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“But I—”
“Gwen, we are going to bed. Remember, play nice.” He hardens his stare.
“I have more questions.”
“I’ve told you all you need to know for today. Now get in the bed.”
At first, I look at him, the urge to scream and defy eating me alive, but I tamp down the overbearing emotions roiling within me and slide back into bed.
He switches off the light, and the moonlight takes over, spilling in through the window the way sunlight would on a bright morning.
I’d think it was enchanting and beautiful if it were under better circumstances.
Sebastian lies down on the floor next to me, giving me some comfort, but the moment Malik climbs into the bed with me, my nerves slip.
“Lie down.” His voice is calmer than before.
I rest my head on the pillow with my back turned to him.
“You’re not going to drug me again, are you?” I don’t care if I’m not playing nice by asking him that. It’s a valid question given the fact he did that before.
“Not unless I need to. Do I need to?”
“No.”
“Then we won’t have a problem.”
I beg to differ.All the problems that exist are mine. Mine alone.
I’m the one who has to share a bed with the beast who kidnapped me.
ChapterEighteen
Gwen
It took forever to fall asleep, possibly hours, but I made it through the night.
I woke to Jeanne tapping me on my shoulder with the instruction to get ready for breakfast downstairs, where Malik would be joining me. She explained that he’d taken Sebastian for a walk.
When she left, she made a point of showing me she was leaving the door open.
Open for me to go and come like a free person.
Seeing the opportunity to gather the information I’m so desperate for, I get ready as quickly as possible, dragging on one of my yoga pants and T-shirts.
When I make my way out of the room, my steps slow when I see the grandeur décor of the hallway. I look up at a high plaster ceiling with ornate cornices and a wrought-iron chandelier hanging above me as I walk on the marble floor.
Being trapped in the bedroom yesterday with the view of the sea below closed my mind off to everything else. Now that I’m out and seeing how huge and grandiose the hallway is, I can only imagine what the rest of the house must look like.
I’ve always considered Grams’ home to be elegant and sophisticated, but it’s nothing compared to this.
I follow the path to the landing, where I’m greeted with a wide sweeping staircase, like the kind you’d see in a stately home, or those TV shows that showcase homes owned by billionaire.
I’m stunned and definitely caught off guard.
My mind shifts back in focus when I reach downstairs and see Malik standing in the dining room smoking a cigarette.
He’s dressed in a suit, like he’s going to work, and looks so different from the attire I’ve seen him in. The suit makes him seem more mature and distinguished. Like the dark billionaire. It makes me wonder if he is.
