Words Left Unspoken

Chapter Three

He placed down the phone firmly in its cradle and smiled a little. Valerie Parker was such an interesting, lovely, and intelligent girl yet not as smart as he was. No, she wasn’t even close. She had no idea who he was or what he was about to do. He stood up and his eyes flashed in that special way. His eyes always flashed when he was excited…or angry. He moved swiftly, unlike his “undercover” character. His character was the person Valerie thought she knew. Boy, was she wrong. He was a totally different person. He was sort of like an actor hidden behind a small role, but once Valerie realized who he really is, he could finally have that leading part. She would learn to love his real self who was much more romantic and mature. She would learn that he loved her as he has never loved anyone before. He bet she didn’t understand that now.

But that’s absolutely fine, they were going to take it slowly, one at a time. Before she knew it, Valerie would find herself falling for him…uncontrollably fast.

He walked over to the heavy door that led to his chamber. It was actually his room but he liked to call it his chamber, it sounded more formal and medieval. Not that he was that interested in medieval times, it’s just he liked older periods of time, like Shakespearean…especially Shakespearean. People back then were different, more intelligent, and more valued and…that was enough thinking for the night.

He put his hand on the brass doorknob and pushed open the heavy door. It opened into a big room with a high, dome-shaped ceiling. Wooden, polished, floorboards lined the ground and stretched to every corner of the room. A huge, canopy bed was pushed against the right wall and was topped with thick layers of blankets, sheets, and quilts. A large window stretched across the left wall and was framed with long, heavy, maroon-colored, drapes that were closed right now. Wooden chests and a large wardrobe were placed against the north wall and his computer and desk stood at the opposite side. Picasso and Van Gogh paintings were hung up around his room. A large rug was placed at the foot of his bed. A brown couch was put directly opposite his desk. There was a wooden coffee table stationed between the couch and a large screen TV, not that he ever watched the TV, he was much too busy to be watching TV. A closet door was on the right side of his large bed. On the door handle, there hung a single old-fashioned key.

It had a beautiful design engraved at the top of the key. It was attached to a long piece of red string. The key was very important to him so he kept it near the bed at all times.

Instead of normal electricity lights, he had candle torches set up around his room. He nodded, satisfied with his inspection of his beloved room. This was his chamber, a place that nobody has ever been into besides himself and his parents. They were out of town for this whole month so he was alone in this big house for quite a while. It was perfect timing for his plans with Valerie Parker. He smiled thinly again and quickly changed into his nightclothes and slipped into his blankets. He had a big day tomorrow with big plans. He should get some rest. His eyes glimmered one last time and he reached over and switched off the electric candles. He laid back on his pillow and started to dream about his passionate lover, Valerie.