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But the passion had been incredible, the moments shared like the ultimate fantasy. Then reality had reestablished itself, providing more nails on the coffin I felt forming all around me. If only the delicious, damning visions of him could be erased.
He’d provided clothes as promised, the dress a beautiful representation of someone else’s romance. This certainly wasn’t mine. What had struck me is that the attire was exactly what I’d select, right down to the off-brand labels, if dresses were my thing. Only my sister cared about designer clothes. God, I missed her. She’d be the one suffering the most from my absence, demanding our father tell her exactly what happened. Maybe Isabella would ruffle enough feathers to force my father into doing something.
Or maybe the dream I’d had after Sevastian had left the room had pushed me to a dark and ugly place, the visions of being drowned appropriate for what was happening.
I’d fallen asleep, only to be awakened by a doctor who spoke little English. He’d been kind enough, very gentle during an examination, taking my vitals and a vial of blood. The pain I felt deep inside had nothing to do with injuries.
Only the constant, dull ache in my heart.
Even the shower hadn’t eradicated the cruel sensations, our coupling filthy as well as unholy. His scent still covered every inch of my body, his sweat imbedded into my skin. There wasn’t enough soap in the world to rid me of the grit from the rough pads of his fingers or his seed imbedded in my pussy.
The thin lace panties I was wearing had become wet from almost the moment I’d slid my legs into them, a constant reminder of his sex.
Our sex.
Our…
I wasn’t certain what to call what we shared. It wasn’t a traditional relationship and never would be.
Several hours had passed with no interaction other than one of his employees providing me with food and water. I had no appetite, barely able to take several sips of the liquid. I could only imagine what my parents were going through, the fear and worry about their baby girl.
A strangling sensation rushed to my throat. At some point I’d be forced to face the fact my father had written me off the day he’d signed the contract with an enemy. He’d sold me to protect himself instead of allowing me a chance at life.
I was all alone. Maybe my father was celebrating the fact I was out of his hair. I’d given him nothing but problems since the day I’d returned from Europe, begging him to support me in my crazy endeavor to become a famous musician.
The sound of the door opening to the bedroom caused an instant reaction. I was tense yet filled with excitement, every muscle tingling. Would it always be this way, the desire for him outweighing both the danger and the hatred?
I fisted my hands, turning around. The visitor was the same girl, entering the room with one thing in mind, removing the tray. She peered at me through veiled eyes before turning away, but I’d caught a glimpse of her expression. Nervousness? Anger? I couldn’t be certain. The sound of her phone ringing caught my attention again. She answered it while still in the room, whispering her answers in a language I wasn’t familiar with.
I turned away, hovering against the door leading to another world, trying to concentrate on the beautiful surroundings.
It was obvious she was arguing with someone, her voice shrill, very upset. A hard thud was followed by a string of expletives in English. At least I knew she could understand everything I’d asked her but had chosen or had been ordered to ignore me.
She left the room abruptly, the click of the door shutting still making me jump for no reason. Maybe the anticipation of seeing Sevastian was too much for my system. Sighing, I closed my eyes until something triggered in my mind. She hadn’t locked the door.
Shifting, I glanced into the bedroom, still expecting Sevastian to storm in at any time. When he didn’t and at least five minutes had passed, my curiosity got the better of me. I took cautious steps, moving around the bed, squirming when I glanced at the rumpled sheets. I hadn’t the energy or the desire to touch the space where we’d shared such ferocious passion. Even walking by, I caught a whiff of our combined scents, hating the fact my body ached for him.
I had no idea when he was returning or what his mood would be. He’d made certain things perfectly clear, including that he’d come to me only when he needed something. I couldn’t live this way. It wasn’t fair. I hadn’t done anything wrong but to be born into the wrong family.
Had my mother known? Had she approved?
None of that mattered now.
As I stood directly in front of the door, strange myriad reflections of my past threatened to crush my ability to place my hand on the doorknob. I sagged against the thick wood, the turgid feeling in my stomach returning. This wasn’t my home. I wasn’t entirely certain Sevastian considered it his home either.
I might not know exactly where we were, but I was completely cognizant of what it was likely used for. My parents hadn’t suspected that I’d paid close attention to as much of my father’s business as possible. Even being forced to leave the country against my will hadn’t altered my ability to discover information. Maybe it had started out of curiosity or some strange sense that I needed to know who my father really was. Whatever the case, this location was used as a hiding ground for either weapons or drugs.
My family owned a place off the coast of Florida, the location perfect for meetings between third world countries. We’d even gone there as a family once, although my father had barely shown up to family events.
So many memories were clouded with business meetings or trips cut short because of an issue that required handling. When my brothers had taken part of the helm, the only thing that had changed was the expansion of our territory.
That’s one of many reasons I’d wanted no part of the family business. There was no time for a personal life, let alone the danger factor. My nerves were suddenly more settled, my stomach no longer in knots. I tried the door, cringing when the handle actually turned. This was by no means a real taste of freedom, but just being able to walk from the room was all I’d need at this point.
For a little while.
I moved into the hall, still able to hear the girl’s voice coming from downstairs, her conversation even more heated than before. From somewhere else I could hear the faint hint of music, or maybe it was wishful thinking. Other than that, the only sound was that of the churning ocean coming in through the open windows. Being able to see his environment was fascinating. But something inside told me that the house had been purchased already furnished. There was no way the colorful art on the walls or the various eclectic pieces of furniture were his taste.
Sevastian was far too civilized, which made me think of a sterile environment. I moved to the stairs, taking silent steps, still unable to see anyone. When I was halfway down, a man appeared, walking from one room to the other, passing the landing. I sucked in my breath, remaining quiet. Within seconds, I realized I’d been a fool to think I could get away with either exploring the house or managing to get outside.
