Chapter 8

NATHANIEL

My day has been pretty hectic at the moment. I had to be in Russia yesterday to clear everything out with Vladimir and get him in his place. I detest it when individuals attempt to walk on my toes and believe that they will get away with it just because they think they are greater than everybody else. He is truly poking a sleeping serpent here and should be looking at other leaders who are part of Asia.

It was now late at night and I was exhausted all I wanted was to have dinner and go and relax next to Kaitlin. I have been for the last several weeks now and she is an extremely heavy sleeper that she doesn't even wake up to feel who is next to her. The tiniest noise wakes me up even if it is a minor thing. I was instructed to be like that when I became the boss and to constantly have my eyes alert at all times.

“Ms Kaitlin is asleep sir and she doesn't want to be disturbed”, the assistant says when I send her to notify her that lunch is ready.

“She is?”, I ask “Yes, she has been asleep since she came back and the room is locked”, she adds and looks down.

I stand up.

“Clean this all up”

“Yes sir”, I walk up the stairs. Why would she lock the bedroom? I walked to the bedroom and I knocked on the door.

“Kaitlin open the door!”, I shout while hammering on it.

I attempt to open it and it is locked. I grab my pocket knife and try to open the door and enter the room and it is dark. I open the lights and she is sat on the bed with her knees up as she grips them. She sniffs and it appears like she has been sobbing for some time.

“Why did you lock the damn door?”, She jumps a bit and glances at me. I don't yell yet my tone indicates otherwise.

She doesn't respond to me and that has me marching towards her and I drag her by her legs towards the edge of the bed while she cries.

“I am sorry! I am sorry!”, she places her hands above her face as to protect her.

I huff and go out of the bedroom after that to cool down.

KAITLIN

My heart was thumping quickly as I was still sprawled on my back on the bed. I was shivering and I feared that maybe he would rape me that moment when he smashed the door and pulled my legs. I couldn't remove that thought from my head. I didn't expect he would leave the room. I assumed Dad would chastise me for locking the door. After some time I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face and clean myself. After I was done I went out of the bedroom. I was a bit thirsty and so I began on my journey to find the kitchen. I don't know the kitchen of this house so I guess I would be lost for a short while. This home has plenty of rooms and when I attempt opening some they seem to be locked. I wonder what is in there for it to be locked or maybe it is because they are not typically utilized rooms. The guards are more outdoors when it is during the nighttime patrols that I have seen than inside the home. So I carried on with locating the kitchen. I want can bump into one of the assistants so that they may lead me to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”, his voice frightens me and I turn around and confront him.

“The kitchen”, I say “There are helpers”

“I can't find them”, I reply gently.

“Come”, he says in a calm voice and I gently make my approach to him and he takes my hand and leads us to the kitchen.

We arrive there and it is incredibly huge and lovely, I have never seen such an excellently done kitchen.

“Wow”, I gently mumble at that.

“What do you want?”, he says.

“Water”, he lets go of my hand and walks to the enormous black glassed fridge that lights up and reveals what is inside without you opening it he pulls out some bottled water and closes the fridge. He hands the water to me after opening the bottle.

“Thank you”, I say.

“Don't ever miss dinner”, he advises.

“Yes”, I nod and I sip the water.

He stares at me for a moment till I flinch away from his gaze.

“It's late, you should rest. We are leaving tomorrow”, he says.

“To?”

“Russia”, I have never been there.

“Will we come back?”, I want to know if he is planning to sell me there.

“Yes once everything is sorted”

“Oh okay”, I say.

“Let's get you to rest”, he says as I turn around and he walks behind me as we go out of the kitchen.

“Is the pilot here?”, He asks one of the guards who are with us.

“Yes, Mr. Ryan made sure of it”, he replies.

“Okah good then”, he says.

We were just beside the jet and I was inside the car with Thorne outside the car chatting to one of the guards. They are traveling with us and it feels like we are not going anywhere without them. I had a different purse today and I was wearing a semi-dressy outfit. It is Prada should I say and with a separate purse with me also and today I am sporting heels. I can wear heels well and it was because I learned at Henry'sClubb how to do it. The door on my side opens and the driver is the one who is assisting me out of the car today. I thank the driver and he walks me to Where Thorne is and he looks at me and puts my hand into his. He constantly perceives the need to hold my hand when we are out. I don't know if he believes I would get lost if I follow him.

“Let's get on the plane”, he says as we get onboard the private Jet and he helps me get inside. The Jet looks fantastic and a lady walks towards us with a smile.

“Good day Mr &Mrs. Nathaniel, I am Sandra, and I will be at your service through the whole ride”, she adds.

“Hi”, I say but this dude over here doesn't say anything.

“Sit down”, he says as I climb in and sit near the window seat. He helps me buckle.

“I will be right back”, he goes off.

The lady grins and stares at me.

“Can I get you anything, Mam?”

”Some juice, please. Is there a toilet here?”

“Yes, there is. There is also a room where you can rest in once the plane is in the air”, oh good.

“Okay thank you”, she grins and goes off.

I sit there and tap upon my luggage as I gaze outside the glass and I notice him conversing with his colored pal outside the plane and he looks to be handing out orders. He appears like a man who loves power so much just in the way he talks while I am staring at him.

“Here is your beverage”, the lady comes and delivers it to me with a straw.

“Thank you”, she goes off.

I started sipping my juice and it tasted so delicious on this hot day. I finish it on record time and the lady arrives and takes my glass away. Thorne arrives and he sits down next to me and he buckles up and stares at me.

“Are you okay?”, I nod my head.

“Yes”, he nods and then the ladder of the plane starts folding to close the door and I sit back down.

An announcement happens that we are ready to take off and the plane starts traveling. Fear kicks in but primarily anxiety. I attempt to do breathing ins and outs and close my eyes. The jet starts to get off the ground and my anxiety levels rocket up. I feel his hand gripping mine and I open my eyes and stare at him.

“Relax, you won't fall”, he adds and I nod.

“I am just scared I guess” “Don't be. Just look at me”, he says.

I turn and stare at him. He is attractive, has a finely sculpted face and his lips are rosy yet a touch thick. Bushy eyebrows that are properly sculpted and his eyelashes are gorgeous. He is a handsome dude with an excellent aroma at that. I breathe it In and I start feeling a bit tranquil.

“Calming down?”, he asks.

“Yes”, his thumb brushes against the back of my hand and I gaze at our hands.

I stay silent and gaze ahead.