Chapter 62
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"What?" Flabbergasted and confused I stared incredulously at him with my jaw slack.
'He wants me to tell the truth? So, I can tell Cher everything that had happened?' my brows furrowed as I was deep in thought.
But that doesn't make any sense! One of his top rules are to never tell the truth! Is this a trap?
As if he knew what I was thinking I watched as Mark's lips spread in an even wider smile. "Just like I said tell them everything from the murder to the private number to the kidnapping." He said in a calm unhurried voice, but the devious tone was noticeable.
My face twisted in an even more perturbed expression. "You're for real?" I asked, still in disbelieve as my eyes glided over Mark's face features searching for any lie.
"Hmm." Mark hummed in a thoughtful manner as his eyes shifted upwards, his hold on me still not loosening. "You are allowed to tell her everything." He continued. "However," He added, and I rolled my eyes at him as I shook my head.
'I knew it.'
"You can't tell them that it was me." His gaze went back to me, staring at me with a blank expression.
Silence filled the room as I was trying to find the words to utter. The wrinkles on my nose became prominent as I scrunched it up. Glaring at him I could feel the sentence escape pass my lips in a tense matter as my eyes were fixed on him, trying to gauge for a reaction.
"What are you trying to do?"
An overdramatically gasp could be heard from Mark. "Am I that suspic-"
"You are." Fast and sharp I cut him off.
Pressing my palms against his pecs I tried to push myself free from his hold letting frustrating grunts escape through my lips as he won't budge. "You undoubtedly are, and I won't fall for it."
Exhaling he took my scrunched-up nose between his thumb and index finger. Wiggling it around as his expression turned blank. "You want your friends to live, right? So just do it."
"As if I can trust your words." I sneered with my nasale voice.
Cupping my cheeks, he glowered at me. "You know, I could have just killed your friends first and then kidnap you, but I didn't. I am giving you a fucking choice here. You don't want it?" Shutting close my eyes I could feel his hot breath fanning on my face.
His raging pulse that could be felt from his palms was loud sending a message to my brain to not test his patient any further.
Gulping I opened my mouth carefully. "So as long as I omit your name from the story you wouldn't kill anyone, and I don't have to go back with you?" I confirmed again.
A slow lopsided grin started to form on his face.
"That's right."
'Bullshit.'
There's something more to it then he is telling me. You're basically telling me that he will let me off the hook just by doing that?
Yeah, right.
I inwardly scoffed, making sure that he couldn't read my expression.
"And…" Mark started disturbing my thought process.
There's more!?
"Didn't you say under one condition? So why are you adding more conditions?" I questioned as I smiled, but the smile was not reaching my eyes. One of my brows started to tremble as I could the vein in my temple twitch at the annoying man in front of me.
Mark only shrugged, his grin never leaving his face. "I never said how long the condition was going to be, did I?"
'You little!'
Exasperating I defused the spark of temper that was starting to rise in my body.
Ignoring my anger shaking body he continued his long one condition. "You have to tell her at work."
Deep lines were marring my forehead again. "Why?"
With a smug expression he taps at my nose. "That is for me to know and for you to find out."
I gritted my teeth as I glowered at him, not liking where this was going.
He kept smiling innocently at me his crescent eyes aimed at me until they widen, and his mouth formed an 'O' shape.
"Oh, that reminds me!"
He finally let's go of me and went for something that was in his pocket. Pulling it out he handed it over to me. "You're going to need this." He nodded at my phone that he took away from me from the time that he had kidnapped me.
I grimaced at the sight of the small device that tracked my every movement and recorded every conversation that I had. "I don't really want it." I mumbled, eyeing at the device as if it had a disease.
Mark forced the phone back into my hands. "Well, you have no choice."
"Asswipe". I mumbled under my breath.
He gave a chaste kiss on my forehead and waltzed back to the window. Leaving me behind whose face was heating up as I did my best to give him the worst stinky glare.
"Well I'm going back to my house." He said announcing his departure.
Trying to contain a smile from breaking out I asked
"What are you going to do?"
He tilted his head sideways giving me an obtuse look. "What else can I do then watch you through the cameras the whole night?"
And like that he disappeared from my sight.
My eyes wander around the guest room where I would be sleeping in before I let out a long sigh.
"Now, I don't want to sleep anymore." I grumbled as I went back under the warm duvet, forcing my eyes to close praying that the night would quickly come to its end.
