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Chapter Ten
By the time night rolls around, my legs are killing me from sitting on the floor for so long. The same housekeeper I’d seen earlier was tasked with walking me twice and all my food was served to me in the metal bowl. I don't know what Savage plans on doing with me, but I'm hoping I get a chance to prove to him that I'm not just a disobedient whore. I can be good.
“Whore, have you learned your lesson?”
I jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to see him in workout attire. He's a bit sweaty and looks like he's just been in the gym.
“Yes Savage. I won't let it happen again. I trust you to do what I need done.”
“I don't care if you trust me or not. But I will not be made to look like a fucking fool in front of my guests.” He growls out at me and reaches down to the latch on the chain before letting the collar around my neck go.
I instantly throw my hands around the column of my neck and realize that I already miss the feeling of the thick collar. I didn't know how much I liked the feeling of being tied around my throat.
He rolls the chain up and opens the door to the fridge, ignoring me.
“Go to my bedroom. You can wash up, or rest if you like ... You were a very good little pup all day today.” He nods once and a slight smirk raises one corner of his lips. He knows what it does to me when he praises me. I just want to package his words up, throw them on the floor, and roll around in them.
I walk into his space and he freezes for a second. Emboldened by the beat down I’d seen on Savage's friend's face, I raise on my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his cheek. He's stuck and his eyebrows furrow.
“Thank you for defending me, Savage,” I reply and walk away before he has a chance to say anything. I know he's going to deny that he did anything for me, but I know he did.
I roll my ankles so I can get the stiffness out of my legs and make my way to his bedroom. I guess he's not so upset that he doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with me. I turn to go in the direction of the separate area and see a room with a shadow over the door. If I didn't pay attention to it I would have never known that it’s there in the first place. I turn and open the door to see a huge room with more books and gorgeous artwork. There's a canvas on an easel and a drop cloth right under it. Oh, it must not be finished yet. Is Savage an artist?
I walk around to glimpse at the painting only to see myself, eyes down, hair in long waves around my body, and my breasts bare. It cuts off right at my mid-abdomen and the background is a mix of white and red almost like the sheets he had left me on when he ignored me for those three days. Is this what he was doing?
Even though it's a gorgeous piece and I can see the haunting nature of it. This is a memory he wants to keep, one I'm sure he doesn't want me to know about. I'm going to make sure to give him many other opportunities to paint me.
I step away from the easel now and walk to the other side of the room to look over the other pieces of artwork there. I realize that most of the books are in a different language, one I don't understand. It looks like it might be French, but I'm not sure.
There's a large desk in the room. On top of it is some paperwork and I think I see the edges of a photograph. My hand itches to pick it up and see what it is. Who is good enough to be immortalized in Savage's life? My hand stops as I reach for the photograph when I hear something squeak behind me. I turn to see a long drape that doesn't necessarily match the decor. I walk over and push it aside and when I do I see a massive stone deck. I open the glass door and let the fresh night air rush over my skin. It's been so long. I know it's less than two weeks, but it feels like ages. I see the stable and notice something moving inside. I'm hoping it's a horse and not something nefarious. The area is so nicely manicured I wonder how many people Savage actually has working for him. There's a large archway that I see in so many of those wedding photos. I lean slightly and see a garage with what looks like four separate doors. What does anyone need with a four-car garage? I guess it makes sense that he's this loaded, I mean the man is willing to pay a million dollars for two weeks of someone's time.
I close my eyes and just let myself relax for the first time all day.
How someone so massive as Savage can move so quickly without making so much as a fucking noise is beyond me, but that's what he does.
His strong hands dig into my scalp and he yanks my hair back hard. “Is this where you're supposed to be whore?”
“No, I—” Before I can finish he hooks a finger into my mouth and pulls hard on the thin skin of my cheek.
“You seem so fucking determined to get out, do you want to go home?” He asks me once again.
“No!” I grunt out through the awkward position of my mouth.
“Hmm. I don't think you're telling me the truth. You want to leave whore. Go.”
He lets go of my hair and pushes me towards the stairs
“What're you doing?” I ask him as I walk backward toward the stairs.
“You're going to run away. You're going to run as far as you can, but I'm going to chase you. I'm going to chase you and if I catch you, I'm going to fuck every last one of your holes.”
My heart squeezes tightly in my chest.
Fuck. Yes.
“Savage, you're so fast. I'd never get away.” I say trying to gauge if this is really a game that we're playing.
A devious smirk raises the side of his face and he reaches into his pants to pull out his pocket watch. “You will have a five minute head start.”
