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ALIZE
Hunger twists my stomach,but I refuse to give in.
This is a chance to beat Alexander.
I chug another glass of water from the bathroom sink, willing it to quiet the grumblings of my stomach. I think I read somewhere once that even without food, you can live for a long time with just water. I’m prepared to go weeks if that’s what it will take.
Out of principle, I won’t eat the food Alexander prepared for me. No, I don’t think he’s tried to poison me—he’s proven that he’s into more hurtful and dramatic ways of trying to kill me—but the mere facthemade it is enough to dissuade me.
You don’t make breakfast for your enemies, even after you’ve fucked them.
No, that feels more amicable. Like something friends may do.
Thatloverswould do.
Our chemistry is my biggest weakness. First, it will be eating the breakfast he’s made for me, then it will turn into him eatingmeafter. No, nope.
This is his way of wearing me down. He’s trying to lull me into contentment with his faux kindness until I’m so deeply embedded in his web I can’t escape him. Already, I can feel my window of opportunity closing. If I don’t stand up to him now, things will only get more dire for me. I’ll lose the little bit of backbone I’ve developed.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I’ve been holed up in my room for hours now. Not that it’s much of a safe space, since Alexander can apparently barge in here whenever he wants—how did it not occur to me that he might have a key? Fortunately, he doesn’t show.
Wiping the water from the back of my mouth, I flop on to my bed.
The ruined sheets are in a bundle on the floor, awaiting the housekeeper. I don’t want to be around when she sees them. Her reaction would just make this whole thing worse. The gentle old lady would see all the blood and cum, then look and me and think that I’m some crazy bitch who enjoys ridiculous, dangerous sex.
Isn’t that what you are, though?
An uncomfortable blush heats my skin.
I’m not sure when I ended up so…deviant. Maybe it's because I didn’t get a chance to learn that side of me over the years. It wasn’t like there was anyone around to even have a crush on, much less experiment sexually with—my father made sure I was sequestered at all times.
So, here I am.
I’m eighteen, just now discovering that Ilikeit when a man holds a knife to my neck and fucks me like a rag-doll until I pass out. More than that, I’m certain only a man like Alexander can bring out that side of me. The realization sinks in without any shame.
It’s the truth. I should just accept it.
From the smug look on Alexander’s face earlier, it’s clear that he thinks he has the upper hand now. He plans to use our chemistry against me. So, I’ll have to use it againsthimtoo. Maybe discovering this now isn't so bad after all.
It might make dealing with him easier.
Two hours later, the cramps in my stomach have intensified, and I’ve taken to curling in a ball on the floor. The housekeepers haven’t shown up yet—usually by this time someone would have visited.
Strange.
Mustering up all my strength, I hobble over to the door. It’s almost five in the afternoon. Alexander must have left by now. He has responsibilities, after all. No matter how petty he wants to be, torturing me will come second to his Kingmaker shit.
The elections are coming up soon, too.
With the heavy door ajar, I stand at the threshold for a long minute, listening.
The apartment is quiet enough. There are no human sounds, only leaves rustling in the trees outside and howling through the rooms. I take a tentative step into the hallway, the runner bunching beneath my bare feet.
I slip my feet into the shoes by the entrance to my room, just in case I am alone and can make a run for it. The living room is empty, so is the dining room and kitchen. The only other place Alexander can be is in his room, which I doubt since he would have appeared the moment I opened my door.
This is my chance.
