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I decide that I’ll distract myself even more by trying on some of the underwear and dresses.
The lacy material of the bra fits around my breasts like it was literally made for me. Running my fingers over the light pink fabric, I try not to think about how he could have possibly known my bra size. The matching panties are just as beautiful and fit just as well.
After inspecting myself in the floor-length mirror for a few minutes, I continue with the dresses. I get through about six when I get hung up on a white summer dress. Like everything else I’ve tried on, it fits like a glove. The flowy material hugs my curves in all the right places.
Slipping on a patching pair of wedged sandals, I walk up and down the closet to test out if I can walk in them since I’m not used to wearing anything with a high heel. I’m not sure if all shoes feel like it, but this pair feels like I’m walking on a cloud. I even twirl a few times, feeling childish but not caring at the moment.
“You look beautiful,” Lorenzo’s voice fills the space, and a loud shriek coming from my lips follows.
Gripping my chest like my heart is about to beat out of it, I stare at him, leaning casually against the door frame.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
Lorenzo shrugs, a grin tucking on the corner of his lips as his gaze wanders up and down my body like I’m a piece of art.
“Most people would say I’m sorry when they scare someone half to death.”
“I’m not most people, and I rarely apologize for anything because I very rarely feel apologetic. I hardly feel bad killing someone. Why would I feel any remorse for giving you a little scare?”
“So you don’t scare people half to death… you scare them to death?” I don’t know why I said that out loud. I really need to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts inside my head.
“Yes, that and more,” Lorenzo says nonchalantly as if he was making casual small talk.
Wow. He might be a true psychopath.
“Since you are already dressed up so nicely, let me show you around the house.” He holds his hand out to me.
I stare at his palm for a moment before I reach out and put my hand into his. He gives me a satisfied nod and leads me out of the bedroom.
Instead of heading toward the staircase, he pulls me down the hall and shows me the guest room, the library, a sitting room, and a music room that holds a grand piano.
“Do you play?” I ask curiously.
“Not really. It came with the house. Do you play?”
“My mom taught me how to play, but I haven’t played in a very long time.” The memory of my mom and me sitting closely together and playing a few tunes hits me, and sadness fills my veins. “We had to sell our old piano at some point. I can’t remember why. I probably forgot how to play anything, to be honest.”
“If you do want to play, that will be one of the rooms you can go to even without me.”
“What about the library?”
“No. I’ll take you there if you want me to, but do not go there on your own.”
“Why?” I question as we walk down the stairs.
“Because I said so.”
I almost roll my eyes at him. “Fine. Got it. No library. Where else can I go?”
“If you are hungry, you can always go to the kitchen. The cook or a maid will be there most of the time to prepare something for you. If not, the fridge is always stocked.”
“Got it. Music room and kitchen, green zone,” I say more to myself. “Where do you go during the day?”
“You have a lot of questions,” he points out.
“So? I like to know things. I’m curious by nature, I guess.” I shrug.
“I will never be far. Most of my work can be done from inside this compound. I rarely have to go out and take care of things myself anymore. I send Mack or Eli, and if I do have to go somewhere, one of them will be here.” I remember Eli very well from yesterday. He was the one who roughly grabbed me from the car and got a hard on while tying me up.
“So, you have other people kill for you?” God, Amara! Shut up already! “Don’t answer that. Forget I said that, please.” I can’t believe it took less than forty-eight hours for me to bring up killing people so casually in a conversation.
“Let’s take a walk through the garden,” he offers, leading me out the back door and down the terrace. It’s hard to believe that a cruel man like him lives in a place so beautiful and serene. A dark gothic style villa would probably fit him better. Then again, this is probably part of the disguise. The devil hiding in plain sight. The perfect predator.
