twenty two

"It was too late." Logan said. "He already drove off."

I swallowed hard and ran my fingers through my hair. "Goodnight" I said, walking towards my room, totally ignoring their presence.

I needed some time alone. I needed to find dad. I needed to get out of here and I needed to forget about my little crush on Michael.

The stupid crush drifted my mind off the fact that I was actually kidnapped by his dad. I was totally clueless why dad was running away from me without even a freaking explanation.

I sighed walking towards my closet and got extremely irritated when I couldn't find anything comfortable to wear.

Jesus Christ! Just take me out of this dress.

As soon as I landed on my bed I realised that Maria gives everyone's clothes for dry cleaning once a week and my lovely pyjamas were there too. I clenched my jaw, getting out of room and walking upstairs and knocking on the pervert's room.

"Come in" he said and I opened the door to see a pretty shocked Michael. "You actually knocked, didn't you?!"

Even though I was resisting the urge of checking him out, I did it anyway. He was shirtless and was wearing his black and white checkered boxers. He was just simply laying on his bed, looking like a model. From his jawline to his abs he is a full package which keeps on upgrading day after the another due to his work out.

Damn, these hormones.

I rolled my eyes, getting on the point. "Can I have something to wear?"

"I don't know if I'm feeling that generous tonight, but you can totally ask the neighbours." he said and clenched my fists to the point where my nails were digging into my palm.

"You're giving them or not?" he stood up and walked towards me with a smirk on his face.

"What will I get?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes, giving him a bland expression.

"A piece of shit." A fake smile plastered on my face, but that wasn't enough to remove that legendary smirk from his face.

"No I don't want your dad." My eyes widened. "A kiss will do."

"Did you just-"

"Yeah I did." He said, cutting me off and walking closer until we were inches away.

He is shirtless.

Thank you so much Lord for this torture. Michael acting like a sarcastic asshole, shirtless is the hottest thing ever.

"Honey, do you really think I will kiss you?" I asked, trying to be sweet.

"Don't do that?" He said, taking a step closer.

My pants just flew away.

"Do what?"

"Don't honey me, the consequences will give you life long pleasures." His smirked grew bigger.

Sometimes I think, how can someone have such a perverted mind?

But, if that someone is hot, no one notices the perverted mind.

No one, but me.

"I'd rather fuck a blender." I said with a disgusted expression. "Michael, are you giving them to me or not?" I asked him with a sigh.

"Gimme a kiss and take them."

I sighed in defeat. "Okay, but just on the cheek."

He gave me the wtf look. "You kidding me right?"

I shook my head. "You never mentioned about where to give the kiss, so I choose your cheek." I smirked.

He gave me a bland expression before I leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek. "There, now can I please have something to wear?"

He nodded and I hurried towards his closet before getting into the bathroom to change. I changed into his boxers and extra large shirt, which ended below my knees. I got out and saw him still standing on the same spot. "Goodnight." I said and walked out of his room.

I sat on my bed as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Wow, minutes ago I was smiling.

Bipolar much.

My life has changed drastically since that unlucky morning when I was bought here by Jerico. I wasn't ready to accept the fact that dad actually left me. Mr Robert Ventresca actually left me.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hands and stood up from my bed.

I will find him myself.

Right now.

I got out of my room and tiptoed towards the main door. "Where are you going?" I heard Michael's voice and licked my lips before turning around.

"Haha, for ice cream of c-course." I stuttered and starting regretting it the minute I said it.

Ice cream? Seriously Sierra.

"Ice cream at two in the morning?" he scrunched his forehead and took two to three steps towards me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just felt like it."

"So, who's giving you the ice cream for free?" he narrowed his eyes and I wanted to bitch-slap myself so hard.

"Um, yeah I forgot to ask you for some money." I took a deep breath.

"Yeah you totally did." he said.

"So, um..can I go now?"

"I'm coming with you." he said and grabbed my hand dragging me upstairs in his room.

"Woah, are we jumping from the window or something because I think we can totally go out from there." I said.

"I need to grab my sweatshirt before you run away."

"Michael, it's okay I'll go by myself." I tried my best, but somewhere I had the feeling that this isn't going to work.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere alone at two in the morning." he said and I pursed my lips.

"Okay then." there was no use of arguing with him.

"So, what ice cream parlour would be open this time?" I asked, sitting on his bike and gripping his shoulders tightly.

"I know a place." he said and the engined roared, soon after the bike started moving.

"Can we go a little slow?!" I yelled and heard him chuckling. "Are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, but you're acting like you're sitting on this bike the first time."

I rolled my eyes and suddenly the bike stopped in front of a small shop, which actually gave me a homely feeling. "Nova's ice cream parlour." I read the board which was hung near the window.

"Maria used to bring me here." he said and a little smile plastered on my face. "Lets go!"

I nodded and entered the parlour to see only one couple sitting on the corner most chairs. "Here" Michael said and I followed him further inside before we both sat on our chairs. "So tell me where were you planning to go?"

My eyes widened and I swallowed hard. "What do you m-mean?"

"C'mon Sierra you can't lie to me, it was so obvious that you weren't going to have ice cream." he said and I just shifted on my spot a little.

"W-why do you think I was lying?"

"Because there were two buckets of ice cream in the freezer." he said in a 'matter of fact' way.

"I didn't know." my failed attempt of defending myself was going down and down.

"Of course you do because you were the one who asked Maria to bring it for you and Ashley." okay, he's smart as fuck.

And a good observer.

Dammit.

"Excuse me, I think need to use the wash-room." I said and stood up. As I was walking towards the female restroom I felt someone's gaze on my back and I knew it was Michael.

And he knew that I was lying.

C'mon, Sierra! you always have an option B. I got inside the restroom and I smirked when I saw a window. I tried to pull it up and the least expected happened.

It actually opened.

It was big enough for two people to pass through it. I got out of the window and took a deep breath.

"I'm finally free." I said to myself and started jogging away from the parlour. I can finally find dad and get the fuck away from Jerico's mansion and most importantly his son. But, I will miss Maria, she was the only person who was good to me.

Suddenly I felt a grip on my wrist and I started taking quick breaths, scared shitless, I turned around to see a very furious Michael. "Not so fast."

"I-"

"Enough!' he raised his voice, cutting me off. "So, that's the reason why you wanted to have ice cream."

"Michael I-"

"Shut up!" he shouted. "Just shut the fuck up."

"Now you listen to me." I snapped, yanking his hand off my wrist. "I need to find my dad, I am fed up living in your house, crying and thinking about why he left me. I will find him and he will have to tell me what actually happened."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but regained his posture. "You wanna go?" I nodded. "Okay go."

I scrunched my forehead. Is he seriously letting me go?

"But." Ah, I knew it. "You will have to take off my clothes."

My eyes widened with anger. "What?"

"Why are so surprised? I'm serious." he said. "Take off my clothes and go wherever you want."

I clenched my jaw and took off his shirt and boxers before throwing them on his face. Well, I started regretting it soon after. Inside I was wearing my black lacy bra and my black cotton panties.

Wow, that's just so embarrassing. I could've worn a matching underwear.

As I expected, Michael was staring at my body. Which made me even more uncomfortable.

I mean no one wants wear a lacy bra with cotton panties and converse in front of their kidnapper's son.

"Bye." I said and turned around, praying to god that he'll call me back.

"Wait" I immediately turned around. "I think that bra was bought with my money, remember when we went shopping?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I want you to give it back to me right now and then you can go wherever you want."