Or maybe I can get him fired. Call me vindictive, but fuck him too.
“Shhh, all this screaming will hurt your throat, and I have better plans for it tonight.”
The audacity!
“If you think I’m going to sleep with you again after?—”
“I don’t think. I know.”
I resume my blows on his back just as he reaches the doors and enters, goose bumps popping all over my skin at once as the cold AC air settles on me, and a shudder rushes through me. “Put me down.”
“A little patience,moy cvetochek.”
“Do not call me that! I’m no longer your anything.”
He ignores me, of course he does, and walks farther into the house, and for the first time, I have to really study it, although there isn’t much to study in the first place.
It looks almost like a replica of his parents' house, with the gold and beige dominating the color scheme, along with the glistening marble and expensive antiques spread throughout.
That’s about it, though, since the spacious hallway, living room, and dining room don’t have any furniture.
The terrace seems to be shut, so for now, the only route to escape is through the main doors, but he probably has cameras here. Still, I do my best to memorize everything so I can use it to my advantage once I get the chance.
We pass by several walls where I see various oil paintings, probably dating back to the nineteenth century, depicting images fromNorse mythology.I recognize the various gods and goddesses.
Odin, Thor, Freya, Sif, Frig, Njord, Alva just to name a few, all majestic in their glory.
I pause at the Thor who is showcased holding his hammerMjölnirwith his two magical goats on either side of him as thunder cracks the sky and lights him up so gorgeously that power emits from him, even from the painting.
His painting is next to Odin, who sits on his throne, his wolves on either side of him, looking straight into your soul, as if warning you not to go against him because the consequences would be severe.
And still, his eyes hold so much wisdom, making you wish to come closer and wonder if looking at the painting might give you answers to all your internal conflicts.
It’s impossible to stay silent. “They are beautiful.”
“I agree. Took me a while to gather them all here, but my patience paid off.”
“Is this why you don’t have any furniture? You used up all your money to buy the paintings?”
He chuckles and starts going up the stairs to the second floor. “No. I don’t spend enough time here to focus on decorations. It worked for the best.”
“Why?”
Why are you even continuing this conversation?
To be fair, thrashing and screaming won’t help me right now, and I should act calm to find a way out. Maybe if I become less difficult, he’ll let down his guard, and I’ll manage to find his phone to call my brothers.
“Now you can decorate our house however you wish. Although I have a certain antique dining table in mind with Celtic engravings that’s nonnegotiable. I think you’ll like it.”
And just like that, the anger is back.
“You’re more delusional than I thought if you think I’m going to play house with you here. We are not in a relationship! You’re my stalker.”
“Try to sound less pleased when you say that.”
“It doesn’t please me!”
“Whatever you say,moy cvetochek.”
