Kidnapped By An Assassin

Chapter Three

The night was long. I found myself unable to fall asleep. I sighed and got up. As I walked down the stairs from my bed I couldn’t help but feel stupid. I know I had let a guy I barely even knew stay in my house for the night, but I felt like I could trust him. He seemed to be on my side. Aside from me living a very sheltered life, I’ve always wanted excitement. Besides, it made me feel kind of rebellious. I thought about what my father would say. ‘Elaina, it’s not lady like for you to have a man staying in your home overnight. Unless it’s Adam, then that’s alright.’ Of course it would be alright. ‘Do anything for Adam,’ my father would tell me. I would comply, but I refused to have sex with him. In fact, that was what my last phone call with my father was about. He had told me that we were practically married now and that I needed to start acting like a wife. It was a horrible conversation.

When I got to my door I checked my iPhone for the time. It was 8:30 A.M. I wondered if Demor would be up yet. I highly doubted it but I knocked gently on his door anyway. “Good morning.” He said as he opened the door. He was wearing some black boxers and no shirt. His chest and abs were muscular, as were his arms and legs. I smiled at him.

“Good morning.” He looked me over as well. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. They were dark blue with small pink roses all over them. I also had on dark blue knee high socks. He smiled in approval.

“Happy birthday.” He told me, “I have a present for you, but you’ll get that at dinner tonight. I’m talking you out, that is unless you already have plans with the boyfriend?” I’m not sure why but the thought of him taking me out made my blood race. I wanted to go out with him. I didn’t want him to keep bringing Adam up. Today was not going to be about Adam. For once in my life I was going to have fun and forget about all of the people and things I hate.

“It sounds great and no Adam today.” I told him, taking his hand to walk down for breakfast.

“He doesn’t want to take you out on your birthday?” He was amused, I could hear it in his voice. I started to get angry, but I realized I would have been amused too.

“He doesn’t know it’s my birthday.” I shrugged it off. When we got downstairs the maids were tidying up. They stared at Demor, only in his boxers, some were shocked while others were smiling. I rolled my eyes and walked into the dining room. “What do you want for breakfast?” I asked him.

“It’s your birthday, dear. You pick.” He had a wicked glint in his eyes, which gave me butterflies.

“How about everything?” He laughed, but nodded. I told the chef to make every breakfast thing he could think of before he walked off.

“So you’ll go out with me tonight?” He asked, smirking.

“Yep.” I said popping the p.

“Should we call this a date? Or does the thought of cheating on your betrothed make you sick to your stomach?” He knew my answer before he asked, I knew he just wanted to hear me say it. And so I said it.

“It’s kind of hot. I’ve never done anything bad in my life. It will be nice to cheat on him, even though it wouldn’t be cheating.” He couldn’t hide his confused face for a second, but he quickly hid it when he could.

“It wouldn’t be cheating?”

“He’ll never have my heart.” He smiled, not smirked, this time.

“How unlucky that boy is.” I laughed and he joined until I heard the door open and slam shut.

“Where is she?” I heard Adam ask the butler at the door. He mumbled dining room.

“Shall I hide somewhere, darling? I have not a shirt on.” It was my turn to smirk.

“No. You’re fine.” He was fine, oh so fine.

“Who is he?” Adam asked when he stepped into the room. His short brown hair was wet. It was still snowing. He wore black slacks and a button up shirt. He looked older than 19 and that made me angry, he called me a child for the clothes that I wore. “Well?” He asked again after a moment.

“This is Demor.” I simply stated, a smile playing on my lips when I looked at him.

“Why is he half naked? In fact, why are you half naked?” He sounded like a father, but not mine.

“We just woke up.” I didn’t dare mention we had slept in separate rooms. This game was much too fun.

“So you fucked him? You are such a whore.” He told me and walked out. I laughed, but Demor did not.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, being serious again.

“He shouldn’t say things like that to you. You aren’t a whore.” I know it shouldn’t make me feel bubbly, but it did.

“Thank you.” I smiled to him. My phone began ringing. “Hello?” It was my father. I sat it down and put it on speaker phone.

“Young lady, what made you think you have the right to have sex with someone other than Adam? I told you to make him happy and you shall. Don’t you dare think about anyone else. You are his now and he is yours. You will apologize to him and make up for it. I do not give a fuck how but you will do it, do you understand?”

“Yes, father, but I didn’t have sex with anyone.” I wouldn’t give him the details of last night.

“I don’t care if you did or not. Hell, maybe you should have sex with Adam! I’m sure you two would like each other more if you did.” I couldn’t believe my own father was telling me this again.

“Is that the only reason you called me?” I asked him, suddenly angry.

“Yes!” He yelled.

“Oh, my birthday wasn’t important enough for you to make a phone call?” I promised myself I would forget that they forgot, but I just couldn’t. I wanted them to feel terrible for it.

“It’s December 3rd already?” He asked, bewildered.

“Yes, father. Happy fucking birthday to me.” I pressed the end button, hanging up on him.

“I’m sorry.” Demor told me, rubbing my arm as the chef brought out our food. “I’m going to make this the best birthday you’ve ever had.” And I knew it was true.