Chapter 190 - One Hundred And Ninety: My Life Is At Stake (1/2)

Maya's point of view

After the somewhat sad news from Camille, my manager, my mood plunged faster than the force of gravity on a body.  I felt anxious, overwhelmed, weepy, and angry at the loss of what to do. It felt like everything I planned so far was drifting away right in front of me and I was helpless to stop it.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go, my revenge hasn't even begun yet and here it was failing. No! I had to think of something - right after this sleep. My brain was a hubbub of thoughts so I had to sleep to calm down. Yeah, sleep out this gloomy feeling.

And so, that's what I did. Sleep without giving a thought to Sakuzi's invitation, that man could go to hell as long as I care.

I can't tell how long I fell asleep but from my snoring, it was definitely a long one and would have slept further if I didn't have this urge to wake up.

Goosebumps climbed up my arms, I felt eyes on me and someone's breath hitting my face softly.

”Wakey, wakey, up on your feet, you've got a date with me, my princess”

The voice sounded dreamy and distant yet oddly familiar that my sleep muddled brain couldn't process where I had come across it.

I turned to the other side of my bed, I didn't want to wake up -  sleeping was so fun.

”Seriously princess, I could let you enjoy your beauty sleep but I haven't got all day”

Wait a minute, wasn't I dreaming? Why does that voice now feel so real and awfully familiar? My eyes snapped open, Sakuzi!

I woke up to a face looming over me, releasing an ear-splitting scream as a defense mechanism.

What the fuck was going on here? It was really that son of a biscuit! What was he doing here and how did he even get into my room? This has got to be the most disturbing occurrence ever.

I continued screaming so hard to the extent my throat hurt, backing into the wall with my sheet wrapped around my chest though I was with my clothes on.

”What are you doing here?!”  I panicked, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. This creepy scene was going to haunt me for eternity.

He smiled, a spooky smile - in my definition, that couldn't be sincere and even if it was, it was freaking me out!

”I invited you to dinner and since you declined, I decided to take you to dinner myself,” he said, quite enthusiastically.

How does that even make sense? He just barged into my house without an invitation to have dinner with me? Me of all people? Why me?

”How did you get past my door?”

He looked back at the door with a full scowl on his face,” Princess, If you call that chap of wood a door, then I should advise you not to sleep with your eyes closed”

So in one word, he hacked my door. He invaded the only source of security keeping me from harm, this was borderline crazy.

”If this is some kind of emotional manipulation to kill me mentally, congratulations, it's working”

For a moment there, I thought I saw a look of disbelief as he said,

”Why would I kill - I mean, it's not yet time to kill you, I'll inform you when it's due”

Great, this man has lost it! I have a killer who gives his victim a death date on my tail, how worse could this get?

”Go and get dressed” he ordered