7 Seven

"Nice choice of clothing," he said referring to the legging and the thin handle top I had on.

"but the weather is chilled I suppose, you could have picked a jacket or a sweater, I don't want you getting sick from the cold."

My eyes slowly moved from staring aimlessly around to stare at his face. Why would he care? It wasn't like I was his responsibility.

"Why don't you come forward and have a seat?" he gestured for me to come forward with his hand. I took in deep breaths to calm my racing nerves before taking slow steps towards the big dinning table where he had already taken the head seat. He gestured for me to sit on the chair beside him, but I took the one farthest from him.

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so a long time ago."

"I-I'm com-comfortable he-here." I stuttered, staring diligently at the table.

After a long pause he said,

"Suit yourself," The cold tone of his voice as he said those words sent chills down my spine. It sounded like he wasn't used to being turned down.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and in came three girls dresses in maid uniforms similar to that which the girl who brought me here had been wearing, and after bowing to him, they started dishing out food.

He had so many young and beautiful girls working for him. They were even more beautiful than I was and he could have whichever one of them he wanted because who the hell wouldn't want  him back? So I couldn't understand what he wanted with me then?

I nodded at the maid who placed a plate filled with food in front of me, but her face remained stoic, and her body stiff. Once they were done, they left after bowing one last time to him. Was he royalty or bowing was just their way of showing respect?

"Eat."

That single word had me snapping out of my pool of thoughts and I blinked rapidly at him, wringing my fingers together nervously.

"I made the food myself to make you happy, it's your favorite, so eat up." He smiled at me. It was a smile that didn't reach his eyes. My favorite? How did he know that Poutine was my favorite food? It looked delicious, but knowing that he could be a stalker made me lose my appetite.

"I want to leave. I have class today a-and Anya mu-must be worried sick." I blurted, fiddling with my fingers on top my thigh.

Somehow, I felt like I already knew the answer as to how he knew me so well, but I didn't want to accept, it was a crazy possibility.

He placed the spoon he had picked up to eat the dish of Gumbo he had in his plate back beside it and leaned back on his chair to better scrutinize me, I suppose.

"You'll leave," he said, and I looked up immediately from staring at my fingers to stare at his face. He wasn't a kidnapper after all.

"But after you finish up your meal." Relieved, I reluctantly shoved a fork full of Poutine into my mouth. He took his gaze from off me looking satisfied by the fact that I was eating, and picked the spoon back up, then he dipped it in the plate of Gumbo and brought it up to his lips with a little amount of liquid in it.

I watched a scowl take over his features once he tasted it, and he brought the spoon down from his mouth only to say,

"Salty."

The speed at which the expression on his face turned into that of anger was shocking.

He threw the spoon down on the table like he had no care in the world, and it clattered with an irritating noise. Unexpectedly, he angrily pushed the plate of Gumbo off the table, sending it all to the ground while I stared transfixed in shock.

"I told them," he started, making me take my eyes from staring at the broken plate and splattered food in shock to stare at his face.

Them?

"I told them countless times not to add salt in my meal, but they wouldn't listen."

He suddenly leaned on the table, his piercing eyes directed on me while I blinked rapidly.

"I'm sorry I'm scaring you, Leticia." He apologized in a calm tone of voice, and I blinked even more rapidly, wondering if he was bipolar.

"Yeah." I blurted, nodding vigorously.

He sighed lowly, before leaning back on his chair.

After a very awkward moment of him just staring at me and me playing around with my food, he broke the silence.

"How's school going so far for you?"

I lifted my gaze to stare at him in surprise. I had not been one bit expectant of his question.

"I mean, the words on your shirt the other day was an obvious indication that it was your first year in a university."

He remembered me? Should I be happy or should I be sad? His demeanor was nonchalant, but I could see that he really was interested in knowing, behind that nonchalant demeanor of his.

"You're right. It has been great so far but a little hectic. I miss home a little bit too." I chuckled a bit whilst he flashed a wide smile my way, showing off his perfect dentition. For a moment there I was lost for the umpteenth time.

I looked away shyly when I realized that we've been staring at each other for longer than necessary. Could it be that my crush liked me back? There was a question nagging at the back of my head, and the more I tried to ignore it, the more I couldn't.

"What is your name, how did I end up at your house?"

He looked straight into my eyes for a while and I could have sworn that he was thinking of a lie to tell me if his response wasn't believable.

"My name is Drake Reeves. And as to how you ended up here, we hooked up." All these he said with a measured look on his face as he regarded me. I almost choked on my own spit at his last sentence.

"I-I wou- I would never do that!" I defended myself.

"Why would I lie? You were drunk after all, you could have done anything at that moment."

"I'm not like that. I-I I must have been really drunk." I rubbed my head which still ached a little.

"I know. It was your first time taking alcohol, you should have been more careful." It sounded like he really was scolding me.

"How do you know that?" I frowned at him.

"A person can confess to being a murderer in their drunken state. When drunk, you have no control over the things that you spew from your mouth." He looked amused while I felt humiliated. Just how much did I tell him?

"Oh."

"Anyone could have taken you yesterday," he leaned on the table.

"Be careful how you drink next time." I swallowed hard because as he stared at me, it felt like he could see right through my soul.

"Yeah. But did we-I mean, did yo-did you-"

"I didn't touch you. We didn't." he shook his head.

I expelled a breathe of relief.

Thank God!! I wouldn't have forgiven myself if my first time had been with a total stranger or if I had no memory of it.

"I don't fuck drunk helpless girls who have no Idea what they're getting themselves into." He added.