Using Him

Chapter 15 : Opportunity

Erika

They dragged me from the banquet hall. What surprised me was that they did not cover my eyes with blindfolds like Xavier. They stuffed me into a private elevator and yanked me out when we arrived at our destination.

This floor appeared to be mysterious; I had never seen anything like it before. The man opened the door with his golden card, and his men pushed me into the most luxurious suite I had ever seen.

Everything here appeared otherworldly, including the chandelier in the center of the suite and the interior, which screamed wealth. It felt like I was walking straight into a fairytale, but I was well aware that reality would be a nightmare for me.

"Take her inside," he directed his men, who led me to another door. He opened the room door with his thumbprint and his men then left me there; they left when their master gave them a command.

I examined my surroundings and discovered that this room was significantly larger than any other room in the club. A white fluffy carpet covered the entire floor, and a luxurious white couch sat near a majestic fireplace.

There was a table filled with all kinds of delicious delicacies, which made my mouth water. I wanted to eat everything on it, but it was not the time to think about food.

However, I noticed a fruit knife in the basket in the centre of the table.

I shifted my gaze away from the food and noticed the man was already in the room. He was analyzing me with his intense gaze, and I was measuring every movement he made.

Once again, I was alone with an unfamiliar man who was eager to devour me like a meal. He began to remove his coat, which prompted me to plunge into the basket and yank the knife out. I pointed it at the man in my defence.

However, he seemed unconcerned about my movements, which infuriated me even more. I screamed at him, releasing everything buried inside me since the day I was imprisoned in that hellhole. I was enraged and let out my rant, unconcerned that the man in front of me was capable of making my life a living hell.

But, to my surprise, he was not angry with me; instead, he offered me an opportunity to prove myself, and I was not going to pass up any chance to gain freedom.

"How...How can I?" the words slipped out of my mouth, and I noticed a smirk creep up on his face. His eyes lit up as he received a new toy to play with.

"Follow my instructions and let me know whether you can be an asset or not," he spoke to me in an icy tone, and I gaped at him, confused. What kind of instructions was he going to give me? He passed by me, plopped down on the couch near the fireplace, and crossed his legs elegantly.

"Open that window and climb up on the railing," he told me while opening a box on the table. He took a cigar from it and lit it with the fire in the fireplace while watching my every move.