My Kidnapper's Mistake

Chapter 11: Meeting

Anya's P.O.V.

I woke up in my bed wrapped tightly in my duvet. I was still fully clothed, except for my shoes that had been placed neatly beside my bed. My head was clogded up and it felt like I had swallowed a desert. My stomach rumbled. I got out of bed, pulled a hoodie, that belonged to somebody unknown, over my head and tied my hair up in a messy ponytail.

The clock on the wall said that it was three in the morning, so imagine my surprise when I found a strange person sitting at the kitchen island, frowning at his cup of coffee. He looked like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the entire night. Never, since I had been here, had any of the guys had friends over. I doubt that they even have friends outside the Orginization. There could only be one reason for him being here, he was part of the team. I didn't know if he was a new addition or if he had just been MIA this entire time.
"Morning." I chirped as I passed him on my way to the fridge.
"Morning." He mumbled and only lifted his eyes a fraction of a millimeter. With my hand on the fridge door I counted three seconds before his eyes shot up to look at me properly. I had waited for that double take and now that I had gotten it, I opened the fridge and dug around for something to eat.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Anya and yourself?" I found nothing better than an apple and a bottle of water.
"Clive."
"When did you get here?"
"Didn't you see me last night?"
"Nope. Think somebody drugged me." I shrugged, biting into my apple thinking that I might as well start warming up before Julian woke up and started drilling me. I only caught a feint echo of Clive's mumbled comment, "Typical."
I wondered what his problem was, he might be grumpy from lack of sleep but that was no reason to be rude.

I walked through the foyer on my way to the basement and spotted a very feminine looking blouse. If that wasn't a woman's, then Stuart had started to cross dress.
I paused, staring at the sparkly monstrosity tossed into a corner. I felt my cheeks warm up as realization hit me. I looked down at my bare legs, the hoodie that obviously belonged to one of the guys completely covered my shorts. I knew of Tristan's nightly escapades. I hadn't been specifically told what he did when he would go out in the evening and only return the following afternoon, but I had scrubbed my fair share of make-up out of Tristan's shirts on Tuesdays to guess what he got up to, even though he had never brought any girls over. I wanted to sink away through the floorboards from imbaressment, Clive had obviously though that I was Tristan's new plaything and I hadn't helped by saying that I had been drugged.
I picked up the sparkly monstrosity with my thumb and forefinger. I was about to drop it in front of Tristan's bedroom door when it swung open. A petite blond, a few heads shorter than I stared at me. It looked as if all the cogs in her head were turning at full speed. She finally comprehended my presence and smiled at me. I was still holding out the blouse, but she made no move to take it.
"You must be Tristan's twin sister. I see you are not identical, that is really rare." She babbled at such a high pitch that I almost couldn't make out what she was saying.
"I'm not in any way related to Tristan." I corrected her and the smile slid off her face. Now everything made sense. Why Tristan had no moral or self control and why he was so reckless. Tristan's sister must have gotten all the good genes and Tristan had to take the leftovers.
"Wait I thought you said this was your house." She hollered over her shoulder. I glanced over her head and caught a glance of Tristan pulling a shirt over his head. All considering the guy had a stunning physique. Don't judge, I'm not a nun I am allowed to admire a fine body when I see one.
"This is my house." Tristan replied.
"Then who is she." The girl's voice was just getting higher with every word, I was afraid that the bedroom windows might shatter.
"Anya and your name might be?" I had to admit I was a bit amused by the whole situation.
"Zoe." She snapped and looked back at Tristan who was definitaly not going to answer her question any time soon.
"Well as fun as this has been, I was actually heading somewhere so if you could just take your... Very lovely shirt, then I'll leave you two at it." I draped the shirt over her shoulder and made a hasty retreat, before she could pierce my eardrums with her high pitched voice.

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The kitchen was slightly busier when I came back up from the basement. Julian was making coffee, Clive was still at the kitchen island, still looking like something that had escaped from the set of The walking dead and Tristan was leaning against the doorframe, blocking the door to the living room.
"This is all your fault." Tristan said.
"My fault?" Julian questioned.
"Yes, that glance you gave me when you told Clive that he would be sharing a room with me, the one that so obviously said 'give him a great show'."
"I know nothing of the sort." Julian countered but the smirk on his face told another story.
"Bullshit. You see, this is why I never bring them home, because once you bring them to your house and not to a cheap motel it suddenly becomes more than a one night stand or a hook up or whatever you'd like to call it." Tristan ranted throwing glances over his shoulder onto the living room.
"Well, I think she is rather nice. You really struck gold with this one." I commented after I had finally figured out what the argument was about. Tristan glared at me and I gave him my most innocent smile. Julian burst out laughing, so much so that he spilled his coffee due to the movement.
"Wait it wasn't you that he came in with?" Clive asked me.
"No, he wouldn't get that lucky." I was glad that thst got cleared up quickly.
"I'm glad you all find this amusing, but who is going to tell the squeaky toy that she must leave." Tristan asked, scowling at us.
"To be fair, you brought her here." Tristan stared daggers at Julian, who held up his hands in surrender.
"Hey who is the pretty lady in the living room?" Kevin popped up out of nowhere.
"Go talk to her Kevin." I ordered and he obliged, pushing Tristan to the side.
He returned after a few seconds, clutching his ears.
"Where the hell did you get her, the Whistle store?" Kevin almost shouted.
"Very funny. Now go tell her to leave." Tristan said.
"No way am I going back in there."
Just then Jason joined the party and Tristan jumped at the opportunity.
"Hey, Jay. Jason. My pal..." Tristan didn't get to finish his sentence.
"What do you want?"
"You see the pretty blond on the couch," He pointed to Zoe and Jason nodded, "tell her to leave."
Oddly enough Jason did tell Zoe to leave. She had put up a very squeaky protest and I was once again fearful that the windows might shatter. This had been a very eventful morning.

"Clive we need to fill you in on everything. Meet us in the study in fifteen minutes." Julian ordered and I took it as my cue to go get dressed.