Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -13-

GIANNA

 I shouldn’t have agreed to that. The more I think about I realize that it is not going to be just little pretending. I have to become this whole other person who I am not sure I am able to be. Let’s be honest, I am very vanilla. I only ever do something crazy when it is work related, everything else in my life is safe and predictable. And now I must live my life with no predictability, plus I am pretty sure we can throw the word ‘safe’ out of the f*****g window.

 I have to be his toy and let him handle me the way he wants to. I may be boring, but I am not submissive. At least not to his twisted fantasies.  

 “You will do this, you’re out of options my love,” he reminds me my very crappy situation like I could forget what kind of nasty hell I am in.

 “Out of options? You never gave me any options,” I remind him, but he clearly remembers. His smirk says it loud and clear. 

 He takes my chin and lifts it, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “You don’t know who you are or what you’re capable of. Give me a chance to show you,” he says slowly moving closer to me and soon our lips are practically becoming one. “Let me show you who you can become.”

 He is confusing me to the point I don’t want to care anymore. The touches and kisses going hand in hand with his devilish and dark promises. My body wants him, yearns him but my mind rejects him. He is causing turmoil inside of me. Me against me.

 “I don’t feel well,” I say and turn my head to breathe and break the connection he is trying to create. I am not going to let my v****a make decisions for me right now. She needs to keep her greedy paws to herself.

 “Oh right! Lets go and get something to eat,” he raises from the bed and I notice that this is not the same room I woke up the first time. 

 This one is twice, if not more, the size of the first one. I am sitting on a king size bed that has huge headboard going all the way to the ceiling. Everything is either darker gray or white which gives the whole room very masculine vibe. All the hardware is brass and that sets luxurious stamp on it. There are three sets of large French doors that seem to open to the balcony and natural light just flows in from them. The room has a fireplace with seating and by the windows is another seating area with massive sofa and armchairs. 

 I am looking around with awe and cannot believe people really have homes and bedrooms like this and somehow they still leave their houses. Why?

 “You’ll have plenty of time to check everything out. Lets go,” he holds his hand out waiting for me to take it but I don’t. The insurgent in me says I can walk on my own so I just ignore his hand as I pass him wishing I didn’t have the time to check everything out and this is the last time ever have to be in this room.

 I walk into the hallway with confidence only to realize I actually need him since this house is more complicated than London Underground. When I turn to face him, he is already next to me, grabs my hand in his and starts walking taking me with him.

 I don’t like our skin on skin because it ignites something I want to suppress. I need distance and I need him to back off so I try to yank my hand free, but he grips it tighter without stopping. I have no other choice to lag after him like injured puppy.

 “I need a tour or a map or GPS to get around in this house you know,” I say trying to understand if I am ever allowed to move around alone in here.

 “You’ll get your tour tomorrow. First we have some pending issues to discuss.” He lets my hand go and puts his hand on the small of my back to guide me through small hallway and to my surprise- outside.

 I freeze in place and look at him with questioning look. He nods and ushers me toward the Escalade parked few feet away but I can’t move. My legs don’t work. I have published too many stories about people getting in black SUVs with tinted windows never to be seen again. I don’t want to be just a name in the next months news. If they ever even notice I have gone missing.

 I think he senses my fear. “You’ll be fine. If I wanted you dead and gone, you’d be exactly that,” he says and walks to the car to open the door for me. 

 I know I have no other choice but to get in. My heart is pounding and it takes a lot of willpower to move my frozen feet. I take few steps and he just looks at me, no annoyance or irritation in his eyes. I don’t want to say it’s encouraging but it sets something in me at ease nonetheless. 

 I get in the car and he closes the door, goes around and I can hear some mumbling outside but cannot make out what they are saying. Soon he comes in and the Goliath takes the drivers seat. I hope they weren’t discussing where they’ll dump my body.

 “You can loosen up. We are going out to eat. I sent most of my staff away for few days and I am not much of a cook,” he informs me while eyeing my hands that are nervously fidgeting in my lap. 

 “I don’t understand where I stand in all of this. Am i just playing a part and expected to keep a low profile or am I supposed to be me, the real me who fell for you? What are we telling people and how much are we telling?” I have to get some clarification. If I have to invent this whole new personality, I might ruin his master plan.

 “If we reach an agreement, you’ll be Gianna Hayes, my girlfriend and you are free to do as you please. I am not going to cage you, but there will be consequences if you deceive me,” he responds with assured voice that resonates through me leaving word ‘consequences’ linger in the back of my mind.

 “I thought we already reached an agreement,” I ask since I already agreed to play this lovey-dovey couple with him? What else he wants from me? 

 He doesn’t answer me, so we ride without saying a word for a while. I try to keep my mind busy looking at the foreign landscape, but all the unanswered questions keep swirling around in my head.

 We reach to our destination and he leads me into crowded restaurant. Everyone takes immediately notice of his presence, some show that they saw him, others basically melt into their seats to make themselves disappear. All the women in the room are gaping at him like he’s the last glass of Chardonnay in this place. Voracious tarts.

 We walk through the middle of the lavish dining room toward the only available table. All the deliciousness flowing in the air is making my stomach growl and I am concentrating to keep it at a low side.

 Then, out of nowhere, he is in front of me. 

 Kneeling.

 “Gianna my love, will you marry me?”