Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen
Kamari's POV.
The feminine figure who walked in looked nothing like the faces I'd seen around here.
She looked fierce, clad in black jeans and jacket and had her hair slicked back into a tight bun that made the angles of her face very obvious.
My eyes stayed fixed on the figure, watching her charge towards me with rage written all over her face. Before I could say anything, she struck my face.
The impact of the slap was so hard that I felt my head spin for some minutes, my cheeks sizzling with the burning pain.
My hand immediately moved to rub my cheeks, my eyes widening with shock.
Luciano drifted out of sleep from the noise, his eyes landing on the figure.
“Joselyn?” Luciano muttered, his brows pulling together with a mix of confusion and surprise.
My heart sank.
So this was Joselyn.
The fiance I had heard about.
Fuck.
It was no wonder she slapped me.
“Josy, you're back early. Why?” He asked as he sat himself up, stretching a hand towards her.
She sat beside him, his arm curling around her as they kissed passionately. The sight of it made my insides knot with a strange feeling, one that made me feel like separating both of them for no reason in particular.
Joselyn’s cheeks burned red from the kiss as they slowly broke it, “I know, I came back earlier because I missed you. I knew you'd be missing me too but I guess I was wrong. Who's this cheap slut you got in your bed?” She questioned him, her eyes darting towards me with irritation.
My jaws clenched from hearing the one word that triggered me but I stayed quiet. I hoped that whatever Luciano had to say would compensate for the embarrassment I was already feeling.
But then Luciano kept his eyes fixed on Joselyn, cupping her cheeks lovingly, “Oh, she's just collateral for a debt. You know how business goes. Sometimes they pay in cash, other times they use someone to settle it.”
What the fuck?
I was nothing more than a collateral to Luciano?
My heart palpated with pain after hearing that, it felt like I was stabbed in my abdomen and was still forced to breathe despite the bleeding.
Joselyn hummed, her expression indicating that she was still not satisfied with Luciano's response.
“Yeah, I understand. Well, why was his thing trying to kiss you though? I caught her in the act and I couldn't resist slapping her.” Joselyn explained, her eyes welling up with rage once more.
Luciano's gaze flickered with surprise, he turned to me, as if wanting to hear my side but I glared daggers at him, not giving a care in the world about the lady sitting beside him.
His eyes darkened and then he returned his gaze to Joselyn.
“I was going to use her to satisfy my urges but then I ended up giving up after–”
“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that? Get the fuck out of here you filthy slut!” Joselyn yelled at me, preventing Luciano from finishing his explanation.
My blood boiled so much that even my breath was hot but I couldn't do anything.
I sat there, my body stiff from the humiliation these people were putting me through and then she parted her lips again.
“Bitch, I swear if I have to repeat myself one more time, you'll not be able to endure the kind of torture I'd inflict on you!” She roared, sending shivers down my spine.
I fucking wanted to scratch her face for making me feel this way. But I needed to get out of here first.
So I sluggishly got up from the bed, storming out of the room with my hands balled into fists.
“Wow, who would have thought that sluts now have an attitude? Look at her stomping the ground,” Joselyn mocked, her voice fading into the background as I stepped out of the room.
As I walked towards my room, all I could think about was the multiple ways I could inflict suffering on both Joselyn and Luciano.
I hated Joselyn for acting all possessive but I hated Luciano even more for making me feel like a desperate whore who was trying so hard to get to his bed.
Maybe I was trying but not anymore.
To hell with getting his trust.
Now, I was just going to try my best and get out of here.
After all, it was obvious that getting his trust was only going to reduce my self respect in the long run.
My insides trembled from tension as I reached my room. I paced back and forth, wondering what to do next.
The first thing that came to mind was faking sleep so I started arranging the pillows on my bed under the duvet, making a swell under the sheets that looked like a sleeping person.
Then I changed into something better–black pants and a blue top. After that, I thought to take some clothes with me but I remembered I came here with nothing but my device so I left with just that.
I sneakily walked down the passageway, hiding behind the things whenever I spotted a guard surveying the area.
After a couple of hiding and walking, I finally made it to the back door. I pulled softly on the door knob, my heart pounding heavily in my heart as I hoped it didn't creak.
It opened with a soft click, making me sigh as I walked through. But the back door was on the second floor and I didn't realize that until I looked down from the little corridor.
Damnit.
This meant I had to jump.
I crossed a leg over the railings, dropping a leg on the protruded wall. I did the same with the second, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
“You can do this, jump!” My inner voice encouraged me and I immediately went for the jump but then my body hung in t
he air.
I turned back, finding myself being held back by a strong hand.
Fuck.
I'd been caught.