Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the crevices between the curtain and rested on Anne’s face.
She groaned and pulled the sheets over her face , trying to block out the light .
A loud music blares from Anne’s phone laying on the bedside table, she three the sheet off her face and turned to the direction the sound was coming from.
She glared at the phone like it had offended her.
Anne dislikes anything that disrupts her sleep, and this phone seems to be doing just that.
She reaches for the phone and looks at the screen.
Her eyes widen instantly as it lays on the caller ID.
She quickly accepts the call and places the phone on her ear.
“Anne…. Are you ok?” The voice from the other side of the phone was filled with worry.
“I’m fine Claire” Anne replied but that did very little to ease the worry of her best friend.
“What do you mean you’re fine? Nikolai sent his boys over yesterday. They came looking for you. I even heard they turned your apartment upside down. Did you really kill three of his boys?” Claire’s voice was stricken with panic as though she was the one Nikolai was after.
“They wanted to take me to their boss yesterday but I only knocked then out. Someone else killed them Claire.” Anne explained with her palm on her forehead.
Her eyes were closed, she thought about how doomed she had become.
“Where are you right now?. I was worried you got caught. ” Claire sounded like someone who was close to shedding tears of relief.
“I’m somewhere safe”
“How sure are you that it’s safe Anne?. Did you still go on that mission last night?”.
Anne already knew that Claire was not going to like her reply, Claire had sternly warned her not to after Mr. Daemon.
He was known as a really dangerous man despite him not being in the underworld business.
Claire had told her countless stories of how people who crossed paths with Mr. Daemon met a gruesome end.
He really was the devil in human form.
Regardless of all the warnings from her best friend, Anne still chased after this so-called king of hell.
The poor girl could die of a heart attack if she told her that she had been kidnapped by the devil himself.
“No, I changed my mind at the last minute. ” Instantly, Claire released a huge sigh of relief.
“Your top priority right now is to stay safe , I think you should move out of the country, dye your hair and just change your name to Lily. Nikolai has vowed to have your head, I’m really scared for you Anne.”
The idea sounded both ridiculous and brilliant at the same time.
She didn’t even have the luxury of freedom, if she made any attempt to adhere to Claire’s advice, fleeing Nikolai would be the least of her worries.
“I’m fine Claire I promise. I’m somewhere safe” She assured Claire, a heavy sigh was released by Claire.
She was quiet for a moment.
” Ok, I believe you Anne.
But you should call me to update me on your well-being ok?.
I’d keep finding ways to help you from over here.
” Claire sounded like a mother hen, her voice full of warmth as she spoke.
” I will Claire.
Thanks a lot” Anne heard masculine voices in the background.
“I’ve got to go. Bye” Immediately the call goes off, Anne takes the phone off her ear and lets it fall into her lap with a soft thud.
She needed to formulate a plan.
And fast.
She got off the bed, went into the bathroom and wow!..… The white tiles shone, the shower head , faucet were golden in colour as well as every other bathroom fixture.
They gave off a warm glow as light rested on them.
Anne’s eyes grew wide, mouth agape subconsciously.
Seriously…
Did the luxury of this place know no end?.
Why did every door reveal an out of this world type of room?
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Anne took her time in the bathroom, enjoying the warm water as it cascaded down her milky and flawless skin, she even released a contented sigh while she slowly twisted the golden knob to turn off the shower. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Her damp red hair deepened to a rich auburn as she stepped out of the bathroom.
She almost didn’t mind that she was kidnapped, if it meant she had to experience the premium side of life.
Just as she walked to what she thought was a wardrobe thinking of what to wear, three knocks sounded at the door.
Her head whipped in the direction of the door with furrowed brows.
“Good morning Miss Anne , the master requests your presence downstairs for breakfast.” The voice of a maid came through the door, a pair of retreating footsteps followed.
Anne rolled her eyes as she proceeded to get dressed.
The clothes she found were flashy and a lot different from what she was used to wearing back at home.
The wardrobe itself wasn’t even a wardrobe.
It was a freaking walk-in closet that looked two times the size of her rundown apartment.
This man’s house spelt wealth in a hundred different languages.
She took the elevator to the last floor and the butler showed her the way to the dining table.
Anne approached the long table which looked like it could hold a banquet for a king.
From where she was standing, Daemon looked like he was sitting a million miles away even though he was only at the head of the table.
She walked past more than 15 chairs before she finally got to the chair closest to him on his right side.
To Anne , the idea of such a long dinning table was ridiculous especially for someone who lived alone.
She could remember the times she ate with Claire, even without such extravagance, they enjoyed every meal together, sharing stories and laughing over every joke.
She sat down in her chair, Daemon’s eyes fell on Anne.
He could see the little woman judging his taste, it was written all over her face.
A sly smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
When others schooled their expressions around him and accepted everything he threw at them.
This woman dared to scrunch her nose and look at everything he did like he was either crazy or straight up ridiculous.
Oh kitten, you’re really something else.