The Debt Collector novel Chapter 9

It had been over a month since Alex brought her to this house. He visited her every night and made her have sex with him. It felt strange doing those things with him at first, but she became used to it as the days went by as he was never mean to her. He gave her anything she wanted and more. Despite the situation, she found herself waiting for him every day.

It was a Sunday afternoon. Saoirse was bored and decided to take a walk to the garden. The house was huge, but she had nothing to do there. She went out to go shopping several times, but there was nothing else she needed to buy. The house itself was large and had a game room, but she couldn’t find anything she was interested in. Besides, it was kind of depressing as Alex lived there by himself with maids and bodyguards. What type of person lives alone in a house like this?

She paused as she was about to exit from the back door. Two large men stood beside it, most likely guarding it. Are they planning on stopping her from going out?

But to her relief, they just stepped aside and opened the door. What a nice prison, she thought and giggled to herself.

“Thanks,” she said meekly and walked out the door. She wanted to get to the garden as fast as possible. Alex’s men scared her big time! They looked so mean and intimidating!

The garden was one of the best features of this house. It was huge and lush. Rose bushes covered one side of it. It was springtime, so the roses bloomed beautifully. She loved smelling the flowers. It was soothing. There was a cute little pond by the roses filled with Koi fishes. She sat on the bench so she could relax and enjoy the view.

“Hey there,” she looked up as someone spoke to her. It was one of the guards who was standing by the door. He was shorter than Alex but bigger as he was built heavily. He had muscles on top of muscles. To her, he looked even meaner than Alex. Why was he talking to her? She thought.

“I am Anthony, what’s your name?” he said and gave her a friendly smile as if to reassure her.

“Um…Saoirse,” she said.

“That’s a pretty and unusual name. What does it mean?” he asked.

“Um… it’s an Irish name. It means freedom,” she said.

“I see. That’s cute. What are you doing here all alone?” he asked.

“I was just admiring the flowers. I can leave if that’s a problem?” Saoirse offered. She was starting to feel uneasy. Something about him didn’t feel right. Alex was scary, but he never made her this uncomfortable.