He is Hot. He is Wicked and He is My Kidnapper.

What A Mess!!! (4)

Chapter 4

The inside of the house was similar to the outside with light colours and calm looks. She carefully stepped through, eyes trained on the twins' back who were ahead of her. They were the same hieght with the same hairstyle, which made it hard to differentiate between them. And she could do so only because they wore different clothing now. They looked identical.Of course they should be you dummy, she thought to herself. Her eyes drifted to them again.They are called fraternal twins right? She frowned. Or was it something else?

They opened a door and waited till she was through. They had taken her the kitchen.

She gasped. Such a mess!

“How do you live here??” she asked flabbergasted. She wrinkled her nose. Eww. Dirty dishes were piled on the sink, the cabinets were open and pans were still on the stove. There was a rancid smell which suspiciously smelt of rotten milk coming from the fridge.

“Usually, its worse,” shrugged Mr. Bull. Alexis couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that people can live in such a state of uncleanness.

“Sit here,” said Mr. Bull pointing her to the kitchen table. Her eyes bugged out. Double Eww. The table was hidden beneath numerous shopping bags and open cereal boxes with other stuff she didn't waste time looking at.

“Don’t you guys have a house keeper?” she asked.

“No,” said Unnamed Gunman No.1, who looked a bit ashamed at the mess, “It’s too much of a risk.”

She sat down in a chair farthest from the table. Thankfully the chairs seemed clean.The three took their seats in the remaining chairs and waited. She stared down at her linked hands, the handcuffs shining under the fluorescent lights. Kyle broke the silence.

“If your cooking is good, I’ll decide to forgive you.” His tone was haughty.

“What for?”

“For everything you did since we met.” She raised an eyebrow.“I didn’t ask for your forgiveness,” she said stubbornly.

The twins snickered and Mr. Bull glowered. She looked back at her hands. Another moment of silence. She shifted in her chair, the handcuffs cutting into her skin. Bear it, don’t be a namby-pamby, she lectured herself. And what were they waiting for again?

“Ermm…am I a prisoner?” she asked after a few minutes, sticking out her manacled hands.

“You are a guest,” said Husky entering the room. She gave a slight start but it didn't miss his eyes. He gave a knowing smirk. Taking his time, he placed the car keys on the counter and sat down in the last chair saying, “Actually, you are going to be the housekeeper.”

“What?” she shrieked, “I should clean this mess???”

"Urm...yeah?" he said.

"But this is your mess!!!" she cried. She struggled not to stamp her foot.

"Since you are the house-keeper, it is going to be your responsibilty," he stated calmly.

Urgh. As she fumed, Husky casually took off his mask and ran his fingers through his hair. She stared. Hot damn. 

The first thing that she noticed were his eyes. His eyes were bright blue and mesmerizing. He had dark brown hair, almost black, a few strands falling into his eyes. And when he looked up through those lashes, she froze. She noticed that his hair was tied it up in a small ponytail at the base of his neck with a rubber band. His high cheekbones gave him those looks that would have done better on a magazine cover page. Chills went down her spine.