Untainted Love

Chapter Twenty

I think I've lost my mind - was the first thought that entered my head as I walked inside Sergio's and my room as I made myself comfortable on the small couch in the walk in closet. I don't know what had taken over me when I said yes to Sergio's offer. To him showing me around the city that I was born in. Curiosity and weakness in the company of the mysterious man in front of me had me agreeing in an instant. I hated myself at that moment for succumbing to him. But what was done was done. Not to mention, my pathetic attempt at an escape while he'd been gone out for a while was something I'd prefer never to be brought up ever again. The post adrenaline rush had given me enough clarity to know that I'd never be able escape from here - not unless he wanted me to and willingly let me go.

My fingers pressed into the velvet cushion as I heard Sergio scrambling downstairs, not in the mood to deal with him right now. I hadn't been lying when I told him that I wanted to go back home - even if a part of me knew that he wouldn't let me. Well, at least I'd be able to get some sightseeing in.

My stomach turned at the expression on his face when I'd asked him why he wasn't letting me go. The man was a walking and talking paradox - one minute he'd be so good and would seem humane and the next minute, it was as if a switch would be flipped and he'd be back to being his cold, aloof self with me. Although the emotion in his eyes had been anything but cold when he'd looked at me. Pained seemed like a more appropriate word. Although I, for the life of me, couldn't figure out what was going inside that brain of his. He was obviously not telling me something very important. Something that hurt me but had the power to hurt me as well.

I sighed, realising that overthinking wouldn't do me any good. With a deep breath, I switched off the lights as I made my way over to the king sized bed. My mind stayed alert and awake as my ears strained to hear any sounds of anybody coming in. Within a few minutes, the door creaked open and the air whooshed softly as a large body blocked the frame. Sergio shut the door softly behind him as he came to rest on the couch in the room - the same couch that he had slept on last night.

Something tugged at my heartstrings as I watched him lower himself down to sleep in the dark. A few seconds of silence passed before I called out to him.

"Sergio?"

"Hmm?"

"You can come here and sleep, you know. On the bed, I mean." I said as I offered an olive branch, silently showing him my gratitude over our agreement.

Getting out of the house, seeing other people after over a month had sent a flurry of excited tingles up my spine. I had become so accustomed to moving in this very house that it seemed like I had forgotten that civilisation existed beyond these four walls. Even though I knew that Sergio was the one who had put me in this situation, I was still slightly thankful that he had decided to take me out, even if it was for a little while. Fresh air would do me wonders, for sure.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

My heart melted a little at his response as I feel a little bit of guilt for giving him hell over the past few weeks, if the bags under his eyes were anything to go by. In a weird way, I sort of trusted this man in front of me. Yes, I did get whiplash from his constant mood swings but in my heart, I knew that he wasn't all that bad that I was making him out to be. No one was a bad person in this world, truth be told. Everyone had some good in them - the only difference was that some people hid it well. At least that's what I liked to believe after seeing the way he had fed me, clothed me and let me stay in his house without harming me. Anyone else, and my body would have been delivered to my mother's doorstep.