Chapter 55 Chapter 55
Selena
I stepped down from the bed, and a little yellow gown sat on my body, but there was nothing underneath.
I sighed, the event of yesterday rushing in. I chewed my inner cheeks.
I could still feel the soreness in my sex.
What had he used on me? I have never seen that before.
What didn't he take me when I had asked, but did that instead, without even touching me. What was he doing when I turned, struggling to leave the bed, to untie myself?
So many questions flowed in.
Theodore was strange.
How did he even know I was at the club? Was I being followed?
That couldn't be possible. He doesn't have a reason to.
“Ah,” I groaned at the sudden headache, grabbing hold of my head, hoping to relieve myself.
I’ve taken too much alcohol yesterday, it’s a shock I wasn't so wasted.
In one way I should be grateful Theodore had come, that way he had saved me from another trauma.
I licked my dry lips, then used my hands to push my hair back. I turned and I shouldn't have, because my eyes met the painting.
Ugly.
I shifted my eyes off it, but turned back. I still have a mission to get those documents. Maybe now was the right time.
I looked around, checking for a camera. Not seeing one, I moved to the door and clicked it closed.
The room was dark enough, I just had to check the wall and then head out.
If I get the document, I will have to take it with me or take photos of it— that was more of a good idea.
Thinking of photos, I searched for my phone and fortunately, it was on the bedside stand. I took it and then headed to the curtains beside the painting.
I pushed the curtain aside, only to meet with just the wall. I frowned. It was the same as the wall in the room.
Could it be that there was nothing in there?
I placed my hands on my waist. Where was I going to get the documents if not here? This was the perfect opportunity.
I groaned.
But wait.
I looked at the wall again
. If it was truly just like every wall, why does it have a curtain when that wasn't even the spot of the window?
That’s weird.
I moved closer to the wall and knocked on it, and it sounded.
Not like the wall's silent sound, but one of knocking on a wooden door, an empty wooden door. I smirked.
“Well, well, well.”
Theodore isn't so smart after all, …or I was just a little smarter?
I placed my hands on the wall and traced it to the edge and then, it clicked, like a button.
“How simple,” I muttered as it opened like a door. But my excitement is cut short as it reveals metal-like structures.
A safe with a keypad.
I sighed.
There was no way I knew what to press. I didn't know the boss at all.
I looked around for a hint. Maybe date of birth? Age? But who would be foolish to use that these days? Maybe it's better if I just send it to the lady.
With that, I took a photo of it and sent it to the woman.
–Have any idea on how I can open it?”– I sent the message, then closed the board, placing the curtain next to avoid suspicion.
Making sure everything was in place, I stepped out of the room, covering myself with a blanket.
I walked down the stairs. As usual, it looked so clean, too clean. I pursed my lips.
Something suddenly smelled nice. Just then my stomach grumbled.
I fastened my steps down, only stopping in front of the kitchen. And then,
“Oh, you are awake.”
I looked to my side for the voice. An older lady who seemed to be in her fifties placed plates on the table. She looked up with a smile.
“I’m Marta, the housekeeper. Good morning, Ms. Selena.” She stood up straight as if acknowledging me.
How did she know my name?
“Uh, good morning, Mrs. Martha.” I greeted her.
“You can just call me, Martha. I’m not married.” She corrected with a smile, going back to the kitchen.
“Oh,” I nodded, though she couldn't see me.
“This is the first time boss brings someone home twice. The first time Ms. Hannah came here, he banned her immediately. You can say this is like his private space.” The smile remained on her face as she placed spoons beside the plates.
Out of everything she said, one stood out.
Hannah.
Who was she? Why have I never seen her? What is her relationship with Theodore?
Now that I think of it, at the party, Hannah’s name was mentioned too.
Why have I never seen her around?
“If you don't mind me asking, who is Hannah? I have never seen her around.”
She looked up. “Oh,” she rose going back to the kitchen. “I think you should ask boss about her,”
Why can't she just say it?
I looked around. Where could Theodore be?
“If you are looking for boss, then go to the end,” She pointed to the side of the staircase. “Boss should be working out there.”
I nodded, walking away in that direction.
Grunt and groan filled the air I stopped in front of the door, which was slightly open.
I pushed it wider and entered. The room was filled with various exercise equipment, more than the common ones, and then…
Where my eyes stopped next was one I had gotten wet from, if it appeared in my dream, not that I couldn't also get wet now.
Theodore retained a push-up position, going up and down, his body drenched with sweat.
Usually someone’s sweat was disgusting, but with him, it feels so hot as they roll down his sexy arms.
My gaze trailed to his back, there was a tattoo—a sleeping snake from upward down to his waist.
It stayed in the middle of his back, and at the end, something was written. I couldn't see the writing.
Even though I could see it fully, I won’t be able to tell what it was.
Was there a meaning behind it?
I must have been too focused on his back not to notice he was already looking at me, because when my eyes met his face, he was staring, balanced on his arms.
I swallowed looking at his throat, how the single sweat drop down to his chest.
Would I be too greedy to want to be in that place?
But I was close to it.
Suddenly I felt shy, my ears hot, feeling naked.
I moved the blanket closer to my body. He had seen me last night. Everything.
He stood up, his eyes still on me. He took a towel from the stand, cleaning his face with it.
He was in a black sweatpants. Something so casual.