ROGUE

Your POV
My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the beautiful hallway.
It was lit by a beautiful gold chandelier and had mirrors all around the walls. It was so much prettier than any of the fancy hotels I've stayed in, or any of the posh manor houses that you see on tv. Jason's house was something else. From my lack of speech, Jason knew I was impressed.

"I'll show you round." He said, letting go of my wrist and interlacing his fingers with mine.

"Where did everyone go?" I asked, silently praying that his gang didn't live here too.
Not that I wanted to be alone with Jason-
It was just that I didn't feel comfortable with the fact that six criminals were all here.
And then there was just innocent little me.

"I think they're in the living room. C'mon, I wanna show you everything."

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I was dragged around Jason's mansion like a doll as he proudly showed me all the rooms. I have to admit, his house was breath-taking, it seemed too expensive for anyone to afford, it was obvious that Jason was very rich.

He opened one of the doors along the beautiful, fancy corridor upstairs.
"And this is my room." He said, pushing the door fully open so I could enter.

My breath caught in my throat. It was like the room I had always dreamed of having-
From the white, fluffy carpet to the satin curtains, and the oval kingsized bed with the silk sheets neatly made.
A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, just above a grey rug on the floor.
Glass doors opened to a balcony, overlooking the city.
"Your room is so nice." I couldn't help but say it as I moved around the room slowly, gazing out the windows into the beautiful city.
I then traced my fingertips along the neatly-made, silk bedsheets without thinking.
God knows why I did it, but Jason caught me.
His eyebrow raised and a smirk played on his lips.
"Whatcha thinking 'bout, babe?" He said with a wink.

"Nothing, I-"

"Which is why your heart is beating really fast right now." A chuckle escaped his lips.

I brought my hand to my chest, Jason was stood metres away from me.
I had no idea how he possibly knew how fast my heartbeat was.
But it thumped against my hand as if I was about to sing in front of the president.

Jason chuckled and strode towards me, until we were only inches apart.
"Do I make you nervous, Sweetheart?"

Of course not. You killed my boyfriend and kidnapped me. Why on earth would I be nervous around one of the most dangerous men in America?

"No." I said bluntly, taking a step back.

Jason was silent for a second, the same smirk still drawn perfectly on his face as his eyes flickered over me.
"C'mon," he said, finally. "I wanna show you your room."

I was honestly glad that he had found the respect to give me my own space -
I was relieved he wasn't one of those kidnappers who take you, rape you and then leave you to die.
Jason closed his hand around my wrist and lead me out of his amazing room.

Across the corridor, was my own room.
Jason pushed open the door to reveal a room just as beautiful as his own.
"This is your room." He said, kind of awkwardly.

"Thank you." Was all I could choke out.
The fact that the room had been painted my favourite colour, and the fact that it was filled with all my favourite things, and the fact that the walk-in wardrobe was full of clothes my size, just made it clear that I truly wasn't leaving.