Elena POV
“ Elena” Alex called
“ I'll get ready for the dinner party shortly.” I wiggled my hands in his grip but the more I struggled, the more they became tighter.
“ Elena,” he called again, his voice low.
This time I turned but didn't look at him. I didn't want him to see my eyes swollen and filled with tears.
I didn't want him to know I was crying earlier. That might make him feel more mighty and self-important.
“ Look at me” he said, raising my face to look at him, but I averted my eyes the other way. I didn't want to see him or talk to him.
One other rule that I had forgotten in the contract was not to get too close, or else I'd get burnt. But I did get close and now I'm burnt.
“ Please,” and I did. His eyes were beautiful as ever holding a hint of calmness and vulnerabil
