and Nic were leaning on a wall, while Julian sat on the edge of the right staircase.

Huh. If I tiptoed to the other side, and spat down, it would definitely land on his beautiful blonde hair. The thought was so tempting; I despised Julian's guts! However, attention wasn't what I needed right now. They were probably going discuss how to rid my body, and cover their tracks next. Loose ends like me, were never left untied. That's probably why they've managed to stay invisible for so long.

After re-entering the room, I immediately hunted for another escape route. If that was indeed the gate man Mr. Alexander was yelling at, it meant no one currently guarded the main gate.

I ran toward my bag and searched for my car keys, letting out a huge sigh of relief when I found it under my mills and bons novel.

My wondering eyes finally landed on a large window, filling my heart with hope. I quickly pulled away the curtains, but then, thick rods of metal burglar proof, stared right back at me.

Fitting between them wasn't the problem, no. My boobs and butt were. They weren't Kim Kardashian or Nicki Minaj big, but they were generous enough for me to worry. It would take longer for me to slime my way out.

Deep breathe Eliya, deep breathe. Right now, there is no other option. You have to shove those doubts aside and take your chances. This kind of opportunity wouldn't come again.

After opening the windows wide, I dropped my bag on the pavement and tied my hair.

"Legs first or head first," I pondered for a quick second, before deciding on the former. That way, I could stand on the pavement firmly. Slipping and falling, was not an option. No, sir!

After some minutes, seventy five percent of my body went through fine. With my boobs blocking my smooth exit, I tried to press it back with my hand so it could pass through.

It didn't.

I tried again.

Nope.

And again...

Why did the space between them have to be so small! "Fricking, F*cking, shit burglar proof!"

"Don't be mad at them. They're just doing their job." My body froze and my blood ran cold at the sound of the familiar voice.

Slowly tilting my head, I saw Roman Alexander leaning on the door frame; his face, almost the shade of the red mug he was sipping from. How long had he been standing there? And was that a tear he just flicked off of his cheek? Why the hell was he crying? And was that a smirk on his lips?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Those weren't tears of sorrow, there were tears of laughter! He was silently laughing at me. Laughing at me so hard, tears ran down his emotionless face!

WHAT A DICK! How thoroughly sadistic was he?

"Get back in the room Ms. Holland," he commanded, striding towards me.

"NO! No just let me go," I barked with anger. "I am not going to let you kill me!" He scoffed at my accusation but still came closer. I felt like an caged animal, trying to wiggle my way between the metal rods. "Stay away from me. I will not come back! Stay away from me, sir!"

After placing his mug on the dresser, he grabbed my arms. I used my free hand to hit and punch every part of his body as he pulled me back in. But to my disappointment, he didn't flinch. I instantly regretted not going in head first; I could have kicked his face in.

As soon as my feet connected with the soft black carpet, I went wild. No way was I going down without a fight, literally. I continued to kick, punch and box anything and everything that belonged to his beautiful body.

"Fuck! Ms. Holland fuck! Stop."

But I didn't. I even aimed my foot at his "life giver", but luckily for him, my legs didn't reach. It made me sad. Very, very sad. If I was going to die, I wanted to at least give him a scar he could remember me by. What was better than ruining his man parts? Nothing!

I continued my assault on his hard body and even jumped on his back and bit his ear at some point. He didn't hit back but instead, tried to control my violent behavior. After tearing me away from him, he took a hold of both my arms, crossed them on my stomach, turned me around then pressed my back to his front. I struggled and wiggled a little more but he still didn't flinch. The only movement that came from him, was the silent laughter that vibrated through his muscular chest. "Stop Eliyanna! stop moving," he whispered in my ear.

Adrenaline. It was pumping in my veins!

Pump, pump.

Pump, pump.

"Okay," I agreed, smiling up at him. It was hard but I managed to do as he said. As soon as he released my hands, I grabbed his mug from the dresser and threw it at him. Not bothering to look if it hit him or not, I ran towards the door.

Just as I was about to reach, I felt his arms around my waist lifting me off my feet. "Ah," my heart sank with disappointment.

After dropping me on the bed, he pinned my arms above my head and successfully trapped me with his frame. "I was drinking that. The least you could have done was hit me with the mug. At least then my coffee wouldn't have gone to waste."

"Are you serious right now? Let me go!"

"I'll let you go whenever the fuck I wanna let you go," he said sternly. "Wanna know when that'll be, kitty? When you fucking stop wiggling under me like a possessed worm."

Wait I heard that correctly, right? Was the kitty reference because of my panties? And more importantly did this socio just call me a possessed worm? Rude!

I glared at him, finally noticing the damage my throw had done. Or more accurately; lack of damage. Other than the coffee that dripped off his dark hair and the stain on his polo shirt, there wasn't even a scratch on his body. God, I was so disappointed at myself. I couldn't aim properly even when my life depended on it.

I wiggled, whined and whimpered under him, even though, I knew it was useless.

When I reopened my eyes, it immediately connected with baby blue ones. His intense gaze was scrutinizing every depth of my soul. I could feel it. I wasn't sure which part of him was more intimidating Roman Alexander; international business tycoon or The wolf; heartless criminal leader of the Garza.

I bit my lip nervously when I noticed how close we were. Nothing - I repeat nothing - was left to the imagination. I could literally feel him pressed against my crotch.

Boy, was he...

When I felt my face flame up, I tried to push the thought aside, but damn, was it hard to ignore. No pun intended.

I turned my head to the right, finally breaking eye contact. They were something. His eyes, I mean. It was as if, if I looked too long, it's blueness would drown me.

"Are you done?" he asked finally.

I nodded.

"Good girl," he smirked triumphantly, letting go of my wrists. Sitting upright on the bed, his long legs met the fur carpet with no struggle. Mine however, awkwardly dangled in mid-air, so I hugged it to my chest. We sat less than four inches away from each other, as if he didn't threaten to kill me last night and I didn't just aim to ruin his dangerously gorgeous face.

With a hot mug of coffee.

"I don't want to die, Mr. Alexander." I pleaded softly.

"Really now?" he turned his intense gaze from the door to me. Lucky door. "I couldn't tell."

Did he just make a joke? It was really hard to tell with that permanent scowl on his face. So I just nodded.

"The..." he started.

"Please sir, I would not tell anyone about this..." I cut him off hastily. Could you blame me? The man looked like someone who didn't go back on his word. If he said he'll kill me, there's probably no changing his mind. Cutting him now before the words came out was my only play.

"I said..."

"Please! I'm really not a violent person," I cried. "I..."

"Eliyanna! Go. Go away."

I sat upright, released my legs from my chest and stared at him.

"I can leave. J-Just like that?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah. Under one condition," he replied, cooly.

"Anything."

"Pretend this never happened. Meaning: go back to your normal life, continue working and most importantly; what you saw here, stays here. Cause if it doesn't, well lets just say, I like to keep my mouth shut but my guns love to talk a lot. Do you understand?"

My lips parted for a while but nothing came out. My brain was still trying register what he just said. When I gathered myself, I nodded vigorously. "I-I would not do anything. I would just--- I wouldn't tell anyone."

"And if you do?" he asked, raising a thick eyebrow.

"Then you can do whatever you want," I answered without thinking twice.

His lips curled into a tight, wicked smirk. "Deal." Standing up, he placed his hands in the pockets of his sweats and nodded towards the open door. "Go."

I looked at it, then back at him. What was happening right now? From what I heard, the wolf never let anyone - I repeat anyone - out of his grasp. He was calculating, cold blooded, manipulative, heartless...

"Wh-y?" I asked him slowly.

"Why what?" he questioned back.

"Why are you letting me go?"

"Do you want to die?"

"No."

"Then go."

"After I bit your ear?"

"Umhmm."

Weird. Weird.

"Is their like a trip wire by the door or something?" When his eyes narrowed, I just knew that was it. "That's why, you didn't want me to go through the window. It would ruin your plan of bombing me to pieces." I put my hand on my hips. "I prefer a bullet than being bombed, sir. Just shoot me. The wolf is not a wuss, is he? If you're going to kill someone the least you can do is look'em in the eye."

As he came closer, I could feel the anger radiating off him. Yep, the wuss part definitely stinged his dominant-male ego. But I wasn't going to back down. My hands were still placed on my hips.

Wait, no, it lowered a bit.

I placed it higher and took a confident pose, even though, him towering over me made it useless. "If I aimed to kill you, do you really think you would still be alive Ms. Holland?" he asked, disconnecting my hands from my hips.

How rude.

"You're like a twig to me," he continued. "It won't take ten seconds to 'crick'; detach your neck from your pretty little head."

I stared at him wide eyed.

"One," he started counting. "Two..."

Before I realized that this psychopath was actually counting down the seconds to kill me, he had already reached five.

So I quickly moved past his tall frame and headed toward the door.

"Eliya-Nicole," I turned around shocked. My dad was the only person who called me that. Where did Mr. Alexander hear it from? "Don't be late to work."

A/N
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Roman let Eliyanna go without a scratch, after seeing what she saw. Does he have an ulterior motive? Hmmm...

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