Behind his dimpled smile and sugary eyes lies a past of hardships. Zee lives aimlessly, hopping from job to job, unable to keep stable employment. But when he is invited to take a position at the prestigious Haven Hotel, Zee's life changes from a le...
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Feeling groggy and heavy, Zee awoke on a soft bed with his wrists and ankles restrained. His breath skipped and he threw himself up, realizing he was unable to sit upright. He tugged and yanked at the wrist restraints. Over and over and over again. But nothing loosened. The only change was that his wrists reddened and burned, almost peeling back the flesh raw. He tried one last time, but was quickly interrupted.
“Stop it, won't you?” James walked around the corner, “Doing that won't release you. Just sit still.”
Zee scoffed at his voice and let his head bang back down onto the soft pillow. He rolled his eyes when James sat in the chair beside him, like he was a sick patient. He relaxed his body but his eyes were fierce.
“What are you doing?”
“We're just waiting for your blood stream to go back to normal.”
“What reason do you have to keep tabs on my bloodstream?” Zee asked, a bit miffed, “I'm sure I'm sober now. So release me.”
“No, not because of that—”
Zee raised a brow and smirked, “Ah, I get it. That's true. I didn't drink a lot anyway. I wouldn't have been that vulnerable. Not unless you drugged me.”
James' brow bounced upward. He smirked and a snide tone arose from his lips, “He really hasn't told you anything, has he? I thought he might've told you the basics, but he hasn't even done that. Partners, my ass.”
Zee frowned up at him, “What are you talking about?”
“I understand,” James crossed his legs and leaned on his knees. His eyes drifted away, into the distance, “It was hard for me too.”
“Wha—”
Suddenly, James stood up and bowed his head. Zee glanced over to where he bowed, hearing quiet footsteps trickling in. A tall, dapper man walked into the white sterile room. He was a familiar man. Very much so.
Adisorn.
Tanned and chiseled, Adisorn glared down at Zee before he walked by and sat down on an upholstered chair. Zee raised his head to stare back at him, but that was returned with a laugh. Adisorn gestured to James, his voice deep and almost throaty.
“Release him,” Then he directed his attention to Zee, “Let's have a chat.”
James expertly untied Zee and guided the reluctant man to the seat in front of Adisorn. Zee walked towards him with a stoney face, unable to escape. He sat down, crossed his legs, and leaned back. Adisorn's eyes widened at that motion and he smirked.
