Nanny Affair

Chapter twenty two

LISA COLMAN

"It's all your fault," they kept on saying. I tried covering my ears and save myself from the words but they were still as loud

I look around for a door but nothing, I was trapped with these voice. It was horrific, I was alone but I was hearing people so close to my ear. They got even louder the more I tried hiding from them. What's happening? I can seem to get out of this hell hole

"Leave me alone," I whispered hoping they will go away, "Just go away," my voice gets louder and I could feel my heart beating even with screaming voices around me

"Leave me alone," I jerk awake from my slumber only to realize it was a dream, a weird one in fact. My head is throbbing and the light coming in through the large window is not doing any good for my eyes. It takes a while for me to notice am in a room I've never been before. There's white curtains hat have been left open, the bed am sleeping on is huge with white sheets too. Almost everything in the room is white

"Where the hell am I?" The last thing I remember is being with Belle and Robin. Where the hell are they? Questions flood my mind as I try to decipher what happened until I ended up here. Nothing seems to come back from yesternight. I can only remember being at the club and then everything else after that is black. I get out of the sheets only to find myself in a long black shirt, I touch myself everything starting to get scary

Did I spend the night the night with someone? That couldn't have happened, I couldn't do this to Logan. Oh no, Logan. I look around for my bag or my clothes but there's nothing in the room that belongs to me. The fear grew the more I grew desperate looking through the closet which only had empty hangers

Confusion and fear fuel in and it becomes a mess. I walk out the door that was slightly open and enter a hallway. There's a big difference between the room I was in and the hallway. The hallway was painted in matte black with noting but flower vessels decorating it and small lights that didn't look like they brightened the place enough

"Anyone here?" I shout hoping am not in a murderers house

"Hey," a voice says from behind startling me. I turn to find a shirtless man smiling at me
"You're awake,"

He was familiar, I had seen him before. Before I can ask any questions my legs grow weak and my vision blurs but before my body touches the ground, strong arms hold me up

"You really shouldn't have drunk that much," I hear him say even with the annoying ringing in my ears. We met last night, I only talked to that one guy last night, his face wasn't clear in my mind but it must have been him. Did we?

I feel myself being placed on the soft sheets I was in before. After a while of hearing him move around, I feel a cold towel on my forehead. I was still weak to open my eyes and when I did my vision was still blurred. After resting for a while, I feel myself get back the energy I had lost before and try sitting up. The man was still seated beside me a glass of water in his hand

"Here take this," he says handing me a pill and the glass of water he had in his hand. I look att him suspiciously making him sigh
"It's just some medicine for that hangover you've got," he reassures understanding just why I had looked at him. I take the pill even with my mind being all over and still feeling unsafe with the man

"Where am I?" I ask placing the glass on the small table next to the bed

"At my house," he replies not breaking his gaze on me. It was freaking me out on the inside at how calm he was but I didn't show it

"And my ummh" I look at my half naked body

"Your clothes," he chuckles making me even more awkward," You messed your clothes yesterday so I had to take them off,"

My eyes grow wide, a stranger had just seen me naked. Where the hell were my friends when this guy was taking me to his house

"Don't worry, nothing happened. I just changed your clothes since my house help was off. They're all clean all now. I'll bring them for you and then you can have breakfast,"

"No," I say immediately those words leave his lips. I felt relief wash over me when he assured nothing happened, I didn't feel any different and he didn't look like a man who had had sex with anyone the night before. Maybe he showered, I tune off the voice in my head that had brought all this nervousness and focus on what I was saying
"Just bring me my things so I can go home," my voice was small but he didn't hesitate. He just nods and walks out. I place my hand on my chest trying to take in deep breaths to help me focus

"Here you go," he walks in this time with his shirt on and my clothes well and bag in his hand

"Thank you," I say looking at him hesitating. He raises his eyebrows a smile falling back on his face before walking out without a word. I get up quickly taking off the black shirt and putting my dress back on and my sweater even with the sun that seemed to get brighter by the minute. I take my bag and look through to find my phone and I almost fall back to bed when I find Logan missed calls

Logan: 67missed calls

Looking through my texts I find more of his texts and voicemails. I don't even bother to listen to any of them. I dial his number as I walk out my shoes in my hand and my phone on my ear. It was ringing but he wasn't picking up. I knew something was wrong and I hated myself for not being there for him. I manage to find the staircase, the house was not any different from Logan's, long hallways and staircases and this one looked like it was just a few rooms less

"Am leaving now," I say when I find the man standing in the kitchen that was visible once you were at the bottom of the staircase

"I will ask my driver to take you home," he offers but I quickly shake my head cursing at how bad it aches

"I'll just take a taxi," I say looking around to find the door

"I promise you, it'll take hours before a taxi comes by and Ubers don't usually like coming to these sides," He says walking towards me a cup in his hand
"Just let my driver take you home it's gonna be alright," his hand touches my shoulder and I flinch shocking him. He looks at me like he has a million questions but he doesn't say anything

"Okay," I say. He leads me out and after instructing the driver he waves at me and walks back to his house.

"Ma'am I'll just bring the car, please wait here," the older man in a suit says and I nod. Just when the black car stops in front of me, my phone buzzes

"Logan," I say immediately I pick up. I wait for him to answer me, "Logan are you alright," I say getting in the car when the driver opens the door for me

"Talk to me please," I beg tears welling in my eyes, "Are you okay baby, Logan please," tears are already running down my cheeks when I don't hear him say a word

"Logan talk to me, please," my voice was disappearing, the lump in my throat growing, "What's wrong," The car was already out of the large compound and on the road

"Come home," he finally says his voice just as deep but shaky. Is he crying? What is going on? and why is he home this early? It must have been bad and I was drunk as shit when he was trying to reach me. More tears fall down my cheeks as the questions run through my mind. I was not there for him when he needed me most and all of this is because of me. I felt like the car was not moving at all, it felt like hours when we got to Logan's house

"Thank you," I say to the driver as I get out of the car. The only thing in my mind being Logan and how he was...