I was woken up by the golden light that peeked into the room.
"Good morning, Alena." Arielle greeted
"Morning," I said groggily, not wanting to get up from the bed.
"The boss told me to tell you to get ready for tonight; you are going with him to the Romanio's exclusive party held every year," Arielle said as she continued.
"We would be going out for shopping this morning when you are ready."
"Shopping! Shopping for what?" I asked, surprised, for what exactly I was going shopping for.
A new brand just arrived from Italy, and he would like you to go take a look at them yourself.
"But I'm okay with what I have," I said.
"That's not up to me," Arielle said.
I stood up from bed and went down through the hallway, my hand clenched into a fist, ready to give him his own size. I stomped into his room and found him sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Is there a problem?" he said without looking up to me, my gaze
"Yes, there! "I'm not going to an exclusive party with you, and I'm not going out for shopping," I said. I dug my nails into my cuticle as my heartbeat was pulsing hard.
"I did not remember asking for your opinion on this, or did you forget I own you now?" he said as his left eyebrow quirked and a crooked smile curved around his lips.
"I'm not going, and you can't force me," I said as I stared at him, my forehead tensed, not wanting to back down.
He flared his nostril and forced a smile. "Like I said, I didn't ask for your opinion, so whether you like it or not, you are going," he said to them as he stood up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom
But—my word was cut short as he looked at me with a piercing gaze, making it hard for me to breathe as he went into the bathroom, his figure completely out of sight.
My nostril flared up, and I dug my nails into my palm as I went out of his room, knowing I had no choice but to go, which made me grit my teeth.
I got to the room and met Arielle coming out of the bathroom.
"You came in just on time! "Your bath is ready," she said with a tight-lipped smile.
"Thank you, Arielle," I said with a soft smile.
I stepped into the bathroom, had my bath, and came out to find him, Luciano, standing by the window side, staring at the garden or perhaps nothing. What the hell is he looking for? "That was the first question," I fumed to myself.
"You are ready to go now!" he said without shifting his gaze to me.
"Yes," I said while trying to hide my anger.
"Hmmm, dress up," he said, turning his whole body to look at me, and for fuck's sake, he is so handsome.
That slick black hair tied into a bun with those brown eyes made him look like a fucking Greek god. He was dressed in a grey suit matching his demeanor.
"Ahh, why the fuck am I finding him this attractive?" I said to myself while brushing the thought off my mind.
"You aren't planning on staying there all day, right?" he said while his brown eyes pierced into mine.
A blue gown with a flared hem and a square neckline with silver beads arranged completely from the square neckline to the straps laid on the bed.
I picked the gown up and walked straight to the dressing room but was stopped by his deep baritone voice.
Where are you going? He said,
"To get dressed," I said, not knowing why he was asking me that question, or perhaps I knew but still didn't want to give in easily.
He slipped his left hand into his pocket as he came closer to me with his usual smirking face.
"Why are you shy?" he said as he cupped my face while he continued talking. "Your body, soul, and spirit belong to me, so you don't hide my property from me, and I hate when you start acting shy," he said as he lifted my chin to look straight into his eyes.
"Do you understand me?" He asked.
"Yes, I do," I said, with anger burning within me, and also, my pants were dripping wet. Why the fuck would I be aroused by someone who sees me not as a human being but as a toy? And he didn't even touch me; the thought alone made me hate myself.
***
I slipped into the gown as he helped me to zip it up. He took my hand into his as he led me down to the parking lot.
He led me to one of his cars, a black Mercedes Maybach, opened the back seat door for me, and entered right after me.
"Go on," he gave instructions to the driver as he zoomed off, an entourage of black cars in front and at the back of our car lined up, making me wonder if this is how he does it every day.
"He is just one of those show-off motherfucking rich men," I said to myself. As if he could hear me, he said, "I didn't bring all those entourages for myself." He said his brown eyes traveling from my lip down to my neck as it moved to my opened cleavage down to my exposed thighs, which made my stomach turn.
"I brought them along to protect what's mine," he said as he moved his hand to my thighs.
I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning, which made his eyes glint with mischief.
"But why?" I said it quietly but loud enough for him to hear me.
"I want everybody to know you belong to Luciano Romanio and treat you with the same respect and fear they treat me with," he said as his lips crashed into mine. It was violent and hungry. Before pulling away, he said, "Here we are," as she stepped out of the car.
"I will see you later, baby," he said as he winked at me.
Did he just call me baby? I thought to myself as my
face flushed, I told myself I hated him, but the ache between my thighs said otherwise."