Chapter:3

Aurelia's POV

I stand there, awkwardly waiting for him to say something. He has been staring at me for the past minute and I am extremely uncomfortable.

"Turn." His voice sounds and I look up. His voice is so deep and there is also a hint of an accent.

The man is very attractive. So attractive that if this weren't the circumstance under which we were meeting one another, I would totally have been day dreaming about him in the days to follow.

I can't tell how tall he is but judging from what I can see, he is ripped. His strong arms are rested on the table infront of him and I can see the veins running along them.

His face is so chiseled and those thick eyebrows and eyelashes allow his grey eyes to pop beautifully.

I feel myself blush a little  when he licks his lips causing me to drop my head.

This man is sex on legs.

I slowly turn around in a circle before facing him again and there is a small smirk on his lips.

UGGH, Perv!

I almost roll my eyes but stop myself as Stephano's list of rules plays over in my head.

Don't disrespect the boss.

I need to remind myself that I am dealing with really dangerous people and that I can't take any chances.

"Take her to get cleaned up and give her some clothes.  Have the doctor come in first thing tomorrow to run the tests. She will start working tomorrow night." He says to Stephano.

"Si, Don." He says before turning back to the door. I go to follow him but stop in my tracks.

"Uhm. Mr. Don. I'm sorry but could I know what work I will be doing." I ask nervously as tears build up in my eyes at the thought of having to be a prostitute for these people. He lifts his head and looks at me with a raised brow and a smirk on his face.

"You didn't tell her what she would be doing here?" The Don asks Stephano and he shakes his head. "I was going to tell her once she was settled in. My apologies, Don." Stephano responds respectfully and I am still curious as to what they mean. 

I mean, I have an idea of what they could be planning to do with me but I don't want to accept it just yet.

"You around going to be working as an escort. Some of my high paying clients need something new. That means you will be sleeping with these men for money and you will pretend to like it. A gloryfied prostitute if that makes better sense to you." He says so casually and I feel my heart sink into my stomach.

The tears slowly slide down my cheeks as I bite my tongue to keep the sounds from escaping my mouth.

"Ah, there it is. For a second there I thought you actually wanted to be here." He says with a dark look on his face. An evil one as if he enjoys what he is putting me through.

"Please. Please don't make me. I can't do that. Anything else but that." I beg as I walk closer to his desk but Stephano grabs my arm and I look at him. He shakes his head before letting me go.

I take that as my sign to not move before turning back, full on sobbing at the idea of what tomorrow brings.

"You would make me alot of money. Alot more then what your father owed me. So yes, you are going to do it." He says, leaving no room for argument and I just completely break down, falling to my knees.

"Please, please. I'll clean and I'll cook. I'll garden but please just don't make me do this." I beg on my knees and he looks at me confused for a second. His eyes shift to Stephano and he looks back at me with a look that I can't really decipher.

"Get her out of here." He says strenly and I feel Stephano pick me by my arms, helping me stand up. He guides me out the door and we walk for a while. The crying does not stop.

He puts me in a room and I sit on the bed, softly crying now. "You have to take a shower. I'll have Martina bring you some fresh towels." He says before leaving. I hear the door being locked from the outside and it sends me into another fit of crying.

After about an hour of praying to God to get me out of this situation, I slowly get up off the bed and walk towards my bag, taking out the pictures of my mother.

"I need you, Mama. Please come and get me." I say softly, silent tears still rolling down my face.

I grab a change of clothes before walking into the connecting bathroom. The tiles on the walls and floors are black and the whole room has a sophisticated air to it. Pulling the glass door open, I turn the water on before stripping and getting into the shower.

I have to be strong.

I have to be strong.

I have to be strong.

I keep repeating the phrase over and over in my head.

I still can't believe that my father put me in this situation. After everything I did to help him. I sacrificed my youth to save his as he he just trades me like I am nothing.

Finishing up, I get out of the shower and grab the towels that the maid dropped off a little after Stephano left the room. I change into my pajamas and crawl into the bed. It is way more comfortable then my bed but I have a hard time falling asleep.

I pray for someone to rescue me from this nightmare and soon enough, the exhaustion from everything that happend today forces my eyes to close and I am eventually off to sleep.

Please let this nightmare be over.