Never Fall For The Billionaire

Tempted

Chapter 17: Tempted

I ran away the instance I had a chance, okay? 

I knew it was a terrible idea, but I couldn't help it. I was going to get killed eventually and I can't have that. Not yet.

So, more than an hour ago, I went with my ridiculous plan to jump out the medium-size window. I didn't actually jump, but it was as close to that as possible.

And surprisingly, I'm still standing here with my two left feet facing apart, from the low second floor.

I didn't get why he didn't put me in the very top fourth floor when it would've made escaping much harder.

Did he underestimate my ability? Somehow, that possibility made me mad, did he really think I was that naive and weak?

Well, that showed him. I would pay millions just to see the priceless expression on his face when he woke up from his slumber and found no one inside my luxurious room.

Trust me, it didn't have to be that way.

And he totally deserved it with what he put me through for the freaking past four hours.

My feet has been blistering from the lack of shoes on his part and not to mention I'm sweaty, tired, and extremely hungry.

My modest blue nightgown was torn to shreds at the rims and I could only imagine what my hair must look like -a bird's nest after a hurricane. Scratch that, it was probably worst than that, all thanks to that unforgivable two-faced jerk.

I've been trying to find an exit route somewhere, and yet, all I stumbled upon were more evergreen trees.

I literally felt like I'm in one of those incomprehensible mazes on white paper that I would use to do in grade school, and I got that bizarre feeling that I am actually in a living replica of it.

How could he do this to me? Did he think he was protecting me when all he was doing is imprisoning me?

I huffed angrily and tried intensively not to cry out in frustration, only to lay sprawled on the back of a huge, chipping tree trunk, where I decided to sleep for a while. Just a little bit.

Why can't I just go back home? I'd rather wind up dead than stay in that mansion, that prison of his.

Before I could include a couple hours of quiet rest in, I noticed a discrete shadow behind the large trees far to my outer left.

Tired and sleep deprived, I could only find it in my head to find what live being was out in the wilderness in the middle of the night.

I slowly and soundlessly straightened from my sitting position and tip-toed over to the mysterious shadow as it kept moving.

I was almost positive it was a someone, as it was too big of a creature to be a deer or any other animal, but still too small to be a bear or other humongous mammals. I could only identify it as a human, a man to be exact, based on his muscular build and his not-so-slender form.

Only, what was he doing out here? Was it possible this place, wherever it is, is not as deserted as I originally thought? Could there be civilization up ahead somewhere?

The only way I would know was to ask him himself, but before I could do anything of the sort, the baffling man met with another, whispering distraught things I could not hear.