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Imust have been exhausted. I fell asleep after the most delicious, unexpected orgasm and a conversation with the man who gave it to me.
When I woke, I was alone, and I was surprised how disappointed I was about that.
Despite everything, I can’t fear Malik. Even when he flies into a rage, and I think my life could be over, there is something telling me I’m safe with him.
As I stretch out on the silk sheets, I love how they caress my naked body. I could live like this. It’s addictive because obviously Malik and his family are extremely wealthy indeed.
I have lived with wealth all my life, but never enjoyed any of it. Wealth kept me locked in a violent home and I began to hate it. My clothes were chosen for me, and I had no money of my own. Everything was provided except for emotion, and I’m not surprised I’ve given up on ever experiencing any myself. Until now. Until Malik because emotion surrounds him and makes it difficult to get past it. I think I’ve experienced every emotion there is during the time I’ve been with him, and I’m exhausted with it.
After dragging my body from the bed, I head into the ensuite and shake my head in amazement. Who has a full-sized bathroom on a plane, tub and all? It’s insane and as I stare around at the gold taps and white fluffy towels, every designer oil and lotion to hand, I wonder what world Malik comes from.
I don’t hang around and quickly shower and change back into my clothes and wonder if I should remain here until I am told to leave. However, curiosity wins and so I tentatively ease open the door and edge my way into the corridor. The pressure in my ears telling me we are losing height, which can only mean we’re nearly at our destination. As I edge closer to the main cabin, I hear a conversation that stops me in my tracks.
“Your father has been informed, sir. He is arranging the meeting with Giovanni. Will you be attending?”
“Of course.”
“And Miss. Ortega?”
“Comes with me.”
“But...”
“Comes with me, Ali. It will be part of the agreement. We meet Giovanni on the Siren, and his daughter will be returned to him.”
“Does she know?”
There’s a low laugh that makes my skin crawl. It’s so cold, devoid of emotion, and nothing like the man who left my bed earlier.
“Of course not. No, Eliza only knows that we are here to arrange a wedding,ourwedding, nothing more, and it stays that way.”
“As you wish, sir.”
Quickly, I edge back down the corridor to the room I just vacated and my legs tremble as I take in what I heard.
He’s lying to me.
He doesn’t intend on marrying me and it’s all an act to get me where he wants me. His family has made a deal with my father and I’m the bargaining chip they’re using to get what they want. I thought this was about Frankie, but it’s not. Somehow, they are sending me back to hell to collect something in return. I feel like such a fool.
The door flies open and my heart flutters as the man himself fills the doorway like a dark lord. Dressed completely in black, his malevolent gaze drags my screaming soul against its will to do his bidding because I hate how much he affects me as a woman. I crave his attention despite the situation and so I lower my eyes and play dumb for once in my life.
“Eliza. Look at me.”
I raise my eyes as he holds out something in his hand.
“You need to wear this burqa. It will protect you and keep anyone from discovering you’re here.”
I take the black garment he thrusts toward me and as I slip it on over my clothes, he watches me with a blank expression. I try so hard to see any of the man who held me so tenderly, but he’s gone as quickly as the orgasm he gave me. This man is cold, deceitful, and edged in black, and I am trying so hard to muster any kind of hatred toward him. I must distance myself from what was growing between us and remind myself I’m his prisoner and I always will be.
He appears satisfied when I face him with only my eyes showing. “Come, we’re about to land. You need to take up your position.”
I nod and rise slowly and as I reach him, he grips my chin and raises my face to his and the dark emotion I see swirling in his turbulent eyes burns my soul because above everything, I wish things were different. I wish we were going to be husband and wife and I wish that he loved me. I want to be his wife and hold his body against mine. Walk by his side and be loved and protected, but my reality is very different to that and if he is about to sacrifice me, then I’m taking him down with me.
“This is for your own protection. You have many enemies, as do I, and nobody but my men know you are here. I want to keep it that way, so we will head to my private apartments in the city. You must trust me to do what’s right for both of us.”
He raises his eyes as if waiting for a response and my own flash as I nod, not wanting to give him any more than that because I need to retreat and erect a wall of steel between us because if he succeeds on handing me back to a living hell, it will be because I failed in my escape.
For a moment, he stares into my eyes, and I glare back in defiance. If anything, he appears amused, which irritates the hell out of me, and then he nods toward the front of the plane.
