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"Will I be eating with you during my entire stay here?"
My voice is barely a whisper and he chuckles.
"Do you not enjoy my company? You wound me, pequeña. Here I thought we were becoming the best of friends."
He takes a bite of meat and holds my gaze while he does it. The act makes my thighs clench in response. I look away and take another sip of water before I take a few bites of rice and meat. This was amazing. Javier really was great at his job.
"I just figured that maybe you had a...another guest that would be joining you."
He seems confused by my statement, and I roll my eyes.
"All of the expensive clothes in the room I'm staying in. They obviously belong to someone."
He takes a sip of wine and sits back in his chair, resting his strong arms on his thighs. He looks powerful like this, but calm. His answer is one word and shocks the hell out of me.
"You."
"I'm sorry, what?"
He narrows his eyes, looking slightly annoyed.
"The clothes. They belong to you. As does whatever else you need to use in that room."
"That's impossible, I've been here for one day,consciously."
He shrugs, as if it's as simple as he's making it out to be.
"I have multiple connections to various designers and brokers. All I need is to make one phone call and I have a delivery and set up ready within an hour. Everything fits you, yes?"
Everything is in my size. Everything from shoes to tops to underwear. It's all my size and that knowledge suddenly makes me very uncomfortable.
"How does everything fit me? How the fuck do you know what bra size I wear?" My voice is rising and I can't control it. I feel more invaded than ever. I feel completely taken advantage of and degraded.
"I've told you once before that both your mother and your house have been under heavy surveillance for quite some time now. Why do you ask questions you already have the answers to?"
He continues eating and I'm baffled.
"You've been going through my fucking underwear drawers?"
"I have my men do my dirty work for me, as I have bigger matters to attend to than learning your size in undergarments."
He takes another bite and I throw my napkin onto my plate before pushing my chair away from the table to stand, the squeak of the chair legs echoing on the hardwood.
"I'm no longer hungry. If you'll excuse me, I'll be heading to my room now."
He shrugs, unbothered and it pisses me off even more.
"Suit yourself. It's a great meal you're missing out on."
He takes another bite and I walk away in haste, dying to separate myself from him as soon as possible. I stomp my way through the halls and up the staircase, slamming my bedroom door behind me as soon as I'm in the room.
I rush to the bed and flop on top of it, staring at the canopy drapes that stretch and fall across the bed posts.
He had his men go through my underwear drawer, my private belongings. I feel so violated that I almost want to vomit what little food I had in my stomach. I touched myself to the thought of this monster today. I really am my mother's daughter. I'm sick.
My thoughts race for hours and I lay on the bed, tossing and turning under the velvet duvet. I look at the clock by the fireplace and see that it's after midnight. I've been laying here for nearly five hours and no sleep has come to claim my restless mind.
Frustrated, I get up and shove my feet into the flats by my bed, creeping out of the room quietly and walking down the stairs without a sound. There was no one in sight and though my stomach was rumbling in protest, I make my way towards the library again.
