His Pov:
I chain up my pants as she gets up and goes to the washroom. Honestly, I don't know why the hell I did that.
I usually don't lose control and never do anything without giving it several thoughts. I never in my life bought any prostitute or forced myself on anyone.
Women always went crazy over me and could do anything to get just a glance from me. I have just had one night stands and never slept with a woman twice in my life. I had sex just for some fun and ended it just in there.
For the first time, I bought someone with money, and honestly, even I don't know what I planned to do with her. But I definitely didn't plan to sleep with her or even touch her.
But when she continuously started to beg me to let her go and give her passport back to her, something shifted in my mind.
If she didn't beg, I could even consider this, but her seemingly not wanting me even after being used by several people got me on my edge. I didn't like that she didn't want me.
But what got me off was her sleeping with other men for money. I wanted to show her her place. I hate prostitutes and prostitution so much.
They all are just money hungry sluts who can do anything for just a few dollars and some attention. They be pregnant by the rich just so they can live their rest of the life comfortably.
My own mother did the same. She fucked my father and got pregnant with me. And then with my brother even when my father already had a wife and a daughter.
That didn't stop her from sleeping with him for money. And also not to forget for child support as my father used to pay shithold of money for me and my brother. But she used to have it all for herself. Bitch...
I close my eyes and I sit on the edge of the bed as I try to shut my mind off. But that doesn't help. I forced myself to shut off those memories and after all these years I did that. I shut off my mind and my past.
But since I met her my mind can't stop from going back. It feels like I can see a shadow of my mom in her. A woman who slept around for money. A woman who destroyed me. I hope she doesn't bring me to the point my mother brought me or else she will also have to meet the same outcome my mom had to meet by me.
My thoughts get interrupted as she walks out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Her eyes red and her cheeks stained.
"You don't look too happy for a person who just had two orgasms." I try to ease the situation but I think that worked for the opposite.
" I don't have any clothes to wear. " Her voice low, drained and tired.
I gesture at my abandoned shirt." You can wear that for now."
"For now?" She furrows her brows.
" Yeah.. You can wear my shirts for a few days."
Her eyes glimpse with hope. " And then?"
" Then.. Then I can ask someone to buy some clothes for you.."
"No.. Not that. How long do you plan on keeping me here? I thought you got what you want already." I raise a brow at that.
" What I want?" She nods. I pull her closer by the rope on her waist of her bathrobe as I look up to her .
" What do you think I want from you?"
" You know what I am talking about.." She says. Her face red and her voice barely a whisper. She's actually surprising me to be honest.
It's true I never slept with any prostitute but I know their nature. She contradicts the whole concept of prostitution.
She's timid. At first I was thinking that she's pretending but when I fucked her I could feel her fear, her embarrassment and how unusual it was for her to take me.
But then she admitted herself she slept with three men. She's confusing me and I don't like it.
" I don't plan on letting you go at the moment Rosalina. But if you behave good and don't try to do any funny thing I might consider letting you go."
Even I don't know why I am keeping her. I have no reason to actually. 50 millions is nothing for me but I just don't want to let her go. Yet.
I go back to my room and as I walk out I heard her closing the door and locking it. This earned a grin from me. Does she really think if I want to do something a mere lock can stop me from it.
I try to take a nap. Usually I can't sleep much but I still try to take a nap to clear things in my brain.
I got up after 3 hours. I finish my morning business and go to the kitchen as I gotta make myself breakfast. Usually when I am in the city I do everything for myself and I don't let anyone get in my apartment.
I usually dont like big mansions so I like this as my home qyite much. Its comfy small and gives a homely feeling . A kitchen two rooms and middle space thats it. My building is very well guarded and I always have my gun with me as well. As for grocery and all I have Noah for me to do it.
I am almost done making breakfast when I hear the knob of my spare room moving and after a moment Rosalina coming out.
I look at her from the kitchen counter and my breathe gets stucks in my throat for a second. She's wearing my turtle neck black shirt and its so long on her almost reaching her knees. Her eyes puffy and her cheeks red as well.
She notices me a second later and tries to go back to her room.
" Come here Rosalina." She halts for a second before turning back and coming to the kitchen.
" You don't want to have breakfast?"
She shakes her head. " I don't want it."
" I don't take no for an answer Rosalina. You are going to have it."
I place two toasts along with a cup of coffee on the kitchen table as I take a seat next to her with my breakfast.
"Have it.."
I watch her trying to study her as she tries to eat. I don't even know why I made breakfast for her when I never did this for anyone before. But again I never brought anyone home before this.
She looks at me.
"Why are you watching me like this? I can't eat.." Her voice little and so damn beautiful.
I lean in as my lips reach to the shell of her ear. "You are confusing me Rosalina. And I don't like it a bit."
Her Pov: It has been around ten days since I have been here. Most of the time he doesn't stay at the house and I love it as I don't like to have him around me. He intimidates me too much and makes me really nervous for some reason. Whenever he's in the house I often catch his eyes on me and he doesn't even move them away as if he couldn't care less. It feels like he isn't watching me but more like studying me. He hasn't touched me again since the first day and sleeps in the separate room as well. I think he started to grow bored of me and I am also trying to behave according to him so that I can get rid of this soon and leave for the US as they handed him my passport. Well I tried to find ways to run away when he was not at home. But he locked the door from the outside and there's no other way to get out. The apartment is I guess on the 17th or 18th floor as it's very high I can't climb down or anything. Anyway what would I do running away as I don't have my passport with m
Her Pov:And he stands up as he takes the last drag of his cigarette and crashes it under his shoe. His hazal eyes are way too calm, as if he knows what effect he's having on me. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back on instinct. He raises a brow at that. He takes another two steps, and I try to run towards the door. I don't know what's on his mind, but I can tell whatever it is, it won't be beneficial for me. He scares me, especially after that night. I don't want to be used again. I don't want to be used anymore by anyone. But before I could tell within a second, he's on me slamming me against the door hard while pinning my both hands above my hand with only his one hand.I struggle to free myself as I can feel him against me. " Don't move, Rosalina." His voice breathy and so deep.He takes a moment as if calming himself down before using a finger of his other hand on my chin to make me look up at him. He makes me look at him using his firm hold on my jaw as he look
Her Pov:" You are not going anywhere, Rosalina."" What do you mean?" I furrow my brows as I look at him for my answer." It simply means that you are staying here. What part do you not understand?" His eyes on his phone as he answers." But it's already late and.."" And what Rosalina?" His eyes rise from his phone as it strikes upon me." And I need to sleep..." As I am freaking tired from all the journey and his psychotic behaviour. " Well, I am not stopping you from sleeping. You can sleep if you want to." " And where will you sleep then?"" This is my room, Rosalina. Where do you think I will sleep?" His voice laced with humour. Wow! He's indeed having fun." I am not sleeping here!" I let him know being determined. No way in hell I would sleep with him in the same room. How did he even think that I would sleep here! " Oh, but you are Rosalina. You are sleeping here!" His eyes on me as he lets me know his decision. " But why in here?? This is a whole freaking mansion ! Why
Her Pov:The whole day passed by doing nothing. I am so hell bored, but there's literally nothing I can do about that. I tried to watch the TV, but I was never a telephile, so I gave up after a while.Back in the US, I didn't even have time to get bored. Classes, studies, part-time jobs, and Antonio ...My chest tightens from the memories as I try to push them on the back of my head.How strange it is, isn't it? The memories you once used to live for can turn into the reason that kills you from within with every passing second! Even when I try my best to not think I can't help myself. Sometimes, I wonder if I would still choose Antonio once again if I knew the events would turn out like this?Tears threaten to gather in my eyes as I try to shake that thought off my head. No... I won't think ... I don't want to think anymore...But boredom is getting the best of me. I tried to talk with the maids, but they were so busy with their work that they showed no interest in talking with me.
Her Pov:I open my eyes after how long I don't know. Itfeels like I am living in a haze. I don't knowwhen I am awake or when I am sleeping. It'salways like being in the middle of a dreamand a reality.As I open my eyes, I try to get up, but I don'thave any strength to even move. Afterattempting a number of times, I finally get upfrom my sleeping posture and sit up using thewall as my support.I sit up and look around the small dark room.It's so dark that only a dim light is there. Myeyes move to the door of the room. It's theonly way of getting in or out.Without the door, there's nothing in the room.Just a mattress on the floor, and that's it.There's no window in the room, so I can't tell ifit's day or night. It's not that I care, though.My gaze shifts to the abandoned plate offood in front of the door, and I try to get up.My body hurts with every move as I struggleto stand on my feet.Leaning on the wall taking support, I finally stand up and try to walk towards th
His Pov:I sigh as the car parks in front of the venue. I usually hate this type of event, and I never attended them in the past. But this time, it needs to be done, and I need to attend the event. If it wasn't serious father wouldn't have send me here. Being the son of the leader of the Italian Mafia has given me a lot of things along with the responsibilities. Therefore, even if I personally hate it I didn't argue with father on the topic as I also know, we need to seal the deal with the Russians.Ethan Volcov, is a higher up in the Russian Mafia who reportedly is going to attend the event.My work is to attract his attention and have an introduction with him for a better chance of sealing the deal. I take a deep breath as I come out of the car and walk into the so-called venue.This is another stupid event of selling prostitutes to the elites of the society. To be precise to the scums of the society. But it can't be denied that this is the event you can find most of the influentia
Her Pov:I don't know what drug they put me on but I can still feel things around me see things even though they are blurry and can hear things even though they feel like they are coming from another world but yeah. I can walk as well, but I don't have much of my balance.Previously, whenever they injected me something, I lost my total sense and couldn't remember or feel anything. I would be like dead at the time.But this time it feels lighter than the previous ones. This time, I can tell things. I don't know if it's a good thing, though.They got me ready and blindfold me before taking me to somewhere.I don't know where they took me, but I could hear people talking and even naming prices.It took me a long while to understand that they were naming prices for me. But I couldn't react as the drug was slowly taking me over. A woman behind me was holding me as I was loosing my senses to even move a muscle of my body.The last thing I heard is " Sold". Before I lost in the darkness. Wh