I sat in my dining room, Liam across from me and five well-built men standing between us and the doors. It was intimidating, awkward; I could feel the heavy weight of their stares on us. If they weren’t looking at us, they weren’t looking anywhere.
Sucking in a breath I stood up, my fists firmly place on the table so I wouldn’t be tempted to grab something and throw it at them.
“Alright look,” I started taking in the sight of each strong muscled man. “You guys need to all relax, you’re making me very uncomfortable AND THIS IS MY HOUSE! So, I’m going to show Liam here to his room, it’ll be directly across from mine, and then I myself am going to bed.” My voice was firm, my posture perfect. I was afraid to say I took on the attitude of a Devroux. Without another word I pushed past Main Mr. Buff, Liam on my heels. Thankfully he didn’t have a girl with him when he appeared at my door; I would have made her walk home.
“So, what did you do?” I questioned as we walked up the stairs. I had planned to put him with me on the top floor, and that’s what I was going to do.
“What?”
“Why do you need five well-muscled men to protect you? What did you do?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“You’re staying at my house for the time being. There are four guys in my kitchen and the biggest of five is following us. You have guards, ok? There are guards in my house, as I see it; with the amount of protection you have my life is potentially in danger. Therefore I have the right to know what exactly is going on.”
“You really would make a good lawyer.”
“Your attempts at changing the subject are futile.”
“I’ll tell you in time, alright. That’s as good as it will get, you’re right, you have a right to know. Now, if this is my room I bid you goodnight Ms. Devroux”
I watched the door close. He was nothing like his mom, his mom the dragon. He didn’t lead into much information, but he wasn’t frigid. Sighing I leaned my head against the wall next to his door. I couldn’t explain why, but I suddenly felt extremely restless, like I just wanted to break free and run as long as I could.
I could feel his eyes on me, dark and mysterious, calculating. Eyes that took everything in, no detail ever overlooked. It was unnerving the way he stared without blinking,
Straightening up I pulled an old skeleton key from my pocket, the metal cool against my heated skin. The house was old, very old, renovated to look modern. We kept some minuscule details though, small things to remind us that the house was here long before we were. Granted, there was only one door in the house that always stayed locked, and I didn’t want to change the lock, so I just kept the key with me everywhere I went.
Turning, I started walking down the hall that led to the stairway that would lead to the very top floor. The guard who followed us up continued to follow me, another guard taking his place at Liam’s door. I didn’t question it.
My fingers wrapped around the smooth wooden surface of the guard rail as I ascended the stairs. Most of the rooms up here could be considered storage, but they were empty. What would a family need storage rooms for when they didn’t really collect anything? It was sad, the thought that my parents didn’t care enough to keep anything from my school years. I did, I had items tucked in boxes in my closet. As a child I did it because I never lost hope that one day my parents would start to care, that they would want to catch up on what they missed. I was wrong, but keeping things from school just stuck with me.
Silently I stuck the key into the lock on the door. I was iffy about letting Mr. Guard into this room, but I doubt he would leave me alone. So without another thought on the matter I turned the key and opened the door.
