Chapter 7 : Deja-Vu.
Where did he disappear to ?
If he was going to be my captor, he should at least stay around to hold me prisoner.
Demitier however I couldn't get rid of. If she wasn't cleaning, bringing me food or talking on the phone with god knows who, in god knows what language, she was finding reasons to spy on me.
I learned that she was from Europe, somewhere. Adrian had saved her life, which surprised me more then anything. This was how she repaid him.
“Adrian.” I said.
She looked up from the book in her hands, “Excuse me ?”
“Adrian, is he home ?”
She nodded yes.
“Mr. Ivanov is in his study.”
That did it ! I got up, pissed off, and stormed out of the hall.
The stairs that had taken me to the bathroom on the fourth level, now led me to a higher floor, that like the others was in rich fabric.
There were five doors, each in lacquered dark wood. The orient rugs were probably hand made and cost a fortune. Torch looking chandeliers lit the corridor.
Demitier didn't run after me due to our earlier encounter.
The stairs continued up and up but I decided to first check here.
Adrian's study would most likely be near the hall, where he could appear if anything want wrong.
I felt a surge of deja-vu. A few years back, a guy, Charles Wilson, in my class was hosting an end of the year party. His parents of course weren't in on the plan, as fate works, they had been called out of town for a meeting.
I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Jake. He was the reason I'd agreed.
He was my future husband (in my wildest dream) and... he was single.
Charles was Aly's boyfriend at the time and couldn't not invite the best friend.
His house, scratch that -his mansion was quite a sight, mostly it screamed money money money.
When Jake and I started making out on the couch, numerous beers later, and proposed to find a room I complied.
Taking my hand, we went up stairs without breaking our kiss. I really was a multitasker back in the days. We made it to the first floor, Jake pushed me against the wall going for a deeper kiss.
There were doors all around and we tried them all. Soon finding out they were also all locked.
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I tried the first door, shut and under lock and key.
The second and third, same story. About to give up and just head back down stairs, like that one night long ago, I gave the fourth a shove while turning the knob.
The door swung open and what a site !