Dark Femme (BWWM)

Chapter six

Thaddeus is a ghost, he haunts the halls of his own house.

Every time I think I hear him, I stick my ear to the door of the room that was to act as my cell. When I don't hear anything, I crack the door open, but even then, I still don't see him.

His cologne lingers wherever I've missed him. from the hallways I walk in tall heels to the dinning hall where his seat is always cleared of utensils.

Maybe he'd taken my ambition to learn more about him to mean that I was open to playing a game of hide and seek.
He didn't seem like the type who liked to play games.
Everything about the man was so narrow and sharp.

Clean cut, with that hair swoop that looked like it came from old business tycoons.

"Good morning." Thaddeus greets me to my surprise.
I put down the cat, who was moments away from scratching me to put her on the ground anyway.
"Morning." I greeted back.

Thaddeus wasn't a horrible captor, I eat the best food, I wear the most expensive/admittedly most scarcely covered leather clothing and a professional does my hair and makeup every morning. I have a spa day every two weeks where I'm stripped of every inch of hair that isn't on my head and my skin is lathered with buttery substances that leave it feeling soft.

I don't have to worry about bills. That includes vet bills that were piling and pulling me under ground. I've been sketching more now since I have more time and new scenery to explore.

"I would like you to join me and an acquaintance for dinner this evening " Thaddeus requested.
"Oh, uh, okay. Do they know or am I supposed to be your-"

"It's best to always assume your part."

"Right, right... of course." I let out with a short breath

"Alright, I'll have Sharon come over." Sharon is the stylist who does everything.
"I'll be ready." I smile widely letting my dimples appear in an attempt to charm him.

He says nothing just gives a curt nod and walks away.

I felt anxious about putting my acting skills to test.
But I tried to calm myself by telling myself that Thaddeus is probably going to take the lead in these kinds of situations.

I'm sure all I have to do is sit pretty and smile politely. Which is something I've been doing under my Mother's watchful eyes since I was able to interpret what her glances meant.

I felt the familiar feeling of fur pressed against my ankle. I leaned down and stroke the fur down joy's back, comforting her and also myself.

I haven't made much progress on getting to know Thaddeus on anything further than the surface level.
He is a very rich man, this house is about the size of a boarding school.
Despite the tattoos and sometimes rugged looks.
He's clean cut in every way I've witness.

He eats like he's in the presence of royalty.

His shirts and suit are always spotless
and pressed to perfection, and that cologne- that cologne that sends me to places even while knowing I shouldn't go next to a man so dangerous.

Thaddeus is handsome in a way that's completely out of my league.
Which is why I have to wonder why he's using me for this.

I shake my head and try to remember not to question it, after all this is way better than smuggling drugs in my ass.

I walk back to the huge rose pink vanity where I have copy paper I had a maid help me find scattered all about.

I've been sketching while looking out one of the windows.