Lost

Jack's POV

"Just leave your things, Jack, except for the food," Charlotte said when I was about to carry my suitcase and my hand-carry bag.

"No one will touch your things; you already said this place is secluded," she added before she got inside the house, and I let out a heavy sigh before I went after her with the take-out food in my hands; my eyes widened when I saw the interior of the manor.

It was perfect on the inside, from the high ceiling to expensive chandeliers, and I could see expensive paintings hanging in the hallway as she led me to the dining hall. My mouth was agape as I saw the delicately carved long wooden table surrounded by twenty-four dining chairs made from the most expensive wood.

I carefully put the food on top of the table as she pulled out a chair, and I could tell Hunter's sister was checking me out; I liked the feeling of being scrutinized by her seductive eyes.