Tiffany gulped as she looked at him from over her shoulder. She wanted to cry, seriously was close to crying, but she had to be strong. Should she tell him the honest truth? Was she afraid that if she told him, he would be just like Victor? Darius's gripped tightened on her wrist, making her wince in pain. His grip loosened a bit and he frowned.
"Why? You wanted my help and yet you won't even tell me the truth. Why?" He asked with an annoyed sigh.
Why? She didn't know why she was afraid. She then stood her ground and turned her attention fully on him.
"If I tell you, it must be somewhere away from here, no one can hear what I am about to say." She informed him.
He nodded, "We can go to my house if you wish." He said.
"Take me there and I will tell you what is going on, the truth this time." She said. "But please don't turn against me after."
"I wouldn't do that." His brows furrowed. "A man would not betray another’s trust."
He led her over to his black mustang. She looked the car over with shock. A motorcycle and now this? He was pretty wealthy to be able to afford this too. He raised an eyebrow at her, a grin upon his face.
"Afraid?" He asked teasingly.
"No...” She got into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt, safety first. "So where is your house?"
He got into the driver seat and started the ignition, "Just a few blocks away actually."
He didn't live to far away, that was a good thing. He drove off and merged into traffic. She gripped her seat with slight fear. Crap, he liked to go fast. She was already regretting getting in the car, her stomach doing flips.
"Shouldn't you slow down a bit, perhaps?" She asked, her body tensed up.
"I'm only going 65 MPH." He chuckled.
"The limit is 45 though..." She panicked.
He laughed a hearty laugh, throwing back his head. This was dangerous, very dangerous. Finally after 15 minutes on the road, they arrived at a large 2 story stone house that made her mouth drool. She couldn't believe he was actually this rich. He parked the car in a 3 door garage and got out, going around the car to open her door.
"Right this way, my lady." He teased her.
She frowned as she cautiously got out of the car. Even the garage seemed quite luxurious. He led her into the house. A man greeted them with a slight bow and offered her a glass of lemonade. Taking a sip, she felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine. This was pretty tasty for just lemonade. She pursed her lips and set the glass down on the black marble counter.
"This way, here's my study room. I use it as an office too." He informed her.
They entered the large room and she nearly fell to her knees, what the hell was up with this man? This study room was something she wished she could have herself, but sadly all she had was her little apartment with a single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and tiny living room. He gestured to an empty seat in front of his desk. Sitting, she looked over at him as he sat in his own seat.
"Start." Was all he said.
Start? Where should she begin? She would begin with her childhood then.
"It pretty much all started when I was a child. I had a happy life with my parents. It was good being an only child, sometimes. My dad loved to take me and my mom out for ice cream nearly every day during summer." She chuckled softly at the memory. "My dad then died, I was only eleven when he died."
