Chapter 13.
Cassie was enjoying a movie when her phone started vibrating. Her mother is out with her friends, leaving her alone in their house. She is currently watching a horror movie and has reached the climax.
Her phone vibrated again, when she took out her phone, she saw it was a text message from Luke. 1 week ago, from the day they were conversing at the café, Luke asked for her phone number and casually texted her, asking how she was and how her day was going.
"Hello, Cassie. How are you? It's been one week since I last saw you, and I've received no response to the texts I've sent you." The text wrote.
Still having second thoughts about answering while her eyes glued to the movie, she started typing a message back, "Hi Luke, I am good, watching a movie here at home and just drinking some hot tea," but she quickly deleted the words. Still, irritated, and asking herself, what should be an alternate response to him?
"I'm okay" and she hit send.
After a few minutes, another message came, which she promptly scanned. "Can we grab some coffee? or what do you prefer?" Luke asked. The guy is absolutely blasting me again, she thought. She checked the time on their grandfather's clock, which read 20:00, but her mother still had not returned. She can just leave the door key beneath their doormat and notify her. For an odd reason, she has this wonderful feeling that makes her go to her bedroom and select which clothes to wear; after 5 minutes, she chose to wear a warm comfy sweater and a skirt with black stockings; she knows it's quite chilly outdoors, but she does not care.
Still thinking about Luke's gaze and grin, she had never felt this way before, not even experiencing an urge to meet up with friends or do other social activities that other people do.
When she is completely content with her appearance, she wears her hair free, revealing her red curly hair and a little lip gloss, as well as a bare face with no makeup. She returned to the living room and snatched the remote, preparing to switch off the television when she caught the part where this other attacker is killing the victim now with a lot of stabs, which was rather gruesome. She grinned and switched it off.
She went for her phone again and sent the message, "Sure, meet me in the same cafe." She grabbed her scarf, headed out of their home, hid the key beneath the mat, and phoned her mother. It was soon October, so the air outside was cold.Hey, Mom, I'm going outside; the keys are under our floor mat; I'll see you later. She murmured into the phone.
After a few minutes of walking, she arrived at the café and entered, looking for Luke's face, but he was nowhere to be seen. She anticipated him to arrive in 30 minutes or so. Perhaps he was stuck in traffic, she thought. She sat quietly in the cafe's corner, preparing to wait for him.
When a man approached her, he appeared to be in his late 30s. "Good evening, Ms. Cassandra. My name is Earl, and I've come to pick you up." The man in the business suit stated. Still processing what the man had said, she responded, "I am sorry, but I do not know you; I am waiting for someone."
"You must be waiting for Mr. Luke; I am his driver, and he instructed me to bring you here so you may see him." He explained. She had second thoughts about coming and gave up. She stood slowly and followed the driver outside.
She was taken aback when the man opened the door of a Bugatti Veyron. Is this really real? She's only seen vehicles like this on Television. Still attempting to regain her composure, the guy went for his phone and dialed a number. "Yes, Mr. Luke, she is here," he said to the person on the other end of the line which she assumed was Luke.
She then stepped into the expensive vehicle and was taken aback by how luxurious it appeared on the inside. She sat next to the driver, who is now inside the car, because it is a two-seater, and smelt leather, but in a pleasant manner.
After about 15-20 minutes, they drive past a beautiful home located in the hills of their city where only the wealthy live; if this is indeed Luke's estate, it is wonderful with wide gates and a vast outside garden where you can exercise or even camp, and Casie giggled with the thought. They came to a halt in the heart of the mansion, and the driver got out to open the vehicle door.
Slowly, she stepped out, still trying to absorb her surroundings.
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