Breaking his Mask

Chapter 5

Zac Efron as Zack Wyles

I relaxed in relief. 

"That must be the driver. I'll tell him we are busy and to come back later," he smirked. I quickly nodded my head waiting for Tristan to get off of me. Tristan opened the door halfway and poke his head out. 

"Come back in ten minutes," he ordered. He turned around to face me to take in my state. My swollen lips, disheveled hair, and unzipped dress. I tried to smile. I really did but I felt to anxious. He must have seen the struggle. He quizzically raised one of his eyebrows, as if daring me to say no.

"We should be done by then," he informed and went to close the door.

"I am afraid I can't do that," the driver smirked. He forcefully pulled the door open. He punched Tristan square in the jaw. Tristan who was caught completely off guard toppled back over the car seats. He landed towards me. Everything clicked into place for him. He viciously stared at me  and lunged for me. I rolled myself farther from him. Tristan's hand made contact with my face and left a huge stinging pain. 

"You set this up, bitch. You're gonna regret it," he dangerously terrorized. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he dragged me to the other side of the car. I screamed and kicked, trying to endure the pain. I met Wyles' eyes and I knew he had a plan. Tristan opened the car door to find the car surrounded by a crowd of men dressed in black suits. I stopped struggling and caught my breath. 

"Let her go," Wyles advised, calmly. 

Tristan acted as if he was letting go. He suddenly put his hands around my neck. You know how it feels to squeeze an empty water bottle. Well that water bottle was basically me, in his hands. I wheezed and gagged. 

"Hel...p..," I slurred. Wyles and a couple men pulled Tristan off of me and landed blows until he was unconscious. Everything happened so quick. I spotted the men around me in a circle, make way for a man. My vision blurred. The man was coming closer and closer. He stopped in front of me. I held my throat and looked up to meet the grey, torrid eyes of Mr.Clarke. My head pounded and my throat went dry. I desperately tried to hold on for balance. My dizzy head couldn't keep up with me and my mind went blank. I felt myself falling into the stiff arms of someone...then everything went dark. 

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I woke up to find sunlight streaming through heavily curtained windows. 

"Mhmm..where am I?" I groggily asked, the still blurry figure sitting next to me. I was sleeping on soft pillows in a warm bed. I felt lightheaded when I try to sit up, so I laid back down. My vision came into focus. The person next to me was Mr.Clarke. Awkwardly, I tried to pat down my hair, it was probably a bird's nest. The make up I wore the day before was smeared all over my face. 

"Mr.Clarke, what are you doing here? Wait what am I doing here?" I sat up, the warm sheets fell to my waist. For a second I was shocked. My dress? I was in my bare underwear. Currently Mr.Clarke could see too. I gave out a yelp and pulled the sheets around me. 

"Who undressed me?" I bellowed, angrily. My cheeks flamed red in embarrassment. Unfazed by my revealing, Mr.Clarke dismissed my question with a wave of his hand. His eyes never leaving mine. 

"Why did you go alone with Anderson, when Wyles specifically directed the opposite," he questioned, straight and to the point. 

"I couldn't seduce him with you around. It would draw too much attention, and..and..I just couldn't with you right next to me," I replied. 

I muttered,"Can't concentrate when I am next to you." It was said under my breath. I hoped he wouldn't catch that. Mr.Clarke continued to stare at me with a stoic expression upon his face. 

"I don't trust you, Ms.Richards," he proclaimed, "The lengths and danger you were ready to go to get me to put faith in you is quite suspicious. What you did was tread on dangerous territory. Tristan is a man every woman should be afraid of-"

"Oh, trying to put me in my place dear, Sir? How dare you? I will choose to be afraid of whoever I want, not who you tell me to be," I retaliated. 

"Would you like to know the state I found you in, when you collapsed into my arms, Isla? You have a bruises all over you and your back was exposed, your dress unzipped. He could have taken advantage of you, and he would have not stopped if you said no. If Wyles was any minute late..", Clarke trailed off. 

My eyes were wide open. My blush spread across my cheeks once again. I felt absolutely humiliated because Clarke was bloody right. Any second late and even a kick in Tristan's private part would have not stopped him from getting what he wanted. At that moment, what he wanted was bloody me. My eyes slowly started to fill with water. I kept telling myself, No, no , no I am not going to cry in front of Clarke. I looked up at the ceiling to prevent the tears from spilling out. Avoiding eye contact and speaking to Clarke, I turned away from him and buried my face into my pillow. 

"Clothes shall be brought to you. You may join me downstairs for breakfast with others. I suppose it would be best if you keep our arrangement silent. By that I mean your kidnap and your attempt to prove me wrong," his cold voice instructed, "Do you understand?"

I nodded yes, face down. Clarke promptly stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed,  he placed a phone on the nightstand. I perked up at the thought of him having enough trust in me. Nah, he was probably going to tap into my conversations on whoever I call. 

Noticing my shock Clarke he confirmed, "Save your stupidity for another time. You will always be monitored at all times." 

"Cameras everywhere," he smirked. Briefly glancing along the room, letting me notice them. He met my eyes and held eye contact for a moment. He let himself out. Leaving me to take a look around.