Antonia’s pov.I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Bridget is out there, making my dream happen while I'm laying on the bed in here, unable to leave the room. I can’t even use my phone. I have no reception.I begin to pray.Everyone prays sometimes. It just depends on what you believe in. My g
Liam speaks in that whispery tone again, “I think your absence has changed something in him, Antonia.Please, just try to give him what he wants. For all our sakes.”I want to laugh in his face.Liam is one of the few employees I'm actually on semi-speaking terms with, and I know what he means when
Malachi’s eyes roam whatever open skin i have showing right now, and then his eyes land on a particular area. That area just beneath my chin and above my stomach. “What the hell!”Malachi brings his attention back to my face and i see amusement in his eyes as i scramble to cover myself up properly.
Malachi’s gaze is hot and heavy on my skin. His attention is rapt, and the look on his face is stone-cold as he watches me.“What do you think you’re doing, Antonia?”Malachi’s voice is husky and dark, so I know he likes what he sees. It’s more than me knowing it even. I can feel it.Malachi’s atten
“I can see your nipples through this nightgown, Antonia. Tell me, are you starving yourself because you want to seduce me, or is there another agenda for bringing me here tonight?” I don’t know why, but Malachi’s question seems to drain the magic out of everything all of a sudden. Or maybe not…M
“Using your body to keep me here is vile of you, Antonia.”He doesn’t sound like he hates it.I carry out another set of stretches. Legs closed, hands in the air, then down to touch my feet. I do it as slowly and as sensually as I can. There are some perks to knowing as much as you can about a man.
There’s a smug grin on his face when he sees the acceptance on my face. That grin tells me I won't like much of what he’s going to say, and it tells me he knows he’s won, because he’s giving me terms on how to live my life.He doesn’t know that I'm not the Antonia whose life he gets to dictate anymo
If I want to be friends with his uncle, then I will. I’m not the Antonia that lets him limit her anymore.And I won't ever be.“You’re not ready to leave here, are you, Antonia?”I shake my head, my expression unwavering as I respond, “I am. I’m just making sure I don't go from one cage to another c