Part 7

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 do I have to stay in this room?" Saying this, I turn away from him to open the door and leave the hell out of here

" I dare you, Rosalina. Try getting out of here and I will fuck you till you won't be able to stand on your feet ."

And I freeze. I slowly turn to look at him to make sure  if he's being serious, but hell, he seems to be bound serious .

" But... But why will I stay here when there are plenty of  rooms unused?"

He raises a brow at that. " I don't need to answer you, Rosalina. I didn't ask you. I told you that you are staying here. And you are." A smirk takes over his face, his eyes shamelessly roam around on my body.

" Unless you want to meet the consequences. "

I look at him with shock as his eyes go back to his phone. I am literally standing on the doorstep with my hand on the knob but I can't go out.

And he knows it very well. I can tell he's a man of his words. I can tell if he wants to, he will show me that his words aren't just empty threats.

The fight leaves my body as I don't want anything worse to come to me. I want him to get bored of me as soon as possible. So that he lets me go and I can't afford any drama at the moment.

I move away from the door and go to the other door of the room. Well, I thought it to be a bathroom that it is but just bigger than a whole room.

I freshen up and notice another door in the bathroom. I open it, and oh my, it's a whole walk-in closet. And it has my clothes as well. Well, the ones he bought for me and I packed them.

When did they switch it to here! I guess the maids weren't just for show. I wear pajamas and get out of the bathroom and gasp in shock.

Leonardo is standing in the middle of the room in just his sweatpants as he's taking off his shirt. His abs on show as he looks as breathtaking as he does. Tattoes adorning his biceps his chest and also a little area of his back. His large shoulders and biceps tense with every movement he makes to take off his shirt.

Feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment, I turn away from him.

" Come to sleep, rosalina. It's late already." His voice Low deep and a little sleepy.

I get out of the bathroom and find him lying on bed shirtless, his  huge arm resting on his face, blocking the view of his face.

My eyes fall on the divan. Should I just...

" Come to the bed, Rosalina. Don't make me repeat myself."

I ignore his words as I take a step towards the divan.

He moves his arm from his face as he looks at me watching my every movement.

" Do you want me to carry you to bed?" I let go a long breath of disappointment as I shake my head and lie down on the bed. Almost on the edge of the bed. Keeping as much space as possible in between us.

My heart keeps thundering as I give him my back and lie sideway. This is the first time we are sharing bed. Or even a room. Even when I try to deny it I am nervous, scared, and anxious at the same time.

I am nervous to share the same bed with a man. The same man who forced himself on me on the very first day we met. Scared that I will be used again. Scared that I will be ruined again. And anxious for something I can't really put a word to.

But he doesn't move from his side. He lies on his side and doesn't attempt to move closer or even touch me.

I thought I won't be able to sleep tonight anymore. But my tiredness took the best out of me as sleep takes over me.

....

I can hear someone calling my name. It sounds like it is coming from another universe. Oh god! Such an annoying voice! It keeps calling my name.

Wait...

I slowly open my eyes and sit up stiffly only to find a middle-aged maid standing in front of me.

" You're awake. Sir told me to wake you up for breakfast." She speaks up.

" Sir?" I ask her while rubbing my eyes.

" Yeah.. David Sir." She answers, and I look at her.

I thought to ask her about Leonardo, but I don't. I know I have no right to ask this question. I am not even a person to him. Just a property. Like he said yesterday. And property doesn't keep the right to ask about its owner.

I nod and tell her that I am coming before she leaves, and I freshen up. This time, I managed to find the staircase as I got down, and a maid escorted me to the dining room.

I find David there. I take a seat opposite of him after wishing him good morning back and start to have my breakfast.

No one else is having breakfast except us. So we have a small talk about things while having breakfast before he asks the question.

The question I keep asking myself. The question I know the answer of. But do I really know the answer to it?

" So Rosalina, if I am not wrong, you are from the US?" He asks while having a sip of his green tea.

" Um yeah..." I reply, not paying much attention to him and trying to eat a pancake.

" So how come you are in Italy? And how you are with my brother?"

And my eyes shot up to him. Wait does that mean he doesn't know that Leonardo bought me from a fucking auction!

" Hey, don't mind. You just do not look like  the type my brother would pursue." His voice brings me back to present, and I smile and ignore his question.

Even I have no idea what I am doing with his brother. I don't know why he's keeping me with him when, according to David, I am not even the type of woman he goes for.

I do not understand his intention of caging me with him. At first I thought it's about the money. But after I came here, is it really for the money?

It's not that I know what I will do when he hands me over my passport. I don't know. I really don't.

Actually, I don't know what I am even living for right now. Every night, I have nightmares. I don't know after how long I slept last night.

Can I really live like this? I don't know and I have no answer to it.

When I don't know the answer of his question myself how could I reply to him?