Leo clenched his jaw tightly, refusing to look at her eyes. That was the nail that sealed the coffin.
Alia’s blood ran cold as she stared at the teenager, her breath hitching in disbelief. She was never particularly close to Carlo’s friends as compared to Carlo himself, especially since they were difficult to speak with, but she at least thought they liked her enough those tis she spent her days at the orphanage with Daniella.
"Why?" Alia asked, the word leaving her throat a little breathless. "You... You could’ve just co to if you needed help with your future career. I could’ve helped you. There was no need―"
"You were always with Carlo!" Leo suddenly yelled, breaking his silence. "Just because he’s secretly a nerd doesn’t an everyone else is one. Yet your eyes never land on people with talents who lie elsewhere― not on people like Jason, and certainly not on !"
Jason― that was another na that rang a bell in Alia’s head. He was another one of Carlo’s close friends, a little younger than Carlo and Leo.
"All you rich folk are the sa," Leo continued, speaking lowly as he rubbed at his sore wrists. "But at least you’ve got one thing right. The only way to make it up is through connections. If you aren’t willing to get one, then I’ll find my own way."
Hearing his words, Caleb let out an approving bark of laughter.
"Atta boy," he said. "This one will make it to high places."
At his words, Leo seemingly bead with pride like a puppy that was praised by its owner.
"Now, I trust that you won’t speak of this to anyone?" Caleb asked, but it sounded more like an order. "After all, if you did tell, you’d be an accomplice. I wouldn’t need to tell you what happens to poor orphans accused of cris. Don’t forget― you’re already eighteen. They wouldn’t be sending you to juvie if you get caught."
Leo nodded once, a small smirk across his lips.
"As long as we’ve got a deal," he said. His eyes lit up when Caleb reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to show him what was on the screen.
Monts later, Leo’s own phone let out a small beep. One check and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Congratulations," Caleb said. "You’ve been accepted into W&W Industries as an intern. Keep up your performance and we will convert your contract to full-ti staff― along with a nice raise."
"Thanks, Boss," Leo said with a short laugh.
He then turned to Alia, his expression morphing into a mocking one before the smile slowly dimd. Without a second glance back, he sped away, his body disappearing quickly into the shadows.
Alia’s heart sank. She could not count on Leo to get help in the end.
"Now... let’s get started on the main event..." Caleb’s eyes roved all over Alia’s body, causing shivers of revulsion to overco her figure.
"What... what are you planning?!"
But before she could say anything else, Caleb closed the distance between them and tossed Alia over his shoulder as though she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. She let out a screech in surprise, and he rely laughed before his long steps took him to a room in the back.
What was even more shocking was that despite the fact that the rest of the warehouse looked as though it had been abandoned from proper operational use for at least a couple of years, this room was well-furnished... even if the furniture did not match the the of the building.
For one thing, this room was decorated like a bedroom― a plush king-sized bed, a fancy rug, mirrors placed on both the walls and ceilings, and finished with romantic lighting. There were no windows and no other furniture except for the bed and one armchair tucked in a corner.
However, the cherry on top of it was that the layout of this room was almost identical to the bedroom of their shared ho before the divorce. It was only missing a couple of pieces of furniture here and there. Otherwise, even the bedsheets looked similar to the ones Alia herself had picked out back then.
With all the grace of a brute, Caleb tossed Alia onto the bed and she bounced on the mattress, huffing as the air was knocked out of her lungs.
In the short span of ti that she had her eyes closed to brace for the impact, she heard the door click in the background― she was locked here with no ans of escape.
"You must admit, our relationship has seen its fair share of ups and downs," Caleb said with a long exhale. He reached up and began to undo his tie, pulling it away from his neck so that it loosened.
There was a dark, nacing glow that lit up his eyes, causing Alia to worm back in fright. Alarm bells went off in her head as she began to guess what it was this maniac was attempting, and her eyes quickly roved the room in an attempt to search for sothing — anything — she could possibly use as a weapon to defend herself.
"Don’t bother," Caleb said, easily reading through her thoughts. "Do you see anything sharp here? I’ve made sure to prepare this room perfectly. I’m sorry that I couldn’t get it to be the exact copy of our old bedroom."
His words confird Alia’s suspicions.
"But I am sure the experience would be the sa regardless of the location, right?"
The mattress dipped as Caleb crawled onto the bed with her, shrugging his outerwear off and tossing it to a far corner of the floor in one fluid motion.
Desperate, Alia kicked her foot out, catching Caleb by surprise. Her shoes managed to leave a pretty little mark right on his cheek, causing his face to veer to one side from its sheer force. But unfortunately, the heel of her shoe missed, or it would’ve done considerably more damage.
Alia tried a second ti, but if Caleb fell for it again, he would’ve been deserving of it. This ti, he caught her by the ankle, swiftly removing both her shoes before he chucked them behind him. They fell to the floor with a cluttering sound, and Caleb used her ankles to pull Alia closer to him.
"It’s been a while, Alia," Caleb said, leaning in so that his whispers fell directly on her skin. "I’ve missed you. Don’t you miss too?"
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