It has been two days since I was brought here and I haven't left the room once. This time, I wasn't going to give Sean the illusion that I was fine with him keeping me here without my consent. I wouldn't let myself develop Stockholm syndome again and open my heart for my kidnapper. He deserved every bit of hate I was giving him, and some more.

"How long are you going to stay in?" I heard a familiar voice as I was looking out of the window at the pleasant sun.

I turned around and my eyes met Jason's, who was standing near the doorframe with a bowl of pasta in his hands.

"Finally. I was wondering when you'll find time to see me." I pouted and sat down on the bed, giving him space to sit beside me.

"I was home. I didn't know you were back." He said as took the seat and handed me over the pasta.

"I knew the food tasted off. No way you would cook some bland omelet." I smiled at him and took the pasta from his hands.

"So how come you are back? I thought you were gone for good." He said, staring at me with his adorable green eyes.

"I thought that too." I scowled. "It's all Sean's fault. God, I hate him."

I took a bite of the pasta and when the taste hit my tastebuds, I took a sigh of pleasure.

"Well, don't worry. He will soon be too busy to make you miserable." He replied.

"What does that mean?" My eyebrows furrowed.

"You didn't know?" His eyebrows dipped in confusion.

"Know what?" I asked.

"Mr. Miller is getting engaged to Hailey this weekend." He said and my mouth hang open in surprised.

Engaged?

So many emotions rushed through my mind all at once and I forgot how to speak for a whole minute.

Yes, I knew they were in a relationship but I didn't know it was that serious. If it was, what about all those moments we had in the past few months? Why did he take care of me like that? And that kiss after the club, what about that? Why would he kiss me like that if he was seriously in love with Hailey? Was it just casual lust that he wanted to get over with?

"Penny?" Jason called my name, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I.." I looked around, not finding any words to form a sentence. My stomach felt sick all of sudden and I felt like throwing up. "Um.... My head hurts."

"Oh. You better take rest then. I'll visit you later." He said and brought his hands to my cheeks, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ears. "Take care."

"Sure." I smiled but it felt forced.

Once he left, I collapsed back on the bed while moisture appeared in my eyes. I felt disgusted at myself for feeling like this. I was supposed to hate him for hiding the truth of my mother's death. Now, I had two reasons to hate him. He kissed me despite being committed to someone. Yet, I still didn't feel any hatred for him, just a weird longing in the deepest corners of my heart for a man who would never be mine.

.........

As the day passed, the feeling of sadness was replaced by anger. Sean Miller was a two-timing jerk and he deserved all the hate in the world. He was a liar, a cheater, a sadist and an evil manipulative villain. And he didn't have the courtesy to even tell me that he was getting engaged. Fuck him!

Why should I stay locked in a hole while his life hasn't been affected a bit? I decided to go downstairs and act like nothing he did concerned me. But first, I was going to take off these rags I've been wearing for two days.

As I reached downstairs dressed up in the sexiest bralette I owned, I was met with the eyes of few men sitting in the lounge. The only familiar pair of eyes belonged to Sean, who was staring at me with a constipated look on his face.

He stood up and rushed over to me in a swift, as if he was struck by the lightning. "Go back upstairs." He whispered once he reached me.

"Why? Didn't you want me to stop sulking and act normal?" I said and his jaw hardened.

"Who is she?" A man said from behind but before I could speak anything, Sean gave him the angriest glare I had ever seen. "She is a hooker and she is mine." He said and tugged me along him towards his bedroom that was closest to us, while I was writhing in anger.

Once we entered and his grip loosened, I tugged my hand free and punched his chest. "Hooker? How dare you call me that?" I said.

It took him some time to overcome the punch and then, he used the same glare with me, or he tried to. He knew it wasn't going to affect me the same way.

"You would rather have me tell a bunch of gangsters your address? Are you that stupid?" He roared at me.

"Yes, why not? I'm already kidnapped by one gangster, aren't I?" I rolled my eyes.

"They won't treat you as nicely as me. Their men would have turns raping you and then they will toss you out on the streets." He gritted his teeth at me and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought. "And what the fuck are you wearing?" He said as his eyes moved to my chest.

"It's a bralette." I said, feeling hot and bothered under his lingering gaze.

"It belongs under the shirt." He said.

"You don't get to taunt me about my clothes. I'm free to wear whatever I want." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Not in this house where there are hundreds of men around you." He said as he stepped closer. I took a step back but my back met with the door instead. He walked closer until I could smell his cologne and towered over me, all the while staring into my eyes. My legs started to feel weak due to his proximity and the thoughts in my mind jumbled up.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and my lips got dry at the sight of the chiseled skin. Damn, I was supposed to have a grip.

Taking off his shirt with one hand, he extended his other hand and locked the door.

"Wear this if you want to leave this room." He said, chucking the shirt towards me.

"I'm not wearing this." I snapped back, feeling slightly out of breath.

"Fine. I'll call Thomas and tell him to escort everyone out. I can stay here all day." He said and walked over to the bed, hopping on it.

"Sure." I said and sat down on the couch.

.........

Asshole.

He was actually serious about it. He would rather stay locked here the whole day than letting me wear what I want. For the last one hour, I had been sitting on the couch idly while he was slumped on the bed, scrolling his phone.

"Does your future fiancée knows you have a girl locked in your bedroom?" I said and his face lost some of its color. Did he think I would never get to know that he was getting engaged? Or maybe he thought he could keep on giving me mixed signals.

"She knows everything she needs to know." He replied briefly.

"Right." I said. "I'm going to walk out now. I can't breathe the same air as you."

"If you walk out of the room in this, you're going to regret it." He said and the tone of his voice said he was serious.

I could play this game the whole day but I knew he wasn't going to budge. Me staying here won't do any good other than giving his ego some satisfaction.

"You are a sexist asshole." I said at last, taking his shirt from the couch. While I was wearing it, I felt his eyes on me but he looked away when I tried to catch him.

"I'd rather be an asshole than deal with men lusting over you." He replied. "I already have million problems."

"Try all you want to rationalize your actions but you are an asshole. Nothing is going to change that." I said.

"I'll live with that." He replied coldly and my hands itched to hit him on his head to shake some sense in it.

His shirt reached my knees and engulfed me completely. This time, I did catch him staring at my legs but he shamelessly glared back at me when I caught him.

Not wanting to see his evil smirk any longer, I left his room and walked back to mine, all the while feeling eyes of the staff on me. Me leaving his room in his shirt definitely didn't look innocent. By the time I reached my room, my face was flushing deep red with embarrassment.

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Is Sean really an asshole? What are your thoughts about this whole Penny-Sean-Hailey situation?