Here's another chapter for you all. I'm glad you enjoy it.
Samantha woke up in a huge bed lined with maroon colored sheets. The curtains on her window were pulled tightly shut to block the sunlight from getting through the room.
'Ugh…what happened last night' she though to herself. Well she didn't drink so that ruled out one possibility. She put a hand on her head and could feel a bandage. She winced as last night's events came flooding back to her.
"Shit," she cursed under her breath.
She saw a floor length mirror by the door and slowly got up and walked to it looking at herself. The bandage covered half her forehead and she had purple bruises forming along her arms where the man grabbed her. She was still in her clothes from last night consisting of a pair of faded blue jeans with the hole in the right knee and a gray fitted t-shirt. She suddenly felt underdressed being in a room this size and full of elegant furniture. She walked around the room, arms draped protectively around herself. "Where am I?" she questioned to no one in particular. She knew she should probably figure out that question soon, but her mind didn't seem to be working right. "Must be the bump on the head," she mumbled.
She walked around the room in a trance-like state until she heard the door creek open. She turned around to come face to face with an older gentleman. "Uh…hi," Samantha said nervously to the person who just entered the room, "Where am I?" she asked for the second time. The older man smiled at her before answering.
"You're at Wayne Manor. It seems Master Wayne found you unconscious in the streets and decided to bring you back here…" Before he could say anymore, Samantha cut him off.
"Wait, wait, wait- Wayne Manor as in home to Bruce Wayne…Oh dear God!" She laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling seeming to be in complete shock. "This is…unbelievable."
The man nodded at her statement. He didn't think it was wise of Bruce to bring a stranger into the home, but he agreed that she couldn't just be left out there. "I brought you some pain medication for that nasty gash on your head," The man gave her a gentle smile handing her the pill bottle and a glass of water that she just noticed he had in his hand. She smiled gratefully and took two pills from the bottle and popped them into her mouth, taking a huge gulp of water as well. She sighed.
"Well where is Mr. Wayne?" she asked. To tell the truth she actually didn't like being in his house. While walking on the streets she used to eavesdrop into people's conversations about him. He was the perfect description of a playboy which meant he must also be a complete jackass. She was not looking forward to meeting him even if he did save her life.
What was a man like Bruce doing so close to the Narrows anyways?
"He had to attend to business at Wayne Enterprises, but he told me to call him right away when you woke up."
"Oh…" Something seemed off to Samantha about this whole situation, but her instincts told her to play along.
"Yes, I should do that right now. Do you need anything else Miss…" It suddenly occurred to him he had no idea what this poor girl's name was.
"Samantha, you can call me Samantha."
"And you can call me Alfred." He smiled at her one last time before shutting the door and leaving her to her thoughts. Samantha looked around the room and spotted the bathroom. 'Wow, my own bathroom; this is fancy" she thought. She decided to take a shower since it seemed like she was going to stay there for awhile.
As she was getting ready, her thoughts landed on meeting Mr. Wayne. She was not looking forward to it. She couldn't really deal with a guy whose ego was larger than his house. She sighed and stepped into the warm shower letting her mind rest for now.
She got out of the shower 20 minutes later feeling refreshed. She looked at her clothes from last night; they would have to do for now-she had nothing else to wear. She got out of the bathroom and stepped into her bedroom. "What to do now…" she said to herself. She decided to explore the house. That would keep her occupied until she had to deal with the playboy. She walked out of her room and walked down the hall toward the staircase. The view was beautiful from up there. A chandelier hung on the high ceiling reflecting light from the sun coming in from the windows. Samantha smiled and continued on her way.
She found her way to a ballroom and walked around it. This was probably where Mr. Wayne would have his parties. She rolled her eyes at that until something caught her eye- a lone piano stood in one of the rooms. She walked up to it cautiously, afraid that it would break if she wasn't careful. She ran her hand along the keys and smiled. She used to play the piano with her mother when she was younger. The memory brought a wave of emotions threw her, and she had to stop herself before she cried. She decided to go check out other parts of the house instead, but when she turned around she came face to face with none other than the owner of the house himself.
Ooo they finally come face to face. More to come soon.
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