I opened my eyes slowly, bright specks of light fighting their way into my pupil. Blinking rapidly, I adjusted to the light of the place I was in.
Digesting it all in. Adding the pieces together to recall what had happened, and when and where it happened.
Looking around, I find myself in a quiet large suite, laying on my elbows on a king size bed. I cant believe father actually proceeded with his outrageous idea of kidnapping me.
Not only is that against human rights, but it also is illegal! He was playing smart, that I should give him. He played by his rules, which I am very familiar with; let the enemy reveal all his tricks before striking. but didn't think of it because of yesterday's little 'quarrel'.
I got out of the bed and grabbed my head moaning in pain, fucking guards. What kind of drug did they give me this time?
I rested my hand around my head and noticed I'm in yesterday's clothes. A white basic, and ripped skinnies, with my motorcycle leather jacket hanging neatly in the glass closet located on my right.
I could just open the door and walked out, and continue with whatever I have in mind, but of course father had kept some buff dogs in suits outside making sure I stayed their till the end of the night.
I looked through the tiny hole drilled in the hole, and I spot three. Thats a toughy. Might want to look for a faster alternative route. I head to the window, and nope we're at least thirty floors high. Cant risk my beautiful $15,000,000 worth self in a dirty death like so.
I open the door with furrowed brows and eye the three guards standing before my eyes with frustration. They don't turn their sight from the spots each of them is staring at.
A shot in the dark, don't even know why I thought this would work, but I tried walking out. One of the guards standing closest to me, almost 6 foot tall or more, given that I'm a few inches away from his height thats towering me with.
"Sorry sir, we're given instructions that we should not let you out of this room. So please have a seat and enjoy some tea while we receive any further instructions," he falsely smiled at me.
"The name is Alex. And you are not telling me what to do," I pointed at his chest with my index. At this point, I knew there was no way to escape, so might as well have fun while we're at it.
He didn't budge an inch, his hands still in front of him and the multiple cords around his waist and behind his ear still intact.
Almost as if a light bulb lit above my head, I eyed the two other guards with most disgust I could come up with.
"You two," I moved my finger between them both.
"Yes, sir," one of them adjusted his position to face me.
"I'm hungry, get me food. And whatever shit you've given me doesn't help at all," I half yelled at them.
"Please ask the room service for help, sir," the one I first talked to with the short brunette hair replied.
I looked at him with the frustration of a 13 year old drawn into a 23 year olds face. "I want pizza. From Pizza Hut. Now." I threw back at the guy, who interfered and I wasn't even talking to.
He stared into my soul, my hands now crossed and looked back at the other two guards. "Please take sir's order," he said as he looked back at me again. His hazel eyes matching perfectly with the short beard, that I'd never rock like he does, and brunette hair.
I looked back at the other two guys and said with a smile, "I'll have a seafood with extra Crab, please."
The two were about to take off when Mr. Hotty stopped them. "I think you can leave without Jameson," he said after him.
