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quite pinpoint the flavor of the sauce as I’m sure I’ve never tasted anything like it before.
I look up from my plate and notice Cory is just staring at me, watching as I savor my food and leaving his plate completely untouched. I feel my cheeks growing hot from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare, you’re just adorable when you think no one is paying attention.” Great, as if I’ll be able to finish eating now.
Clearing my throat, I attempt to strike up a normal conversation. “This is amazing; does she cook all of your meals?” This causes another smile to form on his face
“Mostly. I hired Greta to cook for me because it became unhealthy to eat out of a bag all of the time.” That makes sense.
“Why don’t you cook?” I ask with genuine curiosity.
“Besides the fact that I’m not much of a chef, I simply don’t have time. Most of my time is dedicated to the club. When I’m home I’m either in my office or working out.”
Sounds boring, and I say just as much. “You must get bored often.”
Laughing he says, “Not exactly. I don’t have time to be bored,” he pauses, then adds, “Speaking of work, I need to head in to speak with my security team concerning last night's’ events. You are welcome to come with me, or you can stay here and get some rest. Just know that I am giving my staff strict orders to not let you leave this house.” As much as I hate feeling like a prisoner, I have no desire to return to that club. And after learning that someone has apparently gone to great lengths to wipe the footage, I’m starting to believe I’m better off here; at least here I know that I will have protection if needed.
“I’ll stay here. But not because you say, just so we’re straight.” I say, I must still have some of the drugs in my system because even after a full night of sleep, I still feel out of it. “And don’t think I haven’t forgotten your promise to let me leave once I’m in the clear. I expect to be in my own bed tomorrow night.”
Cory gets up from his seat across from me and walks around the counter to where I am sitting. He lightly runs his fingers across my cheek causing goose bumps to break out across my arms. He moves to push my hair behind my ear and takes a step closer. He’s making it incredibly hard for me to be serious with him. Leaning down, he whispers, “I will get to the bottom of this, Lacey,” He continues trailing his fingertip down my neck, causing chills to rise in its wake. “Until then,” his lips graze my ear and an involuntary shiver takes hold of me, “you’re stuck here with me. I will not risk anything else happening to you.” And with that, he walks away, leaving me with my heart stuck in my throat. I need to gain some control over my reactions to him. I know it’s not healthy.
Chapter 6
With Cory gone, I decide to be nosey and snoop around his house. I want to get to know the man that has suddenly decided to become my protector. Cory’s house is impressive in size, and I wonder what a single man could possibly want with such a huge house. There are no bedrooms’ downstairs, only the kitchen, a living area with a huge flat screen TV mounted to the wall and an L-shaped leather sectional on the opposite side, and his gym in the basement. I’m pretty sure there’s much more to this house, but I’m really just interested in seeing his office. I’d like to see if there’s anything inside that may give me clues about the man who seems to think he has rights on holding me against my will even if it is just for my protection.
Heading upstairs, I search for his office. There are four doors up here, one I know for sure is his bedroom. I wonder what’s behind the other three. Opening up the first door, I find another bedroom. It’s not as big as his, but just as impressive and I’m left wondering why he put me in his room if he has a spare. It doesn’t appear like this room gets much attention yet it’s strangely
I look up from my plate and notice Cory is just staring at me, watching as I savor my food and leaving his plate completely untouched. I feel my cheeks growing hot from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare, you’re just adorable when you think no one is paying attention.” Great, as if I’ll be able to finish eating now.
Clearing my throat, I attempt to strike up a normal conversation. “This is amazing; does she cook all of your meals?” This causes another smile to form on his face
“Mostly. I hired Greta to cook for me because it became unhealthy to eat out of a bag all of the time.” That makes sense.
“Why don’t you cook?” I ask with genuine curiosity.
“Besides the fact that I’m not much of a chef, I simply don’t have time. Most of my time is dedicated to the club. When I’m home I’m either in my office or working out.”
Sounds boring, and I say just as much. “You must get bored often.”
Laughing he says, “Not exactly. I don’t have time to be bored,” he pauses, then adds, “Speaking of work, I need to head in to speak with my security team concerning last night's’ events. You are welcome to come with me, or you can stay here and get some rest. Just know that I am giving my staff strict orders to not let you leave this house.” As much as I hate feeling like a prisoner, I have no desire to return to that club. And after learning that someone has apparently gone to great lengths to wipe the footage, I’m starting to believe I’m better off here; at least here I know that I will have protection if needed.
“I’ll stay here. But not because you say, just so we’re straight.” I say, I must still have some of the drugs in my system because even after a full night of sleep, I still feel out of it. “And don’t think I haven’t forgotten your promise to let me leave once I’m in the clear. I expect to be in my own bed tomorrow night.”
Cory gets up from his seat across from me and walks around the counter to where I am sitting. He lightly runs his fingers across my cheek causing goose bumps to break out across my arms. He moves to push my hair behind my ear and takes a step closer. He’s making it incredibly hard for me to be serious with him. Leaning down, he whispers, “I will get to the bottom of this, Lacey,” He continues trailing his fingertip down my neck, causing chills to rise in its wake. “Until then,” his lips graze my ear and an involuntary shiver takes hold of me, “you’re stuck here with me. I will not risk anything else happening to you.” And with that, he walks away, leaving me with my heart stuck in my throat. I need to gain some control over my reactions to him. I know it’s not healthy.
Chapter 6
With Cory gone, I decide to be nosey and snoop around his house. I want to get to know the man that has suddenly decided to become my protector. Cory’s house is impressive in size, and I wonder what a single man could possibly want with such a huge house. There are no bedrooms’ downstairs, only the kitchen, a living area with a huge flat screen TV mounted to the wall and an L-shaped leather sectional on the opposite side, and his gym in the basement. I’m pretty sure there’s much more to this house, but I’m really just interested in seeing his office. I’d like to see if there’s anything inside that may give me clues about the man who seems to think he has rights on holding me against my will even if it is just for my protection.
Heading upstairs, I search for his office. There are four doors up here, one I know for sure is his bedroom. I wonder what’s behind the other three. Opening up the first door, I find another bedroom. It’s not as big as his, but just as impressive and I’m left wondering why he put me in his room if he has a spare. It doesn’t appear like this room gets much attention yet it’s strangely
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