Chapter 7 His Plan

• Demi
• I wake up and quickly tell myself off for falling asleep. I should have left straight away, not fell asleep in his bed. Sliding from the bed, I glance around and see my dress on the floor.
• Grasping it, I sigh, seeing it ripped. Opening the door, I peer out and go to shout him, but I can’t even remember his name! This is awful. Walking back into the room, I open a door and see clothes.
• Grasping a shirt, I put it on. As I walk out, I fasten the buttons and make my way through the hall. I’m not even sure where the hell I’m going.
• It’s too big, and this hall leads into two. Picking one, I walk down it and see the stairs. Finally! Walking down the stairs, I reach the bottom and glance around.
• This is the wrong way. This is a gym, but I need to be on this floor, so I decide to walk through the gym and out of another door. Five minutes later, I’m still unwilling to accept that I’m lost, despite this being the second time I’ve walked through what looks like a library.
• “Downstairs is separated. You wouldn’t find me without going back up and down the opposite side,” the voice has me turning.
• “Sorry, I couldn’t find my way around, and for the shirt, apparently my dress is ripped,” I explain, and he laughs.
• “That is totally fine, Demi. It’s this way,” he walks through, and I follow. We go back up the stairs, down the hall, and down another set of stairs. This time, I ended up in a large living area.
• “What time is it?” Why is it light?
• “Six thirty, you slept the night away,” he says while smirking.
• Shit. “I need to leave. I was meant to meet someone last night. I need to call and explain,” I say while looking towards the doors to see the exit.
• “Your bag, Demi,” he holds it out, and I stare. “I didn’t think it was right to kidnap you and not have your phone and purse here,” he explains, and I take it.
• “Thank you…” I bite my lip. “I can’t remember your name.” God, that sounds awful.
• He laughs loudly. “Demitri, how can you forget Demi when your name is the first four letters of mine?” His head tilts slightly.
• “I…Last time, I was high on adrenaline and didn’t remember much of what was said.” I laugh slightly and click the button on my phone.
• Fifty missed calls, hitting Yas, I wait for her to answer.
• “Where were you? We sent out a search party and everything. You were choosing shoes and underwear one minute, and then you were gone,” she shouts down the phone.
• “Yas, I…” I glance at Demitri and walk farther away so he can’t hear me. “I was fuckin’ kidnapped,” I whisper, and she laughs.
• “Wait, you’re serious? He actually returned and kidnapped you?”
• “Yes, last night, and I’m still here now as I fell asleep apparently instead of going home.” I still can’t believe I fell asleep in some stranger’s house.
• “So, I need to know, was it quick like last time or…”
• “I fell asleep, Yas. I was exhausted. That answers that question,” I laugh slightly, and she whistled. “I’m not happy, though. The fuckers broke my headphones,” I complain, and she laughs.
• “Forget the headphones. You have a guy who is going to kidnap you just so you can have sex. Enjoy it,” she laughs, and I groan.
• “Okay, I’ll speak to you later, right? Did Justin show up?” I ask.
• “He called, swearing at me for setting my…In his words, ‘aggressive ankle biting chihuahua on him’,” she laughs, and I do as well.
• “One, I didn’t bite his ankles…I kicked him in the balls. Two, a chihuahua? Of all dogs he could call me, he picks that one?” We both laugh, and she groans slightly.
• “Okay, I’m going back to sleep. I’m still hungover. Speak later, night,” she mutters before ending the call. Well, I guess she forgot about me quickly if she’s hungover.
• “Demi.”
• I spin and look at Demitri.
• “We should talk. Come have breakfast,” he points forward, and I walk with him following. I feel the shirt lift slightly and turn to see his eyes fixed on my ass.
• “Really?” I laugh slightly.
• “I could see it through the shirt, but it’s a better view when it’s uncovered,” he explains, and I nod. Sitting at the table, I look at him.
• “I apologise for falling asleep and taking over your space and not just leaving after,” I say, feeling anxious about it.
• “Demi, I don’t care. I mean, it’s the first time I’ve ever slept next to a woman, but I don’t mind,” he explains while smiling.
• “How the hell have you never slept next to a woman?” He’s in his late thirties, I think.
• “Never a need to. My relationships were purely for release and sex. It never reaches the point where they stay the night. Actually, it’s rare they stay for long after, regardless of the time,” he explains, and I nod. So he basically just fucks women, and then they leave. Good to know.
• “Well, I still apologise for throwing out your usual routine,” I say, and he laughs.
• “I said it wasn’t an issue, and I don’t mind. I want to inform you that this doesn’t end here, Demi. I expect to find myself kidnapped and tied to your chair again,” he smirks at me.
• How? I bite against my lip. “That’s not possible. There’s no way I can kidnap you,” he’s crazy if he thinks it’s possible.
• “You have once already, Demi,” he smirks, and I groan.
• “That was a mistake and sheer luck! I wouldn’t know how to know where you are and when to take you,” I explain.
• “How about I tell you that on Mondays, I visit Boudiour Bodies to get an update on how things are going? I typically go there between one and two. However, while there, I am heavily guarded,” he explains.
• That doesn’t help. “So if I can’t kidnap you from there, that means I have to what? Follow you and find out what you do, where you go, and when?” I ask, and he nods, laughing.
• “Demi, I’ve spent the entire month doing just that with you. I can relay everything that you do. It’s not that hard,” he smirked, and I stared at him. This has to be a joke. He stalked me?