Adan’s Mistake

Sixteen

Adan clearly wasn’t fazed by my anger because that’s all I had to offer to him in the days that passed. All I did was glare at him but he would still kiss me every chance he got. He would hold me as if I wasn’t a vessel waiting to burst and kiss me until I started to question my decision to be mad at him. It was only when he was at work and I got the chance to be alone did I overthink to the point of being angry with him all over again.

And why wouldn’t I be? I’d never forget what he made me do and just so he could feel good about himself. But I wanted to take revenge. I wanted to make him pay for controlling my life, however, I had no clue how to do it. What would piss him off enough to make him regret his actions?

Nothing.

I hated that my inner voice was right. The man was too powerful to feel remorse. He had the world at his disposal. He had me at his disposal. Why would he apologize? No, I had to do something big. Something drastic. He may never apologize to me but I wanted him to understand how his actions made me feel. I wanted him to acknowledge my feelings. So for that I needed to plan something.

“Is Adan aware of the warfare taking place in your mind right now?” I turned to see Colton standing a few feet away with a cryptic look in his eyes. He was wearing a dark green dress shirt with black slacks that looked expensive to make me cry.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I asked, surprised to find him here. The Diamandis cousins took their work seriously. I’d never seen anyone slacking off on work just because their Grandfather owned the business.

His eyebrow arched, letting me know I’d stepped out of line. “Have you forgotten you’re nothing but Adan’s property?”

I gulped, knowing full well that I needed to backtrack if I wanted to remain in his good graces. But I was feeling particularly rebellious today, which meant that my common sense wasn’t present to tell me to shut up and get the hell out of here.

“No.” I gave him a saccharine smile. “I don’t think anyone can make me forget that.”

His eyes narrowed but I just smiled wider and turned to face the window once again. I particularly liked this spot in the mansion. It was one of the towers with a floor to ceiling arched window that gave a clear view of the forest that spanned on for miles. I wished I could see the end of it but all I saw were the trees which housed mysteries I didn’t know about.

“You should be in your room,” he said and I heard him move forward.

“I have nothing to do in Adan’s room. Besides, I like this place,” I said.

“Does Adan know that?” He asked.

“What Adan doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I replied.

“He’s your Master and you need to treat him as such. You don’t even have the right to address him by name,” he said, his words heavy with disapproval.

“He has no problem when I address him by name. In fact, he prefers it,” I argued with a shrug but it did little to soften the hardness of his eyes.

“He may prefer it but we don’t. You can address him as whatever you want behind closed doors. Otherwise you treat and address him as the Master he is,” he told me and I swear I wanted to have a talk with Adan about his cousins telling me what to do.

“Okay. My apologies,” I said just so I could get him off my back and go back to planning my revenge against Adan. I would love to make him suffer and bring him down to earth. He would know that he couldn’t manipulate me the way he wanted.

I thought he would leave me alone now but he remained standing behind me. And I knew because I could feel his menacing aura surrounding me. And just as I was about to ask if he needed something from me, Colton walked away and I exhaled deeply, glad to be alone once again.

Just as I was going back to my diabolical theories and executions, a maid I’d never seen before came to stand in front of me, looking like the Devil himself was chasing her. She was a little over five feet and three inches with dark brown hair tied in a braided bun on her head and eyes full of fear.

“Ms. Evangeline,” she said, fear causing her light brown eyes to dart left and right. “Wh—where is your phone?”

“What?” I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. Why did she want my phone?

“Master Adan has been calling you for the past two hours, and he is furious that you’re not answering. Please go and answer your phone, Miss, or else he’ll punish all of us,” she said and her lower lip began wobbling at the end. “Please Miss, we don’t want to be punished. His punishments are scary.”

My eyes widened when her eyes welled up but thankfully she didn’t let the tears fall. “Okay, okay, don’t worry. I’ll go and call him,” I told her and just as she started to smile I walked away. I didn’t know if the threat was real or the maid was just exaggerating but I ran all the way to Adan’s room and when I opened the door I heard the sound of my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I said, breathlessly. My heart was pounding but I paid no attention to it.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I was? I was about to leave the hospital to come and check on you!” Adan scolded, clearly at the end of his patience.

“I—” I started to speak but he didn’t give me a chance.

“Just because I let you have the freedom to go around, doesn’t mean you don’t take your phone with you. And if you have such a problem, then I have no problem installing cameras and putting trackers in your body. Do you understand that?” He said as I sat down on the bed because my legs no longer had the strength to help me stand.

Tracker.

The word had terror spiking in my gut, and causing it to seep into my blood. What the hell was he talking about? He wanted to put a tracker in me? It wasn’t bad enough that he’d ambushed me and forced me to turn against my own happiness, he now wanted to control every movement of mine? Why? What did he want from me? Why couldn’t he just let me live and breathe in peace?

“Hello? Angel, are you listening to me?” He asked when I failed to respond to him. What could I say when all I wanted was to run away? “Evangeline, answer me!”

“Le—leave me alone,” I muttered before hanging up and tossing the phone aside because I couldn’t bear to look at it another minute.

My mind painted one terrifying scenario after another as I struggled to grapple with my new reality and what Adan was intending to do to me. I knew he was controlling but I didn’t know he was downright insane. He didn’t want me to live. He wanted me to treat me like a pet, who was eager for his next command. I wasn’t a pet he could keep. I wasn’t one to wait for his next command.

But you’re stuck now. You can never leave.

No. I couldn’t leave. I was planning on taking revenge but here he was, putting me in my place again and again. How was I going to survive living with him? No one would help me. If I tried anything Adan would know one way or another and he would leave me helpless. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hurt me or threw me in the dungeons for the rest of my life.

My fingers skated over to the duvet before gripping it and helping me pull it over my head. I knew it was useless against Adan, but right now I wanted to feel safe and this was the only way to do it. I wanted to hide and I could delude myself into thinking that no one could find me here.

Seconds ticked by and I could feel my heart slowing down to its regular pattern. My eyes moved around in the darkness of my own making and I realized that I write liked this feeling of solitude. And since I was doing this to myself I could handle it. But I knew if Adan did it, I would be suffocating right now.

The sound of the door opening made me stiffen and I just prayed it wasn’t who I thought it was. But when the mattress dipped and a heavy arm locked around my waist, I closed my eyes and willed myself to remain calm.

“What is the matter with you?” Adan asked me. I was glad that he didn’t pull the duvet off my head and forced me to look at him. I guess he really did know me because he knew I was awake. “Why are you so hellbent on driving me crazy?”

His voice was soft which gave me the confidence to respond to him. “You’re doing the same thing to me.”

“Is that so?” He tightened his arm around me before shifting closer so that I could feel his warmth seeping into me, which was making me uncountable because I was buried under the duvet. “And how am I making you crazy?”

“You want a tracker in me. I… I won’t let you do it. I’m telling you I will fight you. I don’t care who you are or how much you own me, I… I won’t let you do this to me,” I said, knowing he could hear me clearly despite the cotton in between us.

“I won’t have to put a tracker if you just answer the phone when I call you,” he replied and I just rolled my eyes.

“My phone was charging so I decided to walk around the house. You have cameras all over the place, you could’ve checked those to know where I was,” I argued.

“I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to talk to you,” he said and pulled the duvet off me and kissed the top of my head.

“No, your controlling nature just want to track my movements. I—I’m not comfortable with that. I’ll keep my phone on me next time and will answer when you call. But I will never agree to a tracker,” I stated. There was no way I was backing down on this. Even if he forced this on me I would fight with all I got. This was no longer about breaking up with a man. This was about me and I’d be damned before I surrendered myself to him.

“As long as you answer my calls I have no intention of putting a tracker on you. I get worried about you, Angel. I don’t like it when I don’t know where and how you’re doing,” he said.

“You kept a track of not only me but my entire family for years. You didn’t have a problem then.” I pointed out, shifting a little so I was lying flat on my back and facing him.

He gave me a tender smile before pushing a few strands of hair out of my face. “That’s because I hadn’t made you mine then. Now you are so things will change. There are other rules you need to follow now.”

“No tracker,” I repeated.

He gave me tender kiss which made me forget how to breathe before nodding. “Okay. No tracker. Relax now.” He stroked my hair for the next few minutes and I didn’t know why I was relaxing under his touch.

“So… why did you really call me?” I asked.

“I wanted to tell you that there’s a party and I want to take you,” he answered.

“What party?”

“It’s something the hospital does every year. It’s like a fundraiser with a lot of people there to donate to various causes. My attendance is mandatory, which means you have to come too,” he replied.

“And if I don’t want to go?” This time he just gave me a smile and arched his eyebrow and I groaned. “Come on!”

“I can’t give in to that. I want you to come and you will. The gala is Thursday night, so be prepared. I’ll send the dress for you and everything, okay?” He said while continuing to stroke my hair.

“I should be given a choice in this,” I complained.

“Not in this, you don’t.”

I huffed and shifted a little which brought me closer to him, but for some strange reason I didn’t mind the proximity. Adan just smelled so good and I wanted to inhale a little before I could let common sense invade my senses.