quickly turned to the older woman and pleaded.
“Excuse me ma’am can you please help me, I have to get out of here it’s not safe for me to be here. Please,” I pleaded to her and for a moment she looked shocked but then her face quickly turned blank.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t help you,” she said with a deep Latin accent. “Rest assured this is the safest place you can be.”
“No, no its not, please…” I whispered as I desperately shook my head.
“Yes it is ,” she persisted. “No one here will harm you sweetie, including Mr. Evers, you should listen to him he knows what’s best for you,” I looked back at him.
He seemed to ignore my plea to this woman. It was only then I whispered ‘Evers.’ Then I saw a strange emotion in his eyes. I couldn’t understand what it was? What was he longing for, that he didn’t have already? I thought bitterly to myself.
“No he doesn’t, please help me.” I tried one last time, knowing very well that this was a losing battle. I could never win with him, hell he even had his staff keep me here locked up like his prisoner. She smiled apologetically then walked away leaving the both of us in the kitchen. “Wait,” I tried to scream but only a whimper came out.
I didn’t want to admit it but I felt afraid to be left alone with him. He was devastatingly handsome and he had a dangerous aura about him. I could feel his gaze on me but I didn’t dare to meet his eyes. So instead I sunk to the floor and wrapped my arms around my legs, breathing deeply trying to calm myself down from a full blow panic attack.
“If you just relax you would see that she’s actually telling the truth,” he said with calm soothing voice.
“Who are you to judge what’s true or not? You’ve got your maid lying for you,” I shouted at him as I got up off the floor. He was really furious now, something told me to run but I was stuck here, frozen.
“I don’t have maids. I have help and they are considered family around here, so I suggest you start showing me some fucking respect,” he shouted at me.
I recoiled as though t that he just might slap me, it felt like he did by the tone in his voice and I deserved it too. Though I didn’t mean any disrespect towards him or his staff, I was just mad. I slumped back down to the floor and for one spilt second I thought I seen him flinched too.
“Stephanie, clear my schedule for this morning. I’m going to be a little late today,” he said as I looked up to see him talking on his cell phone. I then realized I had one more weapon in my arsenal. “Angelina, please get up off the floor,” he said quietly as he put his cell back inside of his pocket.
“It’s not like you care. So why bother,” I countered back at him but he didn’t say anything. “I’ll call the police then,” I threatened.
“Go ahead,” he laughed like I was missing something obvious. “You’ll just be wasting your time.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I got up off the floor again staring at him dumbfounded.
“They won’t help you. I made sure of it,” he said nonchalantly while taking another sip of his coffee. I was shocked when I realized he actually meant it.
“How? Who are you?” I whispered to him.
“I’m Dennis Evers, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier,” he said amused with himself.
Dennis Evers ? It couldn’t possibly be true but it was. Holy shit! I remember Betty saying something about him and his company; wanting to set up some sort of graphic design image for his company and that Impressions was one of the top choices. I didn’t know much about him anyway but from what Betty told me he was a corporate mogul type, rich and powerful. He ran a multibillion dollar business called Evers and Evers Communications at a very young age. That explains a lot, like why he kidnapped me so easily and why his mansion looks like a freaking castle and also why I couldn’t call the police. My face dropped into my hands from