NADIA

NADIA'S POV

My head and my body ached terribly as I tried to open my eyes. My eyes, which were finally opened, took in my surroundings and I found out I was on a soft bed, a large and luxurious room. I sat up slowly, the only thing I could remember was beaten up by those heartless men.

Wait? Did they change their mind and decide to treat me nicer, by bringing me into a room?

I heard footsteps approaching, suddenly the door knob was twisted and the door was opened. Nervousness shot through my system as my gaze remained on the door, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

The door swung open and a doctor walked in, he was followed by a young man, who had piercings and an eagle tattoo on his arm. He must be one of them, I thought.

“You're awake, how are you feeling?” The doctor beamed with kindness as he took a close glance at me.

I did not respond as my gaze was still fixed at him, it was as if I forgot how to talk. He seemed to sense the nervousness in my eyes and smiled gently. “I mean you no harm, I only took care of your bruises and health last night, I want to know how you feel.” He explained.

My gaze darted to the man behind the doctor, unlike the man from last night, his gaze wasn't filled with disgust, they were devoid of emotions, yet held no negative emotion towards me.

“I'm fine,” I manage to say, embarrassed at my own hoarse voice.

“She recovered pretty fast, I'll inform Luciano to be consistent with the ointment, so the scars will clear faster.” The doctor said to the man behind him, he flashed me a quick smile, before leaving the room.

I'm still very confused, as how I got here, did someone really come to save me? Why? I was still pondering in my thoughts, when the door was pushed open again, and a lady came in, carrying a tray of food. She seemed to be in the middle age.

“Hi,” she smiled, placing the food on the table beside the bed. In an instant, my stomach grumbled, reminding me how long I haven't eaten.

She went further into the room, where I assumed it was the washroom. Shortly, she returned, “I've prepared a warm bath for you, please go ahead.” She said politely, gesturing me towards the washroom.

I nodded, and managed to get up, my legs felt wobbly as I staggered slightly, she came behind me and helped me into the washroom. I mouthed a thank you to her. My eyes wander around the classic and spacious place.

She smiled lightly, “You’re welcome.” with that she went out and closed the door.

Everyone in this place seems to be nice, and smiles a lot.

I ran my hands on the smooth marble, before I slowly sank into the bathtub, letting my body enjoy the euphoric warmness it needed. I felt better after the warm bath. I grabbed a towel I saw there and wrapped it around my body. I looked into the mirror, the steam was disappearing revealing my reflection. My wet hair clung to my shoulders and back in straight silky drapes. My eyes were a bit brighter now, and my skin seemed softer and subtle, my breasts overflowed and I struggled to hide my cleavage and finally gave up.

I tried to hide my bottom with the end of the towel, but it halted at my upper thighs. Eventually, I sighed and concluded that I had wasted enough time. Finally, I proceeded towards the door, exiting the room. When I opened it to reveal the inside of the room, I realized with small gasps that the woman was still in the room, and she wasn't alone.

By her side and facing me was a man, he seemed familiar, I racked my brain trying to recall where I've seen him. He hovered above the medium height women, making her seem as if she was a miniature. He wore a black button up that hung tightly on him, as if it would tear the moment he tried to flex. He focused his piercing gray eyes on mine, his jet black hair was short but wavy, ruffled to the side as if he did so from stress.

Apart from his appearance the most intimidating part of him was his intense aura. He reeked of dark, powerful and dangerous energy, his demeanor alone was frightening and the phrase ‘If looks could kill’ suddenly came to my mind. I was at a loss for words, this man must have been the most handsome man that I have ever laid my eyes on, I couldn't imagine that such perfection existed. He too seemed to be short of words, I caught traces of slithers of tattoos at the bottom of his neck.

“He's breathtaking,” I thought.

“Oh my!” The woman exclaimed, “If I had known you'd be here earlier, I would have dressed her sooner.”

The sudden realization hit me that I was still wrapped in a towel, half naked, I shrunken with embarrassment. I clutched at the towel against my half bare breast afraid to let go. His gaze studied me from head to toe, lingering on my lips, cleavage and thighs. I crossed my feet in shame. He stepped closer and closer and I could have sworn I would jump out of my chest.

When he was just an inch away from me, I grew weary of how big he was. I kept my eyes level with the last button of his shirt. He placed a finger under my chin and forced my head up. I looked into his thoughtful eyes with big worried ones.

I racked my brain harder to think where I've seen him. I need to remember.

He used the same thumb under my chin to trace my lips, with our eyes still glued to each other, he touched my shoulders, then collarbone. I shuddered and couldn't speak, but the throbs of my chest had begun to rise all over again. He leaned closer and closer, until our lips were just hairstring apart. I felt as if I was falling down in a spirling tunnel and I did not resist. The urge to kiss his perfect pink lips was strong.

His hands cupped my jaw and I closed my eyes anticipating the touch of his mouth in mine. Instead, he pushed himself away and suddenly chuckled. “You seem better than last night.”

“Have her dressed, and make sure she eats and takes the medication.” He commanded right before he left and slammed the door shut with a big bang.

I felt as if I were to fall, I caught my balance and stared wide-eyed at the middle aged woman. She smiled gently, and proceeded to help me dress up. After she was done, she served the food and turned towards the door.

“I'm Layla, I'm here to assist you. Call me if you need my help on anything, okay?”

“Thank you,” I nodded.

“You're welcome, I'll be back later for your medication. Enjoy your meal.” She smiled and exited the room.