Bachelor Series 3: Kit Wilson

Chapter 7

Scarlet POV

The tension between Kit and me was suffocating. He refused to talk, his piercing gaze following my every move like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. Despite his silence, his defiance was loud and clear.

"You're only making this harder for yourself," I said one evening, setting down a plate of food on the small table in front of him

"You need to eat, Kit."

He didn't even glance at the plate. His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes were cold. "I don't need anything from you."

I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay calm. "Suit yourself. But you're not leaving this place until you realize how much I—"

"How much you what?" he interrupted, his voice sharp like a blade. "Own me? Control me? Is that what you think this is about, Scarlet?"

"I'm saving us," I replied, my voice trembling but I remained firm.

"You've been blind to what's right in front of you. But now, you'll understand."

His laughter was sharp, almost amused. "Saving us? You think tying me to a chair and dragging me to some godforsaken cabin is saving us?"

For a moment, I doubted myself. But then I remembered the years of longing, the sleepless nights spent obsessing over his every move. No, I wouldn't falter now.

"I'm not crazy, Kit," I said firmly. "You just need time to realize what we have."

After saying that I turned on my heel and left the room, slamming the door behind me. My chest heaved as I tried to steady my breathing.

Why did he have this power over me?

That evening, I noticed something strange. Kit was no longer struggling against his restraints or hurling insults at her. Instead, he observed her with unsettling intensity, his silence more unnerving than his protests.

"You're oddly quiet today," she said, setting a plate of food in front of him.

"Just thinking," he replied smoothly.

"About what?"

Kit leaned forward as much as his bindings allowed, his gaze locking onto hers. "About how predictable you are."

Her heart skipped a beat, but she masked her nerves with a forced smile. "Predictable? I think not. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"Oh, Scarlet," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "If you just knew" hindi ko na siya pinatapos at umalis na ako and went to the masters bedroom

I want to sleep but sleep eluded me. Every creak of the cabin sent my heart racing, my mind replaying Kit's words over and over.

When morning came,  I have another plate of food, determined to try again. But when I opened the door, my heart stopped.

Kit was no longer tied to the chair.

The ropes lay discarded on the floor, and he sat casually in the same chair, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between his fingers. His hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his expression was... different.

He looked calm. Too calm.

"Looking for these?" he asked, gesturing to the ropes on the floor.

I froze, my mind racing. "How—"

He chuckled darkly, taking a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curled around him, adding an air of menace to his already intimidating presence. "You underestimated me, Scarlet. Did you really think I'd stay tied up forever?"