Billionaire Obsession

Chapter 3

Alessia's POV:

When I regain my consciousness, I see that I'm not in the cafe anymore.

"We'll meet again, Alessia Carter."

His voice rings in my ears making me shiver even though I'm wrapped in a warm thick duvet cover. I cuddle deeper into it, even though I know it won't protect me from whoever that man was.

"I don't freaking know!" An angry voice makes me jump.

Nicholas?

"I don't know. I won't repeat myself." He growls.

Why is he here? Where am I?

He was the last one in the cafe.
The cafe!
I didn't lock the cafe!

What time is it?

Am I late for work?

Shit.

I push the covers off me only to be greeted with chilly air and I shiver as goosebumps cover my bare legs. My head snaps down and I take in my attire, short pajama shorts with a dress shirt. It is a females dress.

Whose dress am I wearing? Or more importantly, who changed me?

I look at the room, it's pretty bare except for the closet, nightstand, and bed. There is no furniture at all- it must be a guest room or something.

I make my way out of the room and find myself in a living room. It looks beautiful and the interior design and furniture looks expensive. I must be in Nicholas' house, only a billionaire could afford this.

The living room has a glass coffee table with two black leather couches and a black ottoman. There are a few magazines and newspapers on the coffee table and I spot a familiar black suit sprawled on the couch. My eyes wander to the balcony right behind the couch, a glass door separating the balcony from the living room. It's dark out- pitch black. What time is it?

I find a digital clock above a flat screen TV in the living room, reading 3:00 AM. Wow.

"I don't care. I need it as soon as possible." I jump as I hear his voice behind me. "Talk to you later. Bye."

I turn around and watch him as he slips his iPhone in the pocket of his black trousers. His blonde hair is shaggy and his eyes look tired. 
"You're up." He scrutinizes me. 

"Where am I?" I ask even though I think I already know.

"At my place. How are you feeling?" He asks folding his arms across his chest.

I take in the sight of his biceps bulging under his white shirt. Wow.

"I'm okay. Who was that?" I ask not wanting to beat around the bush.

My life might just be in danger.

"I don't know. I'm trying to find out. Do you have any enemies?" He asks curiously.

"No," I lie.

I don't consider Leo Smith as an enemy, but he's not a person I feel safe around either. Besides, he's in jail- what harm could he do to me?

Nick closes his eyes letting out a sigh, "It doesn't make any sense then. You aren't lying, are you?" He looks at me.

"No, I'm not." I lie again.

He mumbles something under his breath.

This is awkward. I'm 21 and I still don't know how to talk to people.