AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I pass the bag to her, and she takes it sheepishly as her skin begins to turn bright pink. With her red hair and freckles, the blushing makes sense, but I still find her so surprisingly stunning, anyway.
She opens the bag, slowly taking the dress out as if she knows that she’s teasing me to death. She’s getting some satisfaction out of it for sure, it’s impossible for her to pretend that she isn’t.
When she takes the dress out, she feels along the fabric first before she even lifts it to see what it looks like.
“Oh my god, this feels amazing. I didn’t know clothing could feel this good,” she says, partially to herself as she continues to feel the material.
It’s somewhat amusing to watch her fawn over clothing brands that I come into contact with every day. It’s so commonplace for me that I never consider it something to get excited about. But right now, Faye feels like the most spoiled person on earth.
“This is incredible, how much did all of this cost?” she asks, eyes wide like a schoolgirl’s.
“I don’t keep track of shit like that, haven’t you seen my house? Clothing doesn’t even factor into my budget,” I reply.
“No, I actually haven’t seen the rest of your house. This one room is really nice though,” she says sarcastically.
“It’s for your own good. Now that you’re showing me that you can be responsible, I’ll let you out. At least after we get back from Tokyo. Now try on your damn dress,” I say, smiling deviously.
She blushes again as she pulls her other dress off, never fully able to shake how exposed she felt. Watching her realize the fact that she’s practically naked in front of me over and over is giving me far more satisfaction than it should be.
All I want to do is bend her over my bed and fuck her.
But the time isn’t right. I’d be making a mistake.
“You need to go through the rest of these and pack. We’re leaving at four in the morning, so make sure to pack before you sleep. There are also shoes for you to look through, I suggest that you find some that would be appropriate for a flight,” I say as curtly as possible.
“Oh, um, okay. You’re going to leave now?” she says, the disappointment in her voice palpable.
It’s cute to me to hear how sad she is that I won’t be here to watch her change into all her clothes. It’s another sickeningly satisfying experience. I hadn’t anticipated that having a woman like her around would be this beneficial to my ego, yet here we are.
“Yeah, sorry. I have to make arrangements for a few things. It’s nothing personal,” I say, putting one hand on her shoulder. It feels a little condescending, but that just adds to the space between us. The power trip is feeling just a little too good.
I exit the room, closing the door behind me and leaving Faye to her own devices. I hear her digging through the paper bags as I walk away, and she reminds me of a little woodland creature in a pile of trash. She’s precious in a sad sort of way.
Unfortunately for me, I had to give her sneakers instead of high heels because the heels were too difficult to get a tracking chip into.
I want to trust Faye, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. But she’s still a civilian, and she hasn’t shown me enough evidence that she knows how to keep her mouth shut. All I do know is that she’s starting to grow on me a little at a time, and I haven’t even known her that long. It’ll be a challenge to keep myself fromlettingher take advantage of me. She might not even have to trick me at the rate we’re going.
I had to put a tracking chip into the shoes because I don’t trust her not to run away or get stolen by someone the second she steps outside. Honestly, it’s more the latter that I’m the most concerned about. Once Grisha realizes that I have Faye, he’ll do anything in his power to make sure he steals her from me too. I doubt he even thinks that she’s a vital piece of all of this, but he’ll still do anything to get ahead of me.
10
Faye
The night before we leave for Tokyo is restless and daunting. I’ve never been overseas before, and the extenuating circumstances of the trip are making me sick to my stomach. Even though I’m starting to warm up to Aleksander, I still feel wrong about complying to his demands so easily. Why haven’t I asked him to let me out of my room? I need to learn the layout of the house in case he ever brings me back here. He’s being so nice to be all of a sudden, but there’s still a real possibility that he wants to dump me in Japan.
I’m technically still a huge liability to him, and Japan would be a pretty unusual place to drop a fugitive. He knows he would be better off without me, and that terrifies me to my core. The only thing keeping me safe right now is the goodness of his heart, which seems to be contingent on his moods.
I turn on my stomach, then my side and back on an interval through the night until Aleksander knocks on the door. I’m still suspicious of him for knocking when he has the full authority not to, but I appreciate the gesture if it means that I don’t have to worry about being walked in on. It makes me a bit curious about his true motivations for keeping me here, but so far he hasn’t tried anything questionable. He didn’t even make me feel guilty about how much stuff he got for me, which more than one boyfriend in my past has done. Cody was like that for sure.
“Hey, we’ve got to get your shit together and get out of here. I overslept a little,” he confesses, slowly opening the door to help my eyes adjust. This will be the first time he’s let me out of my room on my own. I haven’t even seen the outside of the hallway, the whole journey down to the car will be entirely new to me. I won’t know a single turn to take – he’ll have to guide me. I really wish I had been able to see when he brought me up the stairs.
I’m fully awake, but I know that it’s only a matter of hours before the crash from my poor sleep quality catches up with me. “Right, I only ended up using one of the suitcases you gave me. My clothes don’t take up very much space, and I didn’t want you to have to pay a fee for extra bags.”
He laughs a little, and even though I can’t see him well, I know he’s rolling his eyes at me.
“What? What could I have possibly done this time?” I say, feeling exasperated by his perpetual all-knowing personality.
“Nothing, it’s just funny that you think I’d have to pay for extra bags,” he replies as he picks up my suitcase from the corner of the room. “Get out of bed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
