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As he walked me into the house by my arm, I was immediately taken aback by the beautiful home. The outside was quite unkempt but when I stepped into the foyer there was a beautiful crystal chandelier.
Harry walked behind me; I could hear the tapping away on his phone. I walked around a round mahogany table set with a bouquet that resembled the one I’d received earlier that day. I came to the point where the two staircases rounded about and met. The wrought iron design along the stairs was impeccable and genuinely vintage. The wood was deep and the walls were the whitest. Modern paintings hung along to the second floor. For a quick moment, I’d forgotten I was here against my will.
I heard a small cracking sound, when I’d turned around Harry had tossed his phone onto the table and was walking towards me, no expression, no indication of what was to come.
“I have a lot of work to finish and unfortunately I cannot trust you nor do I have to time to explain rules. Bringing you home today wasn’t exactly on my agenda, but there’s no time like the present.”
I just stared at him. His eyes were darker again.
He took my arm the same way he had at the front door and led me up the stairs. His grip was firm and his breathing was shallow. As I towed a step behind him, my heel slipped from the ledge and my body smacked into the wood. I cringed in pain as I felt prominent throbbing in my knee. I would have sworn it shattered.
“Christ.” Harry’s arm dropped with mine but never let go. His fingers dug into my flesh and pulled me back to my feet. When I’d regained my balance he began walking again and that’s when I decided I’d had enough. My knee was fucking throbbing, my head was fucking throbbing, and I was close to petrified but I wasn’t going to let him just have his way with me. I jerked my arm back from his grip. When he turned around to me he was immediately livid with me. My previous adrenaline was sobering and my eyes met his pleadingly.
“Harry, can I please just go home?” I pleaded with him. “I’m sorry I didn’t have sex with you at the club, like I’m sorry I rejected you, it had nothing to do with you, my mind was just other places. But you don’t have to do this.” I felt my eyes begin to water up, “Don’t do this.” I shook my head.
He cocked his brows but didn’t speak a word. His arm latched onto mine again as he dragged me down the hallway and stopped in front of the last door at the very end. My eyes began to push out tears involuntarily and my breathing began to hiccup. Before either of us knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably.
The door had a series of locks. Two auxiliary locks, one a bit higher up, one all the way at the bottom of the door, the doorknob itself needed a key and then there was a padlock.
Harry dug into his jeans pulling out his key ring. He used two separate keys to unlock the padlock and door handle, and then he reached up and down flipping open each auxiliary lock.
“You shouldn’t have run.” He repeated. He placed his hand on the knob and I completely lost it.
“Harry, no please, god, please don’t open that door.” Tears were streaming down my face and I fell to my knees and found myself with my hands on his thighs bowing down to his feet. “I swear I won’t run, I won’t run!” I yelled; I could feel my nose dripping and I saw tears fall atop his boots. I did not want that door to open, I didn’t want to know what was behind it and I most certainly did not want to be behind it.
“Unfortunately, I’m just too busy; I don’t have time to trust you today. It’ll only be a short while. A few phone calls, a few emails, a meeting and I’ll come see you.” He inhaled deeply, if you could make inhaling seem full of aggravation, that’s what he did. “Now stand up.”
