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“We need to come to an understanding.” The glow in Derrial’s eyes faded as he spoke, seeming to tame whatever inside of him was causing such a reaction. “We’re not going to harm you, but you’re not going anywhere either. We’ve been around for too long not to know that there is something about you that’s special. And nothing is going to change until we figure out what that is.”
I studied him for a moment while he waited for me to answer. I believed him when he said that they weren’t going to harm me. I believed him that they believed that. But what they didn’t understand was that by taking away everything familiar in my life and forcing me to bend to their will...they were harming me.
“So, what’s next?” I finally asked, watching as something that almost looked like relief flashed across his features, softening them.
“Next, you’re going to get better,” Darrial said, getting up off the bed and handing me the other half of my sandwich. “We’re going to the World Summit, and you’ll need to be your best as my date.”
With that pronouncement he left the room, leaving Thane shaking with laughter next to me.
What the hell was so funny?
* * *
Three days later,Corran pronounced me fully recovered and ready to go. Over those last few days there had been an unspoken truce between the four of us. No talking about the Vepar, or my kidnapping. Nothing about why humans went missing apparently either. And no orgasms... Instead we stuck to safe topics like my favorite foods. I found out Derrial loved to cook human food and after he heard that my favorite dishes were Thai, he cooked up a storm and made the most delicious Pad Thai I’d ever tasted in my entire life. We all ate dinner together that night, and I caught their stolen glances my way like they wanted to each steal me away and carry me alone to a room, so they had me all for themselves. The air grew heavy with their need, but I said nothing and enjoyed my food, admiring their self-control. Maybe it was mean of me, but after they turned my life upside down, I bathed in a bit of payback, anyway I could get it.
The whole set up seemed almost normal...Almost...if having dinner with three of the most gorgeous men in the world constituted as normal.
I stood in front of my walk-in closet, looking through the clothes that continued to appear in there. I wasn’t sure how the men were getting access to outfits in the middle of nowhere and how they fitted me perfectly, but at least it had confirmed I wasn’t being given clothes from another kidnapped victim since the tags were on every item. Brands that I hadn’t imagined I would ever see in real life, let alone get to wear.
Considering I’d been housebound since arriving here I wasn’t sure when to wear the ten pairs of Christian Louboutins that were now sitting in my closet. Maybe this trip? Part of me wished I had my phone for the simple reason that I wanted to send a photo of them to Cherry. And that thought made me wonder where she was at. Had she even tried to contact me, and if she had, was she worried at all? What about my new boss? He would have considered me unreliable now and I’m sure my job was long gone. I couldn’t go back to working for Greg since I had simply messaged him I was quitting and never showed up again. And I hadn’t paid my landlord in weeks, so I’m sure he had started the eviction process for my loft and had probably sold all my belongings. My stomach sunk at the thought, not for my few belongings I had, but for the photos that I had left of my parents that were still at my loft.
Not that I’d accepted my fate here… far from it. But since the Vepar were playing nice, I’d use the opportunity to uncover their real intentions and figure out how to leave in a smarter way.
A knock sounded on my door. After the guys had continued to appear unannounced, I had put my foot down that they had to knock before entering. I was surprised when they actually listened.
“Come in,” I called out. It was Derrial, looking so good that it should be a crime in his perfectly fitted grey suit with a black button up and black tie underneath it. His blonde hair had been brushed off his face, falling behind his ears, and I could sit there and stare at him for hours.
“Do you need help packing?” he asked, eyeing the floor with no sign of my bag. I blushed at the thought of this Vepar helping me pack my underwear.
“Maybe just tell me what kind of clothes I’ll need, and I can pick them out?” I responded.
“No offense. But I think it’s best I select your outfits.” He smirked. “In the weeks that we watched you, I don’t think I saw you in anything that didn’t look like a paper sack. I can tell when a woman is trying to hide herself from the world.”
I opened my mouth to object, to say something about my lack of funds, but he was already in my closet tossing things behind him so that they landed on the bed. My eyes widened at the skirt suits and fancy cocktail dresses he picked out.
“What kind of conference did you say this was?” I asked, absentmindedly smoothing out a black, silky dress that I knew was more expensive than six months of the rent for my loft.
“The World Summit,” he answered casually, apparently unaware of what effect such an announcement would have on me. When I had heard about the event on the news, I had always imagined the most powerful men in the world sitting around a table in their tailored suits, talking about things I didn’t understand. I sighed a heavy exhale at the thought of actually attending the World Summit. Someone like me didn’t belong at such a place.
“I can’t go with you to that,” I squeaked, balling up the aforementioned dress in my hands in distress.
I knew the World Summit was an annual conference held every year in which the leaders of the Vepar and the leaders of various countries in the world met to go over policy and changes that the Vepar wished to implement. Only the most powerful of the Vepar went, making me wonder why Derrial was going to attend. Why would a Vepar powerful enough to represent them at the World Summit have kidnapped a lowly human girl?
When he turned around, holding a glittering gold gown, I took a step back. “What’s wrong?” He grinned at me, strolling closer.
“Who exactly are you?” I asked, eyeing him through skeptical lenses. Despite playing happy roommates for the past few days, they hardly revealed anything about themselves, why they were on Earth, why they really took me… nothing to give me some background.
“I guess you’ll find out soon.” He tossed another blue dress with a flowing skirt onto the bed. “You should have enough clothes right there for the week. Be ready in an hour,” he ordered, marching out of the room and closing the door behind him.
I sank to my bed unsteadily. A few days ago, I’d been waiting tables at a small cafe, just trying to make ends meet. Now I was apparently going to wear $20,000 dresses and hobnob with world leaders.
What was happening?
