Chapter 4 : You Owe Me Your Life

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I exclaimed glaring at him with my gritted teeth.

"I guess you're still not aware of what is happening" he stated in his manly voice sounding so foreign in my ears.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously but nervously. 

He take a step towards me and in every step that he made is so sure and intimidating and all I could do is to step back.

"Your father. He gave you to me in exchange of the sponsorship" he stated looking at me straight in my eyes. 

My lips tremble not wanting to believe him. Why would I believe him? I don't even know him personally. I just met him a while ago. He's lying, he's definitely lying. 

"My father will never do that" I retorted  shaking my head. 

"You're wrong honey, your father just sold you to me a while ago" he said in controlled voice

"NO!" I shout, provoke with his sudden announcement.

Daddy will never do that to me. He will never hand me over to someone just for money. He will never betrayed me. 

I fisted my hand as I saw Saint Vicenzo Santorini looking at me. His gaze is piercing and he exude an aura that no one would miss. 

"You heard me clearly, one of these days you'll be living with me as my wife" he firmly said as he stared at me with intensity on his eyes. 

"I will never become your wife" I disapprove.

"You are my promise bride flower" he stated precisely grinning sexily in front of me but haft of him still looked stern, austere and stoic. 

"I will talk to my father" I warned him 

"You should" he suggested nodding his head. I pressed my lips together as I studied his face. 

He seem so serious and I'm afraid that Dad really sold me to him. But no, what am I thinking? I shouldn't doubt my father. He will never abandon me like that. He will never...

"Stop right there" I flinch when he walk close to me. I started to breath heavily but manage to glare at him sharply.

He's invading someone's privacy and yet he can walk freely as if he didn't do anything wrong?

"Where are the others?"he ask in controlled voice as he stop five feet away from me. I mentally sighed in relief. 

What is he talking about? 

"Ballerinas" he utter putting his both hands on the pocket of his pants. He's wearing a black tuxedo but he's hair is kinda messy making him look so bad, although he carry it well that's why his presence is screaming with so much power. 

"This is my assigned room" I answer carefully watching his every move.

His jaw clenched as his fingers played his moisten lips"Good to hear" he utter roughly but he doesn't sound mad in my ears.

I breath in and out waiting him to get out. The room suddenly become small because of his presence. He was not glaring at me nor frowning yet, my heart is pounding so fast because of the wedding that his talking about. 

"You can leave now Mr. Santorini " I said to get his attention. He instantly turn his head to me with his forehead creased.

"No" he replied firmly sounding provoke with my sudden rudeness.

My eyes narrowed confuse with his sudden appearance "What do you want aside from telling me about that shit wedding"I ask not pleased with him.

"Te deseo" he instantly replied giving me a sly leer. My forehead creased hearing a familiar yet foreign language. 

I'm not a multilingual, perhaps he's really not an American? 

I lift my head to look at him and I flinch in surprised as I saw him standing right in front of my eyes. That fast?

I stiffen when his hand reach the small edge of my waist crawling his fingers towards the slender part of my back. 

I gasp feeling the warmth of his hand forming a mischievous smirk on his handsome face "Scared?" He hissed in low baritone voice.

Unconsciously I found my hand gripping his left shoulder tightly.

"This is. This is harassment" I said under my breath giving him warning. 

He lightly chuckle and nod his head leaning closer to me.

"I know mi amor" he replied pulling me closer to him not wanting to leave any inch of distance between us.

"I can sue for this" I said in shaky voice afraid that he might do something that could hurt me.

I breath heavily when he leaned down to reach the side of my head. He's way taller than me and I was so small compared to him. 

How can I fight back?

"Yes you can" he whisper in my ear with his husky voice sending thousands of voltage to my veins. I can feel his warm breath on the bare skin of my shoulder which make me sigh.

I wanted to push him away but my body doesn't want to cooperate. It's moving on it's own as if they were asking him to touch me more, and that is not good.

I felt alarm when I felt his hand caressing my back up and down, while his other hand is gripping my small waist but enoughed not to hurt me. 

"Please... let me go" I pleaded with my closed eyes. I heard him hissed a series of curses before he step back and let go of me as if he was hurt and burn.

His eyes darken than it's usual shade as his jaw clenched fisting his hand controlling his emotions. He's more menacing right now, one mistake and he can send me to my graveyard. That's how I can describe him right now. 

He breath heavily and close his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose lifting his head while his left hand is on his waist "Damn it" he murmured under his breath before he look at me.

"Remember this young woman, I am Saint Vicenzo Santorini. And I claim you as mine" he said with heavy breath. I thought he was going to leave but then, his forehead creased again as if he remember something putting a hard scowl on his face "Don't let any fucking man touch you again"

"And who are you to dictate that to me? I just met you a while ago telling me lies " I disapprove with my narrowed eyes questioning him with his sudden demand "I don't even know you" I remark

"What if they take advantage to you that's why they trying to touch you" he supposed uncertainly with madness on his tone "I won't stand still when it happen" he mumble gritting his teeth.

"It was you who tried to took advantage on me"I retorted back, surprised is evident on his face as he look at me and then he look away clearing his throat.

See? He's guilty! 

I look at him in disbelief. Where did this man came from? He's acting as if we already know each other for a long period of time, when in fact I just shook his hand for about an hour ago. Unbelievable. 

I frown and pick my bag on the chair and walk towards the door leaving him inside the room. I wanted to go home, I don't care where is Gordon. I wanted to leave right now and talk to Dad. I walk towards the lobby ignoring those who greeted me until I found myself standing outside the Zeneca Ballet. 

I roamed my eyes around before I continue to walk ignoring the sting sensation as the sunlight hits my bare skin. I was about to cross the street when I heard a loud beep sound followed by someone who suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me caging from a firm embrace.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" A familiar domineering voice of someone as he pushed me away but still holding my both arm firmly " What the hell are you thinking?!" He growl like a mad man 

Shocked is all over my face as I stared Saint Vicenzo Santorini who's panicking in I don't know reason. 

"You, you saved me?" I ask in disbelief. He cursed loudly and close his eyes.

"Damn it! Yes! I fucking save you and you owe your life to me. Do you understand?" He exclaimed as the afire anger on his eyes ignite.