Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 27: HIS GAME

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Evening...

She's hesitant to step inside the car, but she has to. Nikki takes a deep breath and climbs inside after a moment of reluctance.

Tightly, she clasps her palms on top of her lap. She was nervous, which she usually is. Although the car's AC was at a high temperature, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Miss Erika starts the car and joins the traffic on the next avenue. After passing the second avenue from the street where she lived, the car took a right turn.

After 10 minutes, the car entered a complex that was not that far from her neighborhood.

The thumping in her chest even got louder. She always stares at these twin tower buildings from her bedroom.

Could it be possible for this guy to see her bedroom from his condo unit? Seriously? Did he watch her bedroom every time he texted her during the night? Now she's right about her guess. He is just around her neighborhood.

She glances at Miss Erika after stopping the car in front of the parking lot elevator. She handed her a silver envelope.

"The key cards of the condo are inside, along with the password written on a piece of paper. The unit is on the 60th, the top floor. Head to your left, and you will see a door. I am not waiting for you, but don't try to run. You know what the consequences were."

She nodded even though she was dazed, understanding what she told her. Nikki gets out of the car and walks toward the elevator.

Arriving at the top floor, she heads to the left as Miss Erika instructs her. She took a long breath, opened the door with the key card, and typed the password.

Nikki pushed the door; there was an entryway before another entry. Both corners have a long console table, and there is a woman's slipper on one of the shelves.

Nikki took off her four-inch stilettos and wore the house slipper. She also hung her coat on the stand she noticed before the staircase.

She climbed three steps, then pushed the door to open. Taking the 10-meter-long corridor, Nikki was welcomed by a high-ceiling living room.

The floor-ceiling windows are tall, which gives a majestic view outside. Despite its interior design meant for a man, it was pleasant for a woman's eyes. She gasps in awe.

She glances to her right side. She realized it was a kitchen, and on her left side was a closed-door room, a part of the corridor wall. She wondered what it was, but she wasn't here to know what with that room. She proceeded to the middle, the living room.

Nikki looked up, and it dazed her to stare at the high ceiling. It looks like half of this condo comprises a living room, dining area, one closed room, and a kitchen. She saw a door hidden behind the staircase. It must be a door to a bathroom and laundry. Her gaze landed upstairs; a door was on the corner, and the door was closed to the stairs.

Now she's confused about what to do next. 

Nikki strides closer to the window, suits herself to look outside and watches the traffic below and her neighborhood. Hugging herself, Nikki stared at her reflection. The heavens cried for real, adding to the chill she was feeling.

She was wearing a knitted off-shoulder long sleeve that hugged her body. It was five inches high from her knee so it can be considered a short-fitted purple dress. Even though she lacked height, people praised her legs, which became one of her best assets.

It startled her when her phone vibrated inside her black purse. She draws out the gadget and reads the messages. It was from her mother. She felt guilty.

The excuse she gave her was that she was meeting a friend whom she hadn't seen for years. Her mother was happy that finally she would go out like tonight.

Lucy reminded her daughter to take care and stay dry, not to catch a cold when rain suddenly poured down in the evening. Upon sending a response, another message arrives. It was from him.

"Go upstairs, left door."

She looked up, and there were just two doors. The one close to the stairs is the left door, and the right is on the corner. Could it be that he was in the other room?

As long as he helps her and gives his blood to her mother, she will be fine. She has to follow him, as her mother's life is in his hands. She must not care too much about his privacy.

Nikki takes a deep breath. Her knees are quivering with every step she takes, gradually toward the second floor. Shivering hands, she opens the door instantly; she breathes the cool air from the room's AC.

Stepping inside the bedroom, she saw a purple box on the bed. Nikki opens the cover, revealing to her a black chemise from a famous brand, The Bella Collections Classic Lingerie Limited Edition. She saw this one on her Instagram feed.

Staring at the skimpy clothing, she wished that she could only disappear from where she stood or that the ground would shake and eat her, but like what she kept repeating in her mind, she saw no choice for her, and hiding is not an option. Her mother's life is in his hands.

Inside, soft light comes from the bulb near the bathroom door, while the rest of the room is dimmer.

Nikki headed to the bathroom and planned to take a quick hot shower. The room is more relaxed than the living room. It gives her a chill down to the bones. Hoping he will decrease the temperature of his bedroom. Nikki prayed.

Stepping into the bathroom, she could not admire the grandness of the bathtub and the extravagance of the washstands when she was this nervous.

Could she lock herself inside? But she cannot just stay here forever. It is better to end the night quickly.

Nikki looks for a hairdryer, and she finds one in one of those drawers. She dried her hair before wearing the black chemise, and tears threatened to plummet from her eyelids.

Nikki wipes the three beads of tears, dropping them into her chin. She inhales and exhales three times while her eyes shut. She scans her silhouette before she comes out of the bathroom.

She was likely playing the game of a complete pervert. A man who has hidden desires, but won't show them in public. She won't mention the name of this behavior, but he is leading her on that path. And because she needed him for her mother, she could not oppose him but allowed him to play with her innocence.

Heaving deep breaths, she picked up the blindfold placed on top of the footbed, and she sat down where she was supposed to sit as he instructed.

With trembling fingers, she covers her eyes and fastens the soft fabric behind her head. Resting her palms on top of her lap, she grabbed the hem of the lingerie when the bedroom door opened.

THIS IS HIS GAME.