He knows?

Chapter thirty-three
Jayde
Declan smiles and moves his head towards me. I knew he wanted to kiss me. The silly man must think so full of himself.
I meet him away, hitting my head hand on his head.
"Damn!" He curses and his hold on me falter. I take it as an opportunity to ease away from the bed.
"Lady!" He calls angrily as I start to figure out where the damn door is.
He comes at me from behind again and I struggle to get free from his hold.
"Hey, calm down!' he says, " Please," he adds quickly.
I stop moving and then he lets me go too. I turn to look at him, "What's happening here? How did I get here?"
I know he didn't touch me because I'm still with my wear and my underwear is intact. Though, I'm yet to figure out why.
Declan has another nickname aside the one that put him and his friends together. This nickname is something that was invented because of his stupid behavior. Declan is a skirt chaser.
"Don't you remember?" He blinks once and I give him a skeptical look, "In the bar."
I sigh, "And so what? Was that why you had to kiss me?'
He chuckles softly, "You are forgetting something young lady. You were the one that kissed me, remember," he turns away and massages his forehead, " Why will I kiss you?" He whispers but I can hear him clearly or maybe he intentionally wanted me to hear him.
And they all came back at me at once. I remember myself drinking to stupor and saying something about going home earlier.
I had noticed someone walk past me. But the moment the guy walks back, he looks like Henry.
And, I missed him and I had to kiss him!
And then like that, it turns out to be Henry before I blackout.
God! How could I even be thinking of Henry? Why will I miss him? Why will I see him on Declan? Something is happening to me!
And what was Declan saying? He took my first kiss. Why then must he sound as if I'm not the type of lady he should kiss.
"Then why did you bring me here? You could have just left me alone," I complain.
He turns to look at me, " Have you also forgotten? You kept saying I shouldn't leave. You even held unto my clothes. And so here we are."
I suck inbreathe. I close my eyes as if to hide away from the embarrassment. I don't even remember anything aside from the kiss. God, what have I done?
Or did I do more?
I look at Declan and clear my throat, 'Did I do more?"
He raises his brow unbelievably, " Do what?"
" I can't really remember everything I did yesterday except for the kiss. I was really drunk," I explain as quietly as I can, feeling small with the scrutiny I'm receiving.
"Oh," he says thickly, his arms suddenly folded in front of him, "Then you can't remember the third thing you did."
My heartbeat made a sudden thud as I watch him, anxiousness overtook me at what he was about to say.
He laughs instead, then his face went straight, "I won't tell you that. In fact, I had you recorded this time."
What! At the news of the recorder, fear grip me.
" Please, tell me or let me watch it."
"I might let you watch it if you stay for another three hours."
" What! Three hours?" I yell, then suddenly remember he's only trying to blackmail me. And I have to cooperate with him if I really want to have the video.
"Staying or not?" He reminds annoyingly.
I nod slowly, "I'm staying."
"Then we should go and eat," he turns about and walk inside the closet.
What's he doing? Are we eating in the closet?
I follow him nevertheless, running to meet his space. We move to a door intelligently placed at the back of a big shoe rack. The thing is if you look at it from afar, you wouldn't know there's a door here. Except you move nearer and go around it.
Wonderful!
We walk out into an anteroom. It's semi-dark here so I cling unto Declan. He moves to a box of control by his right, presses a black button. The door opens and we walk inside a spacious bedroom.
I look back and watch the door close, only to display a big gallery, making the door invisible.
I look back at Declan in awe, "Wow! How did you do it?"
He smiles proudly, "I'm not only rich but also brilliant. "
" Wow!" I exclaim and look back at the door again. If someone was to enter this bedroom, no one will ever suspect there's a door that leads somewhere there. But why did he take me there? He could have just put me in any of the guest rooms.
I look back at Declan and open my mouth to say something but the door opens and a lady walks in. Her head is bowed as if she's scared of looking at us in the face.
Oh, I've just forgotten that's how all the maids are trained to do. They must never dare to do so. It's like a sign of disrespect.
"The meal is ready."
Declan looks at me, "Let's go and eat then."
The maid walks out and we follow behind slowly. I look around, admiring every single place. Henry's house is beautifully decorated but Declan seems to surpass him in that aspect.
While we settle down on the dining chair, I decides to ask him what I curious about.
We had macaroni cheese and Chinese rice and a cup of juice each. The maid has also disappeared.
I look up from my food, "Declan, why did you take me to your secret room?"
He smiles and take a bite of the turkey, " Are you that curious? I was going to tell you after eating. But since you've asked, then I will let you know," he looks up at me, our gaze locked and I shiver at the look he's giving me. It's like he's looking into my soul.
"Because I had lots of guests in my house yesterday and I didn't want them to see me bring on Hattie Everett."
What!