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Chapter TWO

1/3 His

I was becoming aware of the cold breeze caressing the skin of my cheeks and forehead. It wasn't uncomfortable considering the rest of my body was tucked away into warm blankets. After a few more moments, I realized I didn't have a bed, and that I surely wasn't supposed to be sleeping somewhere I wasn't aware of in the first place. My eyes popped open.

"Finally," one velvety voice drawled. "I was starting to wonder if you fell into coma. Do you always sleep this long?"

Memories from last night came rushing to me. I remembered the deal I made with Alec, and reality crushed me, ruining my mood with a vengeance. I tried hard not to think why I was in some stranger's bed – I decisively told myself that bed wasn't Alec's.

My eyes located him in the darkest part of the room. He was comfortably reclined in black leather sofa, his long fingers absently playing with strands of his dark brunette hair. He looked completely at ease, like watching underage girls sleep was something he did often. How long was he here?

"I hope you don't mind explaining yourself, Alec. How did I end up here?" My voice was annoyingly husky from sleepiness. I groaned inwardly as he stopped toying with his hair to throw me one nasty glare.

"And I hope you won't go into denial with our little deal from yesterday. You can't back out now." He said it like it was most reasonable thing in the world. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair in frustration. Why was he so determined to make this as hard for me as possible?

"Ok, admit it. Admit that you drugged me and then kidnapped me. Because I certainly don't remember coming here with you last night." I would hate to accuse someone falsely but everything pointed out that Alec wasn't the most moral person ever, he already kissed me against my will so why would he stop there? I winced at the thought.

"Do you really think so little of me? Somehow I'm not surprised. What was the last thing you remember from last night then?" He rested his elbows on his knees as he watched me intently.

"I'm sorry for implying that, but that was the only reasonable explanation I've come up with. But the point is – the last thing I remember was being in a car with you!" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, but you fell asleep during our conversation. Last thing you said to me was that you don't want to be homeless anymore, so here it is. Your first wish is fulfilled like I promised."

I just stared at him. He was kidding, right? No way, just… I need to start thinking rationally. Yes, there was a high probability I did say that last night – about not wanting to be homeless anymore – but he was the one who made a wish out of it. And how did he even manage to carry me to the bed without waking me up?

"W-what?'" I muttered.

"I took the liberty of choosing a mansion for you – I didn't want to risk you picking some lame two-story house in suburbs. Hope you don't mind." He leaned back casually on the sofa and folded his arms over his chest. Something was slightly different about his face – but I couldn't tell what.

"So you are basically saying that you've bought a mansion for me because I said that I don't want to be homeless anymore?" Ha, I'm not falling for it… no way.

"Yes." His voice sounded somewhat harsher, like he was getting tired of my incredulity.

I bit my lower lip in order to prevent all hysteric chuckles from coming out – however, I was unsuccessful. I cracked, and started laughing like a lunatic from a mental ward. I was giggling at first, but then the real side-splitting laughter broke in. Tears were gliding down my cheeks as I was clutching my stomach. That was just too much! I really didn't even know what was I laughing at – it was a mystery to me as it was to bewildered Alec.

"Care to explain what's so funny?" He sounded irritated. I didn't blame him.

"Oh, Alec, if only all psychopaths were as altruistic as you – the world would be a lot better place!"

He didn't even dignify me with an answer. I gradually stopped laughing, until there was a dead silence.

"Alec?" I called him.

"Yes?"

"Are you being serious? I'm not saying that you're a liar, it all just sounds too… unbelievable."

He sighed – of course he was being serious.

"So, I have like… two more wishes left?" He nodded. I didn't doubt him anymore. Instead, I was starting to be genuinely afraid of what would Alec might expect from me when all three wishes are fulfilled – I supposed nothing stupid like doing his homework (if he still went to school) would satisfy him. I rolled out of the bed – It was relieving to know that I was still in the same shabby clothes I wore for the past few weeks. Alec only took off my boots. I intended to move aside the dense curtains to let the daylight in, but ice-cold hand caught my wrist.

"Don't," was all Alec said to me. I looked at him quizzically and he just shook his head.

I decided to leave it for now and instead went to the bathroom. As expected, it was modern and spacious. Tiles were in achromatic colors and there was a huge Jacuzzi-like tub in the back. Wow. So much for overdoing the fancy stuff.

When I spotted a shower that looked like it was from 23rd century I happily clapped my hands. Let's be honest – I longed for an exhilarating shower for weeks. I didn't even want to think about the state of my hair.

Water was wonderfully hot and it helped relax my tensed muscles. I raked my fingers through my overly long hair, untangling it. It felt so great when I finally stepped out of shower and noticed my fingers and toes were wrinkled. I wrapped one big, fluffy white towel around me and stood before mirror.

In front of me stood a small girl with waist-length dark hair, water drops leaking from her lustrous curls. My peach skin tone looked a lot healthier after a shower. There were several dark bruises on my neck and one on my left cheek – my guess would be that those jerks from yesterday indeed left a mark on me.

But what was the most noticeable on my face without a doubt were my swollen, livid lips. I gasped in disbelief. I didn't dare touch them, but they were fascinating in some morbid way I couldn't explain. Was this from Alec's kiss yesterday?

I vaguely remembered his lips were like ice – cold and firm, but I never dreamed they would leave such mark on me. Unbelievable.

When I opened my mouth, scar was showing on my lower lip. Great. Just fantastic. I can't wait to hear Alec's brilliant explanation for this and his humble apology.

"What on Earth have you done to my lips?!" I pointed my index finger at them, trying my best to appear intimidating. Alec's lips curled in amusement as he looked away from his phone to look my way.

"Oh, so you've noticed." I wanted to erase that self-satisfied sneer from his full lips.

"Of course I've noticed, how oblivious do you think I am? That was a rhetorical question." I snapped at him when he opened his mouth for some smart-ass comeback.

"Nice towel, by the way. You have some clothes in the boxes down the hallway. They were delivered while you were asleep." I ignored his quip about the towel. Alec remembered I didn't have any clothes but those on me. How thoughtful of him.

I went down the hallway as Alec told me. The mansion he bought was quite classy, I'll give him that. With elegant parquet made of dark wood, and high ceiling I could only guess how much this baby had costed Alec. I never asked him, but I guess he came from a very rich family. Let's just face it - he's a teenager, only couple of years older than me and he can afford to play games like this one? How come that his parents were approving his behavior and letting him have his way? He was apparently one of those spoiled kids who used to get everything they pointed their little fingers on. And now that material goods bored him he wanted to play with something more interesting - my life.

I gritted my teeth at the thought. We're going to have a serious conversation about this. But now - I need to get dressed. There were about 10 brown boxes in front of me. I opened the first one to reveal it was full of elegant shirts I would normally never wear. After 9 more boxes and 20 minutes I managed to get myself an outfit.

Black tight jeans and double layered lilac t-shirt with lace on edges. Not really my style, but compared to the other scary stuff that boxes contained this combination looked like a jackpot. However, I didn't like any of those designer shoes (all in black and beige color) so I decided to get back to room to look for my Docs. Alec barely lifted his eyes from his shiny phone - who was he texting to? I looked for a switch to turn on the light because it was too dark in the room - someone didn't want to move the curtains aside and let some natural light fill in the room. When the room lightened up, I sat on the floor in front of Alec.

"I have a few questions."

"I'm listening."

"So, you're coming from a rich family, I suppose?"

"Yeah, you can say that." Alec slightly frowned. I concluded this wasn't one of his favorite subjects. Nonetheless, I was not going to let this slip easily. I was too curious to do that.

"And your parents are okay with you buying a mansion for a random vagrant?" Alec laughed darkly at that.

"Not if that 'random vagrant' is 1/3 mine. And I take care of my belongings. Besides, my parents are dead." I was surprised how Alec's voice sounded indifferent when he spoke about his parents. Like they were some long faded memory he'd rather not think of.

"When did they die?" I asked him quietly; I was not starting to feel any compassion for Alec.

"A while ago." He wasn't looking at me anymore. His eyes were lost in some distant memory as he sat completely motionless for more than a minute.

"And you don't have any family?" I forced that question out of my mouth now - this was maybe my last chance of knowing the answer. Alec pondered whether or not he was going to share that with me. He pouted, and after a while he finally spoke.

"I have a sister."

"Is your sister younger or older than you?" I could tell he cared a lot about her from the way he said that last sentence.

"Actually, we're twins."

Wow, Alec had a twin sister. I wondered how did she look like? Probably a girl version of Alec; possibly with sadistic tendencies or lunatic nature - nobody could stay long enough with Alec without picking up one of those traits.

"What's her name?"

"Jane." I never heard Alec speak with so much softness and endearment in his voice and I wondered if he was still the same person who killed those two guys in that alley yesterday.

"Hey, what happened with the bodies of those two? You know, yesterday in the alley?" Alec scowled at me. Oops. Wrong question.

"That's been taken care of. Don't worry yourself over things that don't concern you anymore."

I looked Alec in his eyes and immediately noticed the difference from yesterday. Dark circles around his eyes were gone, and they were now some odd shade of brown - I distinctly remember they were black yesterday. How? Did he wear contacts? I suppose he did - no other explanation was there.

Abruptly, Alec stood up to his feet and extended his hand to me to help me up. I looked at him questionably.

"Come on. It's time for you to have a tour of your new home."

We started off at the kitchen and the dinning room, then living room, salon and library. I followed Alec silently. He wasn't speaking and I was trying to memorize which room is where. Then Alec pointed toward basement door and said something like: "...if you don't want to die in worst possible pain known to a man, then you better do not enter."

"Is that an order?" I wondered. Alec gave me a wry smile.

"No. I'm not giving you any orders yet. And you can decline any of my instructions without any consequences. I was just giving you a friendly advice about entering that door." Friendly advice? Was he serious? I wasn't the one to guess when there's an open threat.

"However," Alec continued, his voice was deadly low now - "when you become mine, every word I say to you will be of greater importance than your own life. You'll obey my every order without any hesitation or deferment, or you will be punished. I shall become your god, and you'll pray to me." My eyes widened at his words. Alec was seriously whacked in the head, I realized.

"What are you talking about, Alec?" My voice came out high pitched. I bit my lip.

"You'll know when the time comes. In a meantime, enjoy your life the most."

With that words, Alec left me in the darkness while my eyes followed his tall silhouette. I had bad feeling about this one, and I couldn't help but shiver.