Her Wicked Plan
Everything in me is too frail. However, being subjected to such testing conditions is enlightening. I couldn't forgive myself if I'd been duped into someone's company for good. For me, that would be an intolerable hardship.
Certainly, I will not accept a life like this as normal. To this point in my stay, he hasn't given me any indication that he has sexual interest in me. Actually, I'm somewhat taken aback that he provided me with my own bedroom. On the other hand, who can say for sure. Perhaps all of that man's evil is being buried alive, just waiting for the right opportunity to surface.
When he departed, I went to the door and peeked inside. I wouldn't be surprised to see some hefty men in uniform inside. The same as he had said to me. However, dad will increase my safety by not letting me tag along on his errands. That's a far superior alternative to staying with him.
I'm the only one in his entire floor, so I decided to try sneaking into his room. And thank goodness it's not! When the door to his room opened gently, I let out a little jig of joy on the inside.
When I first walked in, I was hit with a wave of his distinctive aroma. What gave it away for me? For the simple reason that his automobile, and he himself, have the same distinctive smell. This aroma is the one that everyone notices when he's in the room.
The room is simpler than I thought. His king-sized bed takes up the most of the space in his bedroom. Even the curtains and duvet match the whole darkness of the bedroom. The atmosphere is not as bright and airy as the room I usually sleep in.
His closet is separated from the rest of the room by a French glass wall that has been stained a warm brown color and is located behind his bed. To compensate for the lack of light, I rummaged through his belongings.
Besides a bed, there isn't much else in his room. There doesn't seem to be any sort of desk or workstation in sight. The only item I found in his closet was clothing. With all that free time on my hands, I was able to compliment him on his immaculate clothing selection. The gaps between the garments on the hangers are uniform, giving the impression that they were measured.
When I realized that I wouldn't find my niche there, I heaved a sigh of relief. As I left his room, I glanced at the minimalist paintings over the TV. Thankfully, there was no sign of life when I came to see if anyone was around.
”Where is it… come on.” I talked to myself when I walked into the living room.
Seeing the steps at the end of the little hall caused me to gasp. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was observing me, and I tried to be as stealthy as possible.
Once I reached the top and noticed a vacant spot, my enthusiasm grew. !There! This whole place is his workplace? In spite of this, I wasted no time before logging onto his computer in search of information.
It's different from the library computer I usually use, so I had to guess how to access it. It took me a while, but I managed to get it open.
Aciel Evans
I hit the "search" button. There were several returns. To make sure he is who he says he is, I glance at the pictures first. The very first item that came up when I searched for his name was the one I read.
Aciel Evans, President and CEO of the Evans Hotels. CEO and founder of Feadship Yachts. Owner of multiple successful businesses across the country; featured in Forbes.
While reading the first article, I had to pause to collect my thoughts. I mean, I know he's affluent, but this rich?
"No way," I spoke.
I moved on to the next piece by clicking. And I have no interest in reading a list of all his accomplishments. After reading more, I feel nauseous, frustrated, and enraged.
He often looks so serious in pictures; I wonder if some of them are from award ceremonies. Nope, couldn't give a flying flip. I just don't understand how someone with this much accomplishment could have the nerve to get involved in the criminal underworld.
Spending money to make someone your sexual slave? Rather than spending a million dollars on someone as worthless as me, he can just pay other girls every night. As I went on, I clenched my teeth in determination. My infuriation is making my eyes water.
His single interview is featured in the upcoming article. They only used sound bites from his interview with the media. A single business matter is the sole topic of discussion during the entirety of the interview, broken only by the occasional question from the interviewer.
When the bachelor was asked about his inspiration he’s quite close-mouthed about it. “For you to be this successful, is there someone who perhaps inspires you to strive more?” said the media. “No. I came this far because of my own and not for any woman if that’s what you’re trying to ask.” the bachelor stated. “We’re also considering some family support, of course.” The media tried to dig more but he chose not to speak more about it.
I let out a deep sigh. He is really reticent to share information. The best way to describe him is as a mystery. When I first laid eyes on him, I had no doubts. I have a lot of time left, so I'm not giving up just yet. Soon enough, I'll have complete knowledge of him.
My heart jumped in fear when the telephone on the side suddenly rang. What the hell? Am I supposed to pick that up? Due to fear I hurriedly turned off the computer and cleaned the place so he would not notice my trespass.
My heart was pounding as I returned to my bedroom. Nervously considering the information I've gained today, I bit my finger.
Until the men guarding outside brought me food, I stayed in my room. They said Aciel sent it. Following that meal, I returned to my room for further reflection and strategy formulation.
Getting locked up prevents me from plotting my retribution. Especially with all of these men keeping a close watch on me. The same uneasy sense as before persists: that I'm being watched.
I have to tread lightly here. It will take time, but I need to earn his trust. Guys like him just care about one thing: knocking ladies off their feet. I need to seduce him a little bit to show him what it's like. Seduction that will hurt him deeply, not just sexually.
