The next morning…
Flora POV
I flickered my eyes open and my gaze landed on the ceiling.
Huh?
This is not my room; I thought as I tossed the duvet aside and sluggishly sat up.I looked around the room and everything came replaying in my head.
How I had met inked guy.
How he had saved me and brought me to his house.I breathe out heavily while I hugged my legs to my chest. This inked doesn't really look so good to me, he looks so dangerous.
But I was glad he saved me last night, but I needed to leave as soon as possible.
But where will I go?
My stomach suddenly grumbled loudly, I looked down at it and realized I haven't had anything since last afternoon.
“Hey stomach, food is my least problem for now, so you should behave” I cautioned, while I rubbed it with my right palm.
I darted my eyes around the whole room again; it's so beautiful and has many girls stuff in it, but it couldn't be compared to mine in my mum's house, though.
Uh mm,
Perhaps it's her girlfriend's room.I crawled out of the bed and rolled my eyes at my black dress, I strode to the closet and pulled it open, my eyes bulged. “Wow” I mouthed. There were many beautiful dresses.
I ran a hand through them, smiling broadly, so beautiful. I wish I could try them all.
Without thinking twice, I pulled a yellow gown from its hanger; still smiling sheepishly to myself.
I stepped out of my black gown and hurriedly wore the yellow gown.
I walked to the mirror to have a look.
Oh my, I used my palms to cover my flamed cheeks. It was specially made for me; it fits so perfectly.
But the problem is that, it stops at my mid-thigh, which I was never allowed to wear in my ex-husband house.
My stomach grumbled again, I muffled a groan. You will never listen, will you?
I put on my black gown; I can't possibly wear the dresses when I am not permitted to, right? I rearranged my hair and with one last look, I found my way out the door.Not only that, but I kept admiring the whole thing in the gigantic house as I descended the stairs slowly. One could tell inked guy is rich, a dangerous rich guy.
Everywhere was damn silent, it seems no one was in the house. I thought as I climbed down the last stair.
“Oh…my…world” I drawled, gazing at the magnificent living room.
I slowly counted my steps towards the sculpted figure in the living room. I ran my forefinger on it; admiring every part of it. It's a female figure, and it looks so beautiful.
“Good morning, ma'am” I heard a voice behind me, I flinched, holding on to the carved figure for support.
I breathe out softly before turning around, it was a woman, probably in her late forties.
She shot me a friendly smile, “You don't have to scared, ma'am. I'm the housekeeper of this house and Zayn had informed me there's a guest in the house” She explained, I mouthed an “oh” while I nodded my head twice.
“You must be tired ma'am, so come eat first” She urged me. Instantaneously, smile cover up my face.
We got to the dinning and my smile grew wider. I took my seat and the woman motioned me to serve myself, I nodded curtly and opened the dishes.
My mouth watered at the sight in front of me. Macron with baked chicken.
“Enjoy your meal, ma'am,” The woman says and turned to leave.
“Hm mm… Ma'am” I called, she turned to me again. “Why haven't I seen him around?” I asked slowly, not knowing how to address inked man. “Zayn has gone out since dawn” She replied with a light smile, “So his name is Zayn” I mumbled as I watch the woman's back.
Stella POV
“When last did all of you see my daughter?” I yelled to the eight maids who were standing before me, they all lowered their heads without saying a word.
“Have you all gone deaf?” I sneered and one of them looked up, shivering. “Uh mm… Ma'am” she stutters. “Yes, speak,” I urged her as I walked closer to her. “Last evening, ma'am Flora demanded for two glasses of juice” She says, I furrowed my brows. “Was she with someone?” I asked and she shook her head.
Oh no,
Where has she gone to?I went to her room a while ago to tell her breakfast has been served, but only to find her room empty.
I checked everywhere, but she's nowhere to be found. “Go get the gatekeeper,” I ordered one of them, and she scuttled off immediately.
I plonked on a couch as I brought my palms to my face. “Flora, please don't do this to me,” I mouthed.
“Good morning, ma'am” I heard the gatekeeper voice, I got on my feet.
“Where's my daughter, Carson?” I shot at him, he took a step backward. “I… Don't have…an idea ma'am” He stuttered, I charged towards him and grabbed his arms. “Please ma'am, it's not my fault” He pleads.“Then whose fault? You are in charge of that entrance Carson, it's your duty to know who goes in and out, and time!” I scowled.
He brought his head down, “I think ma'am Flora sedated my drink to escape” He confessed, and I slowly released his arms.
Ryder POV
I watched Flora's mum as she sobbed quietly on the single couch. I could feel my heart sank immediately she narrated how Flora had escape.
But I still don't get it, why would she leave the house? For what reason?
Jeez! I ran a hand through my hair while standing on my feet.
“You need to stop crying Aunt, the police are going to look into it and I will try best to look for her” I assured.
She didn't say anything.
I breathe out and turned to leave.I know she doesn't like me for her daughter; but what other choice does she have?
We are the Gabriel's, we always have what we want.I slide into my car, ignited the engine and drove out of their compound.
Where are you, Flora?
In the evening…Zayn POVI ambled into the living room with my jacket hung on my shoulder. I was so tired.My eyes travelled toward the stairs and saw lady in black descending the stairs, she halted her steps immediately she spotted me, I scoffed softly before tossing my jacket on a couch, I tucked my hands inside my trouser pocket, without looking away from her face. “You can't possibly stand there forever, can you?” I asked her, with so much sarcasm. She shut her eyes briefly and turned to leave. “And where do you think you are going?” I questioned coldly, she turned to me swiftly. “To the room,” She replied in a low voice. I scoffed.With my hands still in my trouser pocket, I climbed the stairs and got to where she was standing, staring straight into her innocent eyes, she quickly lowered her gaze.“If you're really going to stay with me, then you should get rid of this black dress of yours&rdquo
Flora POVI came out of the bathroom; dripping wet with a white towel wrapped to my chest.I strode to the closet and pulled it open. Furthermore, I placed my hands at akimbo, my eyes searching through the closet for what to wear.I really can't wear the mini dresses, one would only think I'm trying to seduce someone, most especially inked guy.I rolled my eyes when his image popped in my head. So grumpy.But seriously, Flora, aren't you thinking of leaving this place again? I heard my subconscious mind asked and I frowned.Just shut it, will you?Where do you want me to go? Huh! I yelled inwardly.I scanned the whole closet with my hand roaming everywhere.Gosh!His girlfriend doesn't keep decent dresses, does she?I came across a white flowery gown and I smiled broadly.I brought it out and checked it out;it has glitters all over the neck area.It's s
Flora POVI turned on the faucet and rinsed my face repeatedly. After I was done, I lifted my face and stared back at my reflection in the mirror.Jeez!No doubt, one could still tell I'd cried my eyes out. I turned off the faucet and grabbed a white towel to wipe my swollen face.I returned the towel to its rail, I adjusted the dress and stepped out of the bathroom.I really hate this inked guy for making me cry this much; no one has ever made me cry like this, not even when I was forced into early marriage.He asked me to stop wearing my black dress, and now I shouldn't wear the dresses in the closet?What does he want then;to go around naked. I snorted and bent the doorknob.“He's really going to hear it from me” I mumbled and stepped out of the room, I could feel my subconscious mind sneered. Fool.I shut the door behind me and walked through the hallway, hoping I would meet him in the living ro
Marigold POV“You are not helping the matter with your cries, Stella,” I told her, calmly.She scoffed softly and wiped her tears with the hem of her blue blouse.“Then what do you want me to do?” She asked.I sighed and moved closer to her on the long couch. I tucked my hair behind my ear and placed her hand on mine.“Everything will be fine Stella, Flora will be found soon” I assured. She swats my hand away and stood on her feet, boiling with rage. “This is all your fault, Marigold!” She fired, a little frown crept on my face upon hearing that.I also stood on my feet, staring at her.“How is it my fault?” I murmured.“If you had not demanded for her hand in another marriage, she wouldn't have left this house” She barked, I rolled my eyes. “And how's that my fault?” I asked nonchalantly and folded my arms.“If you had not done
Zayn POV.I squinted my eyes open and yawned loudly.I felt a slender hand wrapped around my stomach; I tilted my head and found the b!tch grinning very hard to me.I rolled my eyes and scoffed scornfully.“Why are you still here?” I asked her while taking her hand off me.She sat upright and tucked the loose strand of her colored hair, beaming with all smiles.“You were so good Zayn, I can't literally feel my legs anymore” She chortled while moving closer to me.I crawled out of the bed and picked my briefs from the floor. I heard her groan, I turned to her swiftly. “I shouldn't meet you here,” I told her icily and grabbed the bathroom doorknob. “Zayn” She called.I ignored her and stepped into the bathroom.“Good morning Zayn” Miss Rosaline greeted with her loving smile, but I just nodded and dragged a chair backward.I took my seat and watch as s
Zayn POV.“Where's the lady, Zayn?” He asked impatiently, standing on his feet.He looks perturbed.Not only that, but he grabbed my arm and I frowned.“Just tell me Zayn” He shook me aggressively, and I breathe out.“Uhm… She is”.“Hey Zayn” I heard Reid's voice and I turned.“F**k you man! You kept me waiting,” I complained as he approached us.“I'm sorry, buddy, that bi**ch really consumed the whole me” he winked at me and I shook my head.“Anyway, meet Ryder, an old friend. I think I've mentioned him to you before, right?” I reminded, and he nodded curtly as he offered a handshake to Ryder.“Ryder, this is Reid- we are more than friends,” I told him, and he smiled as they both shook hands.“It's my pleasure, Reid,” Ryder said.“Same here bro” Reid replied with smiles.
Zayn POV.I marched into the club, the blaring music from the speaker began to hit my ears.I stood rooted, with my eyes searching around for Lucas.“Hi Zayn” one of the bitchy around called seductively; striding closer to where I was standing. I huffed and walked past her.“So grumpy” She mumbled, but I heard it.Abruptly, I turned to her, and I watched as she gulped nervously.“Have you seen Lucas around?” I asked her coldly, she nodded curtly. “B!tch” I also muttered, but audibly for her to hear.I walked into the club, ignoring every eyes on me; I was definitely not here because of that.Someone nudged my left arm from behind, and I swiveled around to look at the person.Oh,It's Nick.“What's up man?” He shook my hand, I only nodded. He's not a bad kid;He has been working for Lucas for a long time now.“Is Lucas around?&rd
Flora POVI could feel a hot but steady breath fanning against my face, I slowly opened my eyes and found Zayn crouched in front of me. Immediately, I felt a wave of current washed over me. Oh my, what was that?Our eyes locked, and believe me, I preferred not to look away from this breathtaking face. Gosh! Who created this man? When I was finding it so difficult to breathe, I gulped down nothing and wanted to peel my eyes away, but he had already beat me to it. He got on his feet and tucked his hands in his trouser pocket. When did he arrive, though?“You don't sleep here” He said in his usual cold voice, I gulped nervously as I also stood on my feet.How do I tell him I was actually waiting for his arrival, I don't know the reason, though.Perhaps it's because he didn't eat anything before he left the house this morning.“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,” I said slowly with my eyes on my feet.