CHAPTER 7- CONTROL

Natalie’s POV

I never thought this day would ever come, a day when Lucien was this close to me and even on the same bed as me, the maid left after dropping off the message then I let out a sigh of relief as I peeked under my duvet…

“Get the fuck out Lucien! What the fuck were you thinking?” He slowly crawled out of the covers then looked straight at me before speaking

“If you wanted me gone, you would have just said it, but instead here you are, accommodating the idea of me under your sheets” I stared at him in anger before replying

“I don’t care whatever shitty ideas you got going on in your head but you better start taking your leave before I scream”

He just sat there looking at me, and I just prayed he didn’t hear me calling out his name 5 minutes ago, that would inflate his stupid ego.

“Scream? But I thought I heard otherwise some minutes ago” He paused raising an eyebrow at me. ‘Shit’ He did hear it, I’ll just act like I didn’t hear what he said, good idea.

“Get the fuck out of my room Lucien.”

“I don’t think that’s the proper way to treat a visitor”

“Visitor? Are you kidding me? Couldn’t you have ‘Visited’ someplace else; must it be here?”

“Just wanted to see how my little sister was doing, is it that bad?”

“You came in without knocking, it’s already as bad as it looks, what if I was naked or something?”

“But you weren’t…”

“What if…”

“Shh” He said placing his finger over my lips then parting them open slowly “Quit whining, someone’s waiting for you downstairs…

“I wasn’t expecting anyone, so who could it be?”

“And you are asking me exactly why?”

“Get off, better be out of my room before I come back” I shrugged before bolting out of the room to check who was here to see me. It’s so early in the morning and I already have another ‘Visitor’ who could it be?

For all I know, it could be an intruder or a killer posing as a visitor so as I walked down the stairs, my heart raced uncontrollably thinking of all the possibilities.

I reached the living room and there was no one there, it was all quiet, and no one was in sight.

“That’s strange” I walked slowly towards the door, opened it and looked outside, there was no soul in sight then I shut the door.

I was about going to my room angrily then I noticed a white paper on the dining table, I flipped it open to read what was written, I stared at the letter in confusion because it was another letter like the one, I threw out earlier the one that said my mum didn’t die by accident.

“Whosoever was playing this mind games with me, it really isn’t funny”

I folded the letter back into four overlapping segments then looked around the living room if someone was watching me secretly, but there wasn’t.

I tucked the letter away in my pocket before going back to my room, hopefully that asshole was gone now.

I got to my room, and he was still there, standing in front of my mirror going through my stuff calmly and precise then he finally spoke.

“You’re back? So soon?”

“What do you mean so soon, and what are you doing over there?”

“Why natty?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you take it off?” I stared at him in confusion as his voice only got colder and sharper

“Take what off?”

“The gift I gave you, your birthday gift, it should be on you every fucking time natty”

“I just took it off to have my bath…what’s the big deal about that?”

“The big deal is…” He paused stepping closer to me with the necklace in his hand. He spun me around pinning me to the wall and tucked my hair aside then put the necklace on me. “The necklace is a gift from me, and it shouldn’t ever be taken off, even if you have to bath, put it right back on afterwards, do you understand natty?”

I just stared at him in confusion, I just took it off for a few minutes and he’s already pissed about it, he turned me around as my back hit the wall then he gripped my neck tighter than before. “It looks good on you”

“You’re…choking me Lucien” he only loosened his grip on me a little before slowly letting me go as I let out a cough.

“Stop making me hurt you.”

“Leave my room!”

He left without saying another word to me, and his silence scared me even more than when he was talking, I laid on my bed for some time, looked at the walls then the mirror, nothing seemed to catch my attention, so I just picked up my phone and was scrolling through some videos, nothing really interesting to watch so I just set the phone back down on my stool and went to take a shower…as the warm water hit my skin it felt so peaceful, then I heard the door open few minutes later it closes.

“Who’s there?”

There was no response from the other end, I hurriedly wrapped myself in a towel close by and stepped out… there was a big box on my bed…

“I didn’t remember putting that there, who’s is it?” I opened the box slowly and there was a note tucked in by the side of the box and it read ‘I’m having a gala party this afternoon with some of my work colleagues I’d like you to come little sis.’ The more I read, anger continued to boil in me

“Who does he think he is? First, he chokes me, now I’m just expected to go to a party with him. He’s delusional” I tossed the letter aside and was about to also throw the box out then I noticed another note, I opened it up and it says

‘I didn’t think you needed to read the second letter, put on the dress and be down in an hour, don’t make me fetch you’