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𝟏𝟑 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫...
Geneviève hummed as she pulled the silk covers closer to her, feelings the warm sheets softness rub against her body.But then she remembered she didn't have silk covers, not even silk sheets.
Geneviève heart pounded against her chest as she sat up to a very unfamiliar room. She was so confused trying to remember to the day before or whatever time it was, she got home, picked up Zay...
ZAY!!
She hopped out of bed so fast, basically running out of the huge wooden doors before bumping into a board chest making her land straight on her ass.
"Oh shit...my fault lil folks"
Geneviève completely ignored the person before standing to her feet, running past the person down the hallway only to realize she doesn't know where she's going.
She was completely lost until she came to a door she opened. Immediately the smell of breakfast wafting into her nose completely distracting her the task at hand. Geneviève realized nobody has noticed her yet before walking over to the kitchen knives to grab the biggest one of all.
"Hey!" She called out. All chatter dying down and attention now focused on her, making her throat go dry.
"Miss..please put the knife down" one of the cooks pleaded.
"Where am I?" She asked completely ignoring them. Holding the knife out just in case someone tried to step to her.
"Well you're in Mr Von's house." One of the chefs explained slowly.
"Von?" She questioned out loud. "Yes, Our boss brought you here" A now much older lady answered, putting down her gloves.
"But why?"
"What would he want with me?" Voicing her curiosity to herself. All she received was shoulder shrugs and a bunch of unknown answers before a throat was cleared gaining all attention.
Geneviève turned to see it was the same guy from the parking lot, betrayal filling her body with anger.
"Why am I here?!" She screamed. She was tired and all she wanted was her baby. Black didn't say anything but just star at her.
She was so angry she didn't realize her grip tightening on the knife, turing her knuckles close to white. "Follows me" He demanded turning on his heal before she stopped him.
"Why should I listen to you?" She questioned, completely irritated. "I'a take you to ya daughter" He said blankly leaving the kitchen, leaving her no choice.
She quickly followed him, stopping when she heard the softs giggles of her babygirl coming from the room they stopped in. Without a second thought she burst through the door, surprised at the sight before her.
