73: Silent Storm

ADRIANA

You can’t tell me Xander wants peace. I was minding my own business, reading a book. One Daciana was generous enough to lend me, when that tall asshole barged in like he owned the place.

Oh wait, he does. And this is his room.

Well, I didn’t ask to be here.

I may not have chains or even be staying in a locked room, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a prisoner here. His prisoner.

Xander is looking regal in a white dress shirt. The first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps. He was showing off his goods and no one could convince me otherwise.

If he’d just walked into the room and done his business then I wouldn't have cared.

But why should he mind his business when he can mind mine? I believe that is his everyday motto because this couldn’t be normal.

He walked to where I was on the bed and he just picked me up. I’m too shocked to even move, and since I wasn’t expecting what he did, I didn’t fight him.

“Hey!” I yelled, hitting him with my book