Half an hour ago
Esmeralda was humming away to a tune as she vacuumed away Dylan's place. Although he had told her not to do any work, she could not just stay and do nothing. Plus, it was quite therapeutic for her.
Never in a million years did she ever think she would find herself willingly locked up by a man. Well, not a man as gorgeous as Dylan. But why was she so attracted to him? Was it the mystery? The confidence? The fact that she could be herself around him? She was not sure, but she could not help but be drawn to him.
She felt her throat go dry and beelined for the kitchen. She pressed on the fridge doors and they opened before she reached for a water bottle. She unscrewed the cap and started drinking. She walked over to the kitchen window to take in the outside view as she downed the water. But something caught her eye.
