Chapter Twelve: A Lesson

But Juan was a man of pride who did not like backing down. He let go of her dress but stood his ground. "Get changed," he rolled his eyes. "Stop being difficult."

She was still shaken up and even though her mouth was open, words did not come out. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, ruining her makeup.

"You have ruined your makeup," Juan hissed. "Why the hell are you crying?"

She shuddered and shrank into a corner, suddenly terrified of Juan. Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos, thinking of the possible things he could do to harm her. If he was so adamant in owning her, that could only mean she would end up becoming his sex slave.

"I give you five minutes to sort yourself." With heavy steps, he marched out of the room.

She met him downstairs in about fifteen minutes, dressed in the silk red dress that had a draped neckline, revealing a bit of her cleavage. The dress had a slit rose high on her thigh and it was strapless.

It hugged her body seductively, revealing her curves in the mos