Celine's POV
I walked out of the building, following the scent of his cologne, to the back of the hotel compound. Then I saw them. Two other men in suits had joined them, and they were talking in hushed tones as always, but I could strain my ears to glean some information.
"Mr Clifford had left ten minutes ago," one of the men in suits said, "He couldn't wait any longer; he said that you should meet him in the hotel next to yours."
"He said that?" Mr Cassian said, with a cold tone. He looked towards Lucas and then back at the men in suits. He let out a dry laugh and then brought his gun.
With a loud bang, he wasted the man who had spoken first. A cold chill ran down my spine. Did he just kill someone?
I couldn't move from the spot I stood, and I was shivering from head to toe. I noticed him trying to turn, and I hid swiftly behind the large flower vase decorating the compound corner of the hotel.
I stayed there until they passed the spot I had stood on before. They were heading to the car, Lucas, dragging the second man by the collar.
Mr Cassian had no expression on his face after killing a man, and I couldn't help thinking, "He is exactly the monster they call him."
His cold demeanor oozed out from me as he passed the spot I once stood in a cold shiver crawling up my spine.
Immediately, their car zoomed off, and I decided I had already had enough of sniffing tonight. I was contemplating running away from his clutches, but I remembered the punishment that came with trying to escape.
Not that I was scared, but I was trying not to act on impulse and bear the brunt later. I had already defied one rule, and if I'm finally caught trying to escape, I wouldn't escape the punishment that comes with it.
Mr Cassian was already very angry. I don't know anywhere in North Dalton, and anyone around these premises could be working for him.
Mr Cassian got his eyes everywhere, almost like a hawk.
I had almost gotten to my room when someone called my name. "Miss Celine". I was tensed up immediately; someone had caught me, and I knew I would have to face the consequences.
I turned quickly, my eyes staring face to face at an uncanny resemblance to Mr Cassian. He walked subtly to where I stood.
"I heard that my brother got himself a new slave, and he was headed to North Dalton with her." he paused, studying me just like his brother.
Brother? No wonder.
He started circling me, "Rumor had it that the slave was the prettiest slave he ever had, some say she smart-tongued but calm, so I had to come see her myself, and where else could I find her, if not at his hotel suite reservation in north Dalton."
Rumor? I was just brought to Mr Cassian's home yesterday, and today I'm in North Dalton. How is that even possible for them to have started spreading rumors already?
"I was just brought to Mr Cassian's house yesterday. I wonder how fast unverified news spreads in this city," I replied to him.
"So the rumors are indeed true. You are obviously the fairest and smart-tongued," he replied to me, ignoring my statement.
"I'll be leaving you now, although I wonder what my brother's reaction would be if he found out that you were sneaking around, or that you followed him."
For a moment, I felt my soul leave me, but I composed myself immediately. "Well, you wouldn't snitch, would you?" I asked, unsure of the reply he would give, although I hoped he wouldn't snitch on me.
"Snitch, that's an interesting word, you know, we don't use such slang here. Anyways, hope I remain in a good mood, if not I would tell on you," he said before turning swiftly to enter the elevator.
"My name is Alexandro, remember that," he said, before the elevator door shut.
I broke out in a cold sweat. I shouldn't have followed Mr Cassian. What have I done to myself?. I hurried into the room before any other person could catch sight of me.
But underneath, I knew Mr Cassian couldn't have just left the suite key card carelessly on the desk, left the room unguarded, knowing quite well I was inside, if he didn't have other eyes around.
"Lord, please, let me escape it this time," I muttered a prayer, before I slumped on the bed.
I recalled how he sternly enforced his rules inside his private jet, staring into my eyes with a cold expression to ensure he understood every word he spoke.
I recalled the sight I had just witnessed. That was the punishment for insubordination. Mr Cassian never hesitated in dishing out punishments, no matter how grave the punishments were.
I rolled in my bed, sleep eluding me. I finally wanted to sleep. I was exhausted, but my mind wasn't at rest.
This man appeared gentle, but he was far more deadly than Mr Klein could ever be. I burst out in tears before I realized it, staining the pillowcase. "How could fate be so cruel to me?"
"Mother, father, please save me, save me from the cruel hands of fate," I whispered, allowing my tears to take me to sleep.
The next morning, I slowly opened my eyes to my environment, my heart hammering loudly against my chest.
Mr Cassian was still nowhere in sight. "You are awake?" A voice called out from behind me.
I turned my back towards the corridor leading to the bathroom, and that's when I saw him. He wore a bathrobe, exposing part of his chiselled chest.
For a moment, I was lost in him. "You should close your mouth while staring," he teased.
I caught myself immediately. How is he this relaxed, after murdering a person in front of me, just last night?.
"I saw your escapades last night," he stated, turning from the dresser to face me. My heart started to thunder loudly, and I felt I could pass out.