Secret Feelings

Chapter Seven- Rage

My hands grabbed my towel back up like a simple reflex. I turned around to meet those familiar stormy eyes.
"What in hell is this. Can't you knock?" I screamed out in annoyance.

"Knock. To enter my room. It doesn't work that way Cara." He said with a hint of amusement.

So he found this funny.

"Cara." I questioned "My name's Kira not Cara. I thought all kidnappers knew their victims."
This guy was so infuriating.

He chuckled.
"I wasn't saying your name." He retorted with a sly smile slowly spreading across his face.

He brushed passed me and I got a whiff of his strong cologne.
Nice scent for a terrible personality.

"What were you saying about this room being yours." I asked him.

He had a blank expression across his face.
"Apparently it is." He arched a brow. "Got a problem with that."

"Me. You. In this room." I asked to confirm.

He chuckled again. His deep raspy voice vibrating.
"Tempting offer. But no, conversation with you was hell. Being in the same room with you...." He shook his head. "I don't think so."

I held a tighter grip on the towel, wishing it covers as much as it exposes.
"Offer." I rolled my eyes. "That's the last thing I'll offer to you."

He turned away from me to the wide closet, pulling its door open.
"Don't get yourself worked up. Yes. This is my room, but I won't be staying here."

It was when he began to pull out Armani suits, shirts, jeans and other male clothing from the closet. That's when I understood what he meant.

"Enjoy your stay." He said sarcastically.
Leaving the room with a heap of clothes in his arms.
"If you need anything, my room's down the hall." He added before closing the door behind.

Like I would want to go there.
If this was his room.

My gaze diverted to the bedside table.

My soul will go to the devil if what I think is in there. Isn't there.

I pulled open the drawers and frowned slightly.
One guess score for me.

I tore my gaze from the box of condom sitting in the drawers to the huge bed.

How many girls had this bed accommodated. Ten. Twenty. A hundred.

As much as I appreciated the gesture of taking me away from that place. I couldn't sleep on this bed.
I don't want to sound selfish or ungrateful.

I needed to look for another room.
I quickly stepped out of the room, thus house was huge so I'm sure they've got to be like four or five rooms. Beside they won't mind be taking another room as long as I don't escape.

Dante's room was down the hall, the room opposite mine was not suitable for use.
I proceeded to check out the last room next to mine.

I turned the door knob  and was about to push it open.