Chapter 12.
Lucas found himself doing the things he didn't want to. He was amazed at how Laurel had found him at the club. He still saw her pretty face. It could only mean one thing. The woman had given him something strong to drink. He shouldn't have let his guard down. Silas was in for a lot of trouble. He has done this and he would have to fix it. The last thing he remembered was the skinny woman straddling his hips.
….
'You've got to be kidding me!" Laurel lamented bitterly as she tossed and turned on the bed for the umpteenth time. From the loud moaning and slaps, it seemed like Boss Lucas was a wild beast in bed. Did he purposely put me in the room next to his to hear the ugly wailings of a woman in heat? Laurel asked no one in particular. She turned to look at the ceiling after hearing yet another sound of slap and the slut's cries of pleasure.
She had tried many ways to stop herself from hearing those triggering sounds. She had tried using air pods, ear pads, even pillows! None worked. The slut was certainly a screamer as she couldn't hear Boss Lucas' voice. She could only hear his heavy grunting.
'And why aren't the rooms sound proof?" Laurel sighed, jumping out from the bed. She paced around for a while and finding nothing to do, she waited patiently for the wild beast to be done with his exercise. Laurel had a way of turning everything into sarcasm.
She has been held here against her will and now she couldn't even get a good night's sleep. Funnily, this was happening on the first night of her stay here. She wasn't expecting him to come back home with a girl after disappearing off earlier this morning.
The murderer had the guts to keep her hostage, bring someone in at such an ungodly hour and still deprive her of the night sleep. It was all too much for Laurel to bear as she didn't use her rest to play. She has come to cherish her nights as she worked day shifts at Bounce.
Laurel couldn't help but reminisce on the nights before. Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to help Matteo. That's what happened when you agree to do favors on your day off from work.
Yes. It was Laurel's day off from work. She'd been surprised to receive a text message from him, asking for favors. He didn't call after and she had tried calling his phone but it was switched off.
She had prepared to go out and her sister's call came in and that was it. Maybe she should have listened to her sister and stayed at home. Throughout today, she's been living in constant fear, wondering when Boss Lucas will send the body guard to come and slit her neck or shoot her to death.
She hadn't slept a wink and not hearing any sound ever since the guard delivered the food, made her calm down a little bit.
Only to lay her head for a good night sleep to hear loud slurping, heavy breath, loud tearing of fabrics and cries of pleasure from both a man and a woman.
'Laurel!"
Laurel paused her thoughts of anger and lamentation when she heard her name being called from Boss Lucas' mouth.
'What?!" Laurel was flabbergasted. She stopped pacing and ran towards the wall to hear more. 'Did he just call my name?" She asked the wall in shock. Was he drunk? How could…?
Laurel asked herself this questions as if expecting the wall to magically answer. She didn't hear anything after that. She slid down the wall in disappointment. She was certain she heard boss Lucas call out her name in pleasure. She was even waiting to hear his slutty girlfriend to feel offended. She was waiting to hear something exciting but none came.
Is her name Laurel? Is this really a coincidence? Laurel allowed these thoughts to consume her and didn't know when sleep came like a thief. It stole her consciousness away.
….
The drool was about to touch the floor when Laurel jerked her head up from sleep. She knew something was wrong the moment she woke up. Two nights ago was a nightmare she wouldn't want to repeat. Yesterday night was another terror she didn't want to go through again. She wondered what today would bring again.
Maybe she'd escape. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she remembered she had a mission. She had carefully planned out her way of escape and it wasn't going to be an easy one she knew.
She has three things to do today. 1. Take a detailed tour of the entire mansion. 2. Draw the blue print on her apron with the pen she will ask for. 3. Escape.
Laurel's shoulders slumped as what she had imagined in her head sounded good but out loud, it sounded like she was going to play hide and seek with the guards. It was infuriating even to think about not to talk more of carrying it out.
While sitting on the floor, Laurel scanned the room for any sharp object she could use as protection if needed be. With the agility of a cheetah, she rushed to the window. Sadly, she was likely to break her neck if she tried to jump down.
It was high.
She inhaled the fresh air coming from the tree 3 meters away from the window. It would have been perfect day if not she was held hostage.
No matter how useless her plan sounded, Laurel was determined to carry it out no matter the cost. She needed to go back to her lovely apartment. As she gazed out, she could see nothing but beautiful gardens and trees. It looked like nothing was out there. She couldn't even see the main road.
The house was in the middle of nowhere.
Just as she is.