Chapter 10
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I'm stunned when I step inside. The house is gorgeous. We walk down a long hallway before coming into an open floor plan in the middle. The kitchen and the living room are on the opposite side of each other. I wonder if he decorated this himself.
The kitchen has all-black appliances and white marbled counters. The walls were a light cream color, and the floors were dark brown wood.
Jesus, everything in here looks like it cost a lot of money.
“Who decorated your home? It's nice.” I whispered, thinking that I should keep the peace with Ghost unless I want to see that cold as-ice side of him again.
“Mother.” He snapped. “Let's go. I will show you to your room.” He sighed before he walked up the staircase.
My room?
I am getting my room.
I thought he paid for me to be his s*x slave. I did not expect to be given a room.
I am so confused.
“My room? I thought-” I asked, as I followed him up the stairs
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The stairs are black, and the railing is painted matte gold.
His mother has some expensive tastes.
“Thought what? You are here as my little slave, nothing else. I hope you did not think you were going to sleep with me.” He barks out a laugh, but I don't miss the uncertainty that just flashed in his eyes.
What is his problem?
“No! I do not care where I sleep! I was just confused.” I growled and slowed down my steps, not wanting to get any closer to that asshole.
“The last woman I slept with, is not here. She is the only one I have ever slept with.” He snarls as we walk down another long hallway, and I stop when I see him shoving open a door. “And she will always be.”
Did he have a girlfriend?
I wonder how the poor girl would feel if she knew her man paid for a s*x slave. That is f*****g horrible.
My heart ached inside my chest and spoke those words. I don't even know why it did that. I did not give a s**t about him or the woman. He can bring me back to the states and be with her.
Oh, god.
I sound jealous.
Fucking hell, Aria.
“This is your room. There is a bathroom inside as well. You will find the closet loaded with appropriate clothing. You are free to come and go from your room as you please. My home is now your home. Someone will come to get you when lunch is served. In case you need to be told again, there is no way off this island but to swim.” He grunts before giving me one last lingering look and walked out, leaving me alone to look around my room.
I did not expect this.
I turn around and take in my new room.
It has a huge white bed with black drapes. The walls are a light pink and the floor is a light grey carpet that feels so fuzzy under my feet. I have a fireplace on the front wall and a super huge television hanging on the wall.
I am here as a s*x slave, yet, he has given me an absolutely beautiful room. I spot the closet and I rush toward it and jerk it open.
He was not wrong about the closet being stocked. I see plenty of clothes, it's a huge walk-in closet. Shoes line on wracks across the bottom of the wall, and my eyes enlarge when I wrap my hand around a pearl white bathing suit.
My eyes widen when I see the price tag.
Five hundred dollars for this? It looks like it won't even cover my ass cheeks all the way.
That is absurd.
Who spends that amount of money on one dang bathing suit?
Ghost.
A man like Ghost does.
Sighing, I found a pale blue sundress and rushed into the bathroom. Goodness, after spending days on a plane and then walking through that heat, I need a good cold shower.
I lay my dress on the counter next to the sink before walking over to the shower to turn the water on to let it get a little warm.
Turning around, I see myself in the mirror, and goodness, I look like a damn mess. My hair is sticking to the sides of my face, and I look down and see my feet are covered in sand. He allowed me to walk inside like this. I had not even noticed the state that my feet were in.
I close the door before taking off the bra and pantie, grabbing them both inside my hand, I toss them into the bathroom trash can. I never want to see those things again, and I will never wear that s**t again.
A few seconds later, I am standing underneath the shower head, feeling the cool water washing away all the dirt and sweat from my body. Bringing my hands up, I place my palms against the wall and hang my head down.
What is Ghost going to do to me? He has not even tried to do anything, which I find very odd. Shouldn't he have forced me on my knees ? He keeps threatening, but never does anything.
When will my memory come back to me? What happened to me that made me even lose them in the first place? I just want to know how I am. Feeling like this is not a good feeling. I have so many questions about myself that I cannot even get any answers.
I am stuck on this island with Ghost. I wonder when he gets enough of me.
What will he do?
Will he bring me back to the states, or will he kill me instead?
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