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Chapter Five
- Lilly -
Ihuffed. I paced.I explored my new prison.
As far as jail cells went, it wasn’t bad. The ensuite of the bedroom was a massive marble and gold expanse of opulence that made me queasy. Seriously. If Sebastian lived through this, I needed to give him some pointers on interior design. I opened the drawers in the cabinets and found that what he’d said was true. Make up, lotions, cleansers, body washes—even candles. I had everything I needed, most of it the same brand and shades that I would have chosen for myself.
I opened a door on the other side of the bathroom and stepped into a walk-in closet that had been fully stocked with everything from cocktail dresses to designer sweats. One wall was full of shoes and handbags.
Handbags? Where the hell was I going that I would need a handbag? And what had happened to the one I owned? I had it with me when Sebastian kidnapped me, so the tracker would have been on, but where was it now?
I slammed the door shut. I didn’t need his fairy godfather crap. All the clothes and shoes in the world wouldn’t make up for taking away my freedom. It didn’t matter that I didn’t believe that I was in any real danger. What mattered was that I was locked in the ugliest room I’d ever seen and was once again being used as a pawn in someone else’s game.
I flopped onto the bed and looked down at the boring black satin duvet. Brass owls and black satin. Seriously.What the hell?I grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled the offending fabric off the bed. I wadded it into a ball and threw it across the room. Rolling my eyes at my stupidity, I made up the bed with just the sheets and the down blanket. At least it was functional, and you couldn’t go wrong with classic ivory.
I looked around the room and found the clock I’d hurled at Sebastian’s head. The screen was cracked, but it wasn’t broken. I set it back on the stand by the bed and went in search of the owl. I found it under the black leather recliner. I threw the bird in the trash, but as I looked around, I realized the statue was the only bit of decor in the room. There was a landscape print above one of the dressers and a mirror above the other. The small fireplace had a television above it. The two recliners were in front of the fireplace with a small table between them. The entire room felt masculine and heavy. I hadn’t noticed it before, but there was an enclave on the west side of the room, under an arch right in front of the large windows.
Curious, I walked into it. Here, at least, someone had tried. Large built-ins covered the walls, and every inch was full of books. An overstuffed chair was in one corner, covered in pillows and a chunky cable knit throw with a reading lamp behind the chair. I sat in the black and white floral-patterned chair, finding it to be as comfortable as the down blanket had been. A small end table was next to it. The top of the table was covered in fashion magazines. I leafed through them. Most of them I had already read. They were this month’s issues.
I guess that knowledge made me feel better. My imprisonment was a relatively new idea since the reading material provided for me wasn’t months old.
What was I supposed to do? Read a book all day, every day? I didn’t mind reading, but not under duress.
I looked at the clock. A whopping half an hour had passed since Sebastian left the room. My mouth still tasted like chalk, and I needed clean clothes.
I wished I had it in me to let it all go. Not change my clothes. Not comb my hair. Not brush my teeth. How’d he like to kiss a mouth that hadn’t seen a toothbrush in days?
I cringed. I couldn’t do it. He may have deserved it, but I sure as hell didn’t. I needed to make him miserable, but not at my expense.
I walked back to the walk-in closet and rifled through the clothes hanging there, an impressive assortment anyone who knew anything about fashion would be extremely delighted to own. There was an outfit for every occasion. I’m not sure why he did it, but Sebastian’s taste in clothing made up for his lack of interior design.
I grabbed the plush robe from the hook on the door and decided I knew exactly how I would make Sebastian St. Valentine wish he’d never used me in his revenge plot.
