Half of me instantly wants to push the door all the way open, and the other half scolds me for thinking with my dick instead of my brain.
I step away from the door, releasing the handle.
“Your food is on the floor outside your door,” I snap, angry again.
Walking away, toward my own room, I hear her door open and glance back to see her hand come out to grab the food before she closes the door again. At least she’s going to eat something tonight. I don’t have to feel bad about her starving.
Not that I should feel bad about anything. She’s my prisoner, not my guest.
Still, as I go through my evening routine—showering and getting into comfortable clothes—I’m constantly thinking about her and how I handled the swimming situation. She looked so happy in the pool, like she was having fun. I ruined it. I ruined dinner too, which spoiled things for me. Eating alone, something I’ve done for years without issues, suddenly seems so dreary and empty.
I guess I can figure out a way to say sorry without actually saying it, so that she comes back to join me at dinner time.
Lying in bed, I close my eyes, and all I can see is her perfect body as she stands dripping in front of me in her sheer white underwear. Her eyes are fierce, and all I want to do is kiss her perfect, cupid-bow-shaped lips.
My cock has a mind of its own tonight, and it’s making it impossible to fall asleep.
I groan, tossing and turning for hours before I manage to drift off.
Chapter 6 - Stefania
“Get dressed,” he snaps in his usual grumpy manner.
I roll my eyes, something I’m doing a lot lately. “I am dressed, this is all I have to wear.” I gesture toward the sweatpants I found in the closet, which I think once belonged to his sister.
“Oh, right,” he huffs. “Where is your dress?”
“The one that tore when youkidnapped me?” I should be playing nice, keeping up the sunshine attitude, but I’m still annoyed about last night. All I was doing was swimming. He didn’t have to go full asshole mode on me.
He bites at his lower lip, his hazel eyes narrowing as they watch me.
“Alright, whatever, let’s go,” he says, gesturing with his chin.
I don’t slide off my bed immediately. Trust is an issue. As it should be.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask tightly.
“Shopping.”
He turns and walks from the room.
I bolt out of bed, grabbing my sneakers and shoving my feet into them without tying the laces. I’m confused and curious as I run after him.
“Shopping?” I call out, running to catch up to his long strides because he’s already out the front door and heading toward his car.
He tugs the passenger door open and impatiently waves his hand for me to get in.
He’s so strange.I narrow my eyes and climb into the passenger seat. I lean forward to tie my laces, and he slams the door behind me and climbs into the driver’s side.
Once in the car, Marlen turns toward me with a stern look on his face.Grumpy as usual.
“Listen very carefully, girl,” he says.
I nod, trying to hide my amusement. For some reason, he just doesn’t look as angry as heusuallydoes, and I’m finding it funny.
I bite down hard on my lip as he glares at me.
“This is serious, Stefania. I’m taking you to a mall to get whatever it is you need. This is aone-time offer,so make sure you geteverythingyou need. We won’t be going back. There isn’t a limit on your spending. Get whatever you want. Do you understand? I just don’t want to have to do this twice.”
