Lucy Heartfillia and her three friends were dragged into the world of businessmen and mafias about a year ago by Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney aka 'The Twin Dragons'. The two men bought Lucy along with her friends at an auction and the four of the...
His answer leaves me more confused than I've been in a while, so the rest of the car ride is silent until we reach his home. To think, I thought Sting and Rogue's place was extravagant...
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Mr. Dragneel opens my door once again and walks me through the large front doors. The inside of the home is just as beautiful as the outside, shiny wood floors, a beautiful staircase, an open living room and kitchen. It's unbelievable. "Might wanna close your mouth there, princess." He chuckles and I blush in embarrassment when I notice my mouth was in fact, wide open.
"S—sorry," I clear my throat and stand there silently, waiting for him to take me to some basement or dirty room to stay in. He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs and down a couple hallways until we reach a door. He opens it and I swear it lead me to the most beautiful bedroom I've ever seen. "Ah, is t..this yours?"
"Nope, it's all yours," he smirks and looks down at my shocked expression.
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"Th—this is mine?" I stamper.
"Of course. Why act so shocked?"
"W..well Master Sting and Master Rogue kept the four of us in dark tiny rooms, we didn't even have beds. I didn't expect.." he cuts me off by grabbing my waist and pulling me in close to his face. One hand on my lower back and the other on my cheek. He leans in incredibly close to my neck and whispers.
"They aren't your masters anymore. And, I'm nothing like them, Miss Lucy. I have plenty of time to prove that to you," with that, he leaves the room. Leaving me not only confused but hot and bothered. I take a deep breath and walk slowly around the room, taking it all in. I jump when I hear the door open again, and Mr. Dragneel pops his head in the room. "I, uh, forgot to tell you. Your bathroom in behind that door and your closet is behind that one."
"Th-thank you, sir."
He smiles and winks. "Night, princess," I bite my lip as he leaves the room once again. Goddamn, who knew one man could have this much going for him. He's the definition of sexy, the type of man who makes you melt into a puddle with one glance. I snap myself out of my thoughts and head towards the bathroom. Of course, the bathroom is just as beautiful as every other room in this house. I grab a couple towels off the rack, and they're warm. I set them on the counter and turn on the shower. Even though I bathed earlier, I feel dirty. As I remove my dress and shoes, I can't help but think about whether or not this is all just an act, like maybe he's treating me so well to get me to trust him. I don't really want to think about that topic though.
I jump in the shower and the hot water instantly turns my skin bright red, but it feels nice. Honestly, I can't help but be worried about where Levy, Erza, and Juvia ended up. I hope to god they didn't end up with people as bad as Sting and Rogue. Together, the two of them were easier to handle. But, I can't imagine any of us dealing with anyone like them alone. I know I wouldn't have been able to take it.
Once my skin really starts burning I know its time to get out. Mr. Dragneel already had tons clothes prepared in the closet for me, and luckily I found the comfy ones. I throw on shine shorts, socks, and a t-shirt and crawl into the bed. It's easily the comfiest thing I've ever lied on. I snuggle under the blanket and curl into a ball. Is it bad to be enjoying myself? I should've be happy about this at all. I've been bought like I'm some toy at the store. But...Mr. Dragneel seems so different, especially compared to Sting and Rogue. The good minute we came into contact with them, they had no respect for us whatsoever. But, he has. He hasn't made racy comments about my body or tried to touch me. Not that I would exactly mind if he did. Damn, I shouldn't be thinking like that either. Whether he gives me respect, is handsome, or whatever it doesn't change the fact that he bought me. No matter what, my goal is to get the hell out of this chain and find my friends. I won't leave them behind, because I know they wouldn't leave me behind either. We always tried our bed to protect one another when Sting or Rogue went overboard on one of us, comforted each other when we were sad. That's what kept us alive durning our time with those monsters, and there's no way in hell I'm leaving that behind.
