NADIA

NADIA'S POV

I was jolted awake from sleep, by the pungent and choking smell of tobacco. I coughed and opened my eyes clearly, to see him - the man from the other day. He was seated calmly on one of the couches in the room, his long legs crossed together. His face covered with smoke flakes, he was smoking, immersed sorely in it.

“How can someone be so handsome, yet beautiful, even when doing the most random things?” I thought, trying to push away the thoughts that were flooding my mind.

He seemed to realize that I was awake, because he suddenly looked at me, causing my heart to start thumping. His gaze swept over my body, lingering on my thighs before he looked up to me again and got up.

I swallowed nervously and lowered my head, avoiding meeting his piercing gaze. It felt stark naked under those gaze.

He strode slowly towards me, coming to sit at the edge of the bed. His arms caught my waits and yanked me towards him, my skin tingled as his scent wafted into my nose, a mixture of tobacco, manliness and laundry soap, making it intoxicating.

He brought his lips close to my ear, his hot breath tingling my flesh.

“You still don't recognize me, do you?” He whispered.

I shook my head nervously, trying to move away from him, but his arm was firm on my waist, holding me close to him.

He chuckled lightly and moved away from my ear to face me. “You don't remember raping a man after he saved you, and running off the next morning before he could wake up?”

I gasped, widening my eyes as the realization hit me, it was him, the naked man, I tossed my virginity to. The image of his naked body instantly flashed into my head and I looked away, trying to back away but he grabbed me.

“You remember now, nice to know. What about the deal? Are you gonna compensate me for that night? I was the victim, remember.”

Lies! I am the victim, and raping him? He really knew how to twists words, if not, how can I rape a large and grown man like this? I was about to protest, but remembering that I was the one who advanced towards him and even ripped his clothes, shame flooded my body, making me hang my head lower in shame.

“What deal?” I asked, my voice coming off as a whisper, due to how nervous I was. The close proximity wasn't helping either.

“Don't tell me you don't remember, I don't want to go through the stress of repeating myself.”

I know what he meant and I clearly remembered what he was talking about. He narrowed his gaze at me, “You remember, don't you?” He said, a smirk forming on his lips.

I slowly nodded, “But it doesn't count, I was drugged, I..I..”

“Shhh,”

He instantly cut me off, using one of his fingers to place on my lips, I swallowed hard, yet again.

“Drugged or not, you agreed to it. And I don't go back on my words, you're mine to keep as from now.”

What does he mean by that, “What exactly do you want with me?” I asked, acknowledging the fact that he saved me again, just to fulfill his words.

He chuckled lightly and gazed intensely at me, “Like I said, I don't go back on my words.”

“Is that even an answer?” I frowned.

“You don't need to get an answer, you're safe here and as I've said before, You're mine to keep from now on.” With that he grabbed my chin, his gaze lingering on my lips, before he suddenly crashed his lips against mine.

I body stilled at his action, as mine were wide open. His arms yanked my waist closer, intensifying the kiss, as his minty and tobacco taste filled my mouth.

“I should push him away, I can't be doing this” my lazy brain thought. I slowly raised my weak arms trying to push him off me, but his free hand caught it, holding it firmly against his waist.

I kept trying to struggle out of him, even though I knew that my senses and body had succumbed to him, that I had lost to him. He only released my lips when I was about to run out of breath. My moist eyes stared at his lustful and hooded one, his lips wet and red, an evidence of what we just did.

“You didn't have to kiss me, I–yo–”

The rest of my words were swallowed into his warm mouth, as his lips slammed against mine again. This time, I didn't fight him, I didn't push him, I didn't struggle, I let him do it, and fuck! He was a good kisser.

He released my lips, after a while, his lips curving into a smile. “Be good.” With that he got up and left the room.

Caught in a daze, my gaze followed his movement until he was out of the room. I stared in the blank space, his scent heavily lingering in the room, causing me to reminisce about what just happened a few minutes ago.

I suddenly got up from the bed and ran towards the mirror stand, revealing my reflection. As I expected my face was flushed red and my lips were slightly swollen.

I slowly traced my fingers on my lips, the feeling of his lips on mine still stuck on my mind.

“No! I can't do this,” I screamed internally, ruffling my hair.

I was cursing under my breath when I heard a knock on the door. I paused, and quickly used my hair to partly cover my face, so my heavy blush won't be seen.

“Come in,” I said, returning to sit on the bed.

The door was pushed open and the woman who I now know to be Layla walked in. She seemed to be always in a good mood, she's always smiling and all I can say is that it's very contagious.

“Good morning ma,” I greeted sharply, bringing my head down.

She smiled widely, “You can just call me Layla.

I smiled and nodded.

“Breakfast is ready, Mr Luciano wants me to call you down to join him.” She stated.

“Luciano, that's his name.” I thought, already liking the sound of it.

“Alright, I'll be there. Let me quickly freshen up.”

She nodded and left, and I hurried into the washroom.