Betrayal

Chapter 12- 'I watch enough Grey's Anatomy'

Dedicated to _castellor for the awesome cover!

Reagan POV

"Reagan! Come out, come out wherever you are."

That voice sent shivers down my spine. Not because I recognized it, but because I didn't. I had no idea who it was. Frantically moving, I turned the water off and grabbed the nearest towel. The bad thing was that I had left my clothes in the room, and those footsteps were getting closer. Bentley was still barking his head off.

"Reagan, you might as well come out here. I'm well aware that you're home. Would you rather be trapped in your room with nowhere to go or downstairs where there is a possibility, albeit mild, that you can escape?"

He had a point, but the fact that he was giving me advice that would actually help was even more suspicious. I quickly turned around and grabbed the only weapon that I could find, which was unfortunately a razor blade. And, it was one of mine, so it was pretty dull. I am screwed. Then, I heard something else that made me pause. Whoever it was opened the door to our room.

"I told you to come out", he said, "Now you literally have nowhere else to go."

So, I turned towards the bathroom window. I would worry about being naked later.

"I wouldn't jump out that window if I were you. We are on the 2nd floor, sweetheart."

Crap. He was right. Even so, looks like I'm going to have to take that chance anyway. Whatever happens to me on the way down is nothing compared to what I'm sure this guy is going to do with me.

"Okay", he knocked on the door, "My patience is running thin. Open the door."

"Not a chance in hell, you massive dick."

"Ooooh. I heard that you had spunk. Looks like you do."

"Take whatever you want, and just leave!", I called out, "If you want money, I can give you money."

"Where's that spunk that you just had a second ago?"

I felt like my heart was in my throat when he opened the bathroom door (that I stupidly forgot to unlock). In the doorway stood a big white guy with tattoos covering every inch of his body. There was even a tattoo of Mickey Mouse giving the finger on his neck. Classy. Still nothing about his identity was coming to mind. His presence made me clutch the towel even tighther around myself.

"Well, well", he licked his lips, "I had no idea that you were naked. That makes this even more...interesting."

"I've already called my husband. He'll be here within 5 minutes."

He easily saw through my lie.

"Lying to me already?", he circled the bathroom and I kept moving a step away from him, "I thought we had something special?"

"I'm not lying."

"Lying again? See, if you weren't so attractive and so...naked, I might actually be pissed at your lack of trust in me. I'm offended."

"I'm no-."

"Lying to me twice is one thing, sweetheart, but three times is just rude. You called your husband?"

"Yep", I said weakly.

"The same husband that I heard you talking to earlier? That same one that's in Paris right now and it would be geographically impossible for him to be here in 5 minutes? We both know that he's not coming here, but I appreciate you trying."

Within 2 seconds, he had me pinned to the wall. I was clutching my towel for dear life.

"I will give you one chance, and one chance only, to go get dressed and meet me downstairs. If you need an incentive to come downstairs, just think of this. How come your son, mum, and dog haven't come in here? Wondering why they're so quiet now?"