His Possession

8: You're not leaving

"We can hide things away. But we can't forget."

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I wake up to the gentle rays of the sun streaming through the window, casting a radiant glow upon the room. Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I turn my head, only to find Blake's spot on the bed empty. A sense of curiosity tugs at me, and I can't help but wonder where he could have gone. Letting out a yawn, I slip out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom. After a brief search, I locate an extra towel and toothbrush, ready to embark on my shower routine.

Stepping out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed from the warm shower, my gaze falls upon a neatly folded set of clothes resting on the freshly made bed. Did Blake leave these for me? Curiosity piqued, I examined the garments—a pair of sleek black jeans and a sky blue sweater. With a shrug and a hint of gratitude, I decided to don the outfit, feeling a sense of connection to the mysterious person who left it for me.

Exiting the room, I make my way to the expansive living room from the previous night. Now that the fear of being kidnapped has dissipated, I can truly appreciate the grandeur and intricate design of the house.

It's like a magnificent mansion, with a silver staircase leading to an open area, the main entrance facing it and the living room positioned to the left. Cream-coloured walls adorned with famous paintings reflect the golden hour effect created by the sun's gentle rays seeping through the windows. The sight before me is undeniably breathtaking.

Stepping into the living room, a sense of solitude surrounds me. "How am I supposed to navigate this unfamiliar territory without any guidance?" I groan softly, my voice carrying a tinge of frustration. Unexpectedly, a whisper brushes against my ear, causing me to yelp in surprise. I swiftly turn around, only to be met by the gaze of a striking young man who seems to be thoroughly amused.

"Weren't you taught to announce your presence when entering a room?" I retort snarkily, unable to hide my mild irritation.

Yet, despite my irritation, I can't help but notice the undeniable handsomeness of this stranger. His brown hair, accentuated by silver highlights, falls effortlessly around his face, adding to his captivating charm.

Ignoring my remark, he offers me a playful smirk. "I can be of assistance, you know," he whispers, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. His sparkling eyes meet mine, and I find myself momentarily captivated by their playful allure.

Summoning a fake smile, I muster up the courage to ask him a favour. "Could you please accompany me back home?" I inquired, hoping he would oblige. His gaze lingers on me for a few seconds, an unspoken message passing between us, creating an uncomfortable tension.

"What's in it for me?" he queries, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, as if he's thoroughly enjoying this banter.

With a hint of sarcasm, I reply, "Hmm, how about food?" A genuine offer, but he responds with laughter.

"You must be joking," he scoffs. "Food alone won't suffice." His tone is filled with amusement, as if he's well aware of his own charms.

"Well, I'm open to suggestions then. After all, who in their right mind would refuse a good meal?" I retort, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

A self-assured smirk graces his face as he steps closer to me. "Darling, food is the least of my concerns. However, if you're implying that we share a meal together, like a date, then I must say, that piques my interest," he responds, his voice laced with confidence.

My eyes trail from his head to toe, taking in his undeniable attractiveness. "You're undeniably handsome," I admit, unable to resist flashing a flirtatious smile.