Adan’s Mistake

Eleven

I stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to digest the weight of his words. He wanted me to show Wesley that I belonged to Adan? What was the matter with him? Why the hell was he being so possessive all of a sudden? He was literally acting like I’d cheated on him or something and now he wanted to tell the whole world that we were together, when in reality was the complete opposite.

He clearly feels something for you if this is what he’s doing.

It didn’t seem like it. I felt like Adan was taking revenge, but for what I had no idea. Why else would he force me to do things I didn’t want to? I was sure he hated me because there was no other explanation for his behavior.

“How am I supposed to show him that I’m yours?” I asked and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

A strange gleam entered his eyes as soon as I finished speaking and he eliminated the remaining distance between us before placing his hands on my arms.

“That’s up to you, Angel. But you will show him. Wesley will know you’re mine and if he possesses even a single brain cell he will walk away from you,” Adan stated, the anger from earlier returning with full force.

“Yo—you’re impossible,” I said and wrenched myself out of his hold. I couldn’t stand his touch for long because it affected me in every way it shouldn’t. I really didn’t know why my mind and body were so attracted to him. Yes, he was absolutely gorgeous and—if I wasn’t wrong—the smartest of all the Diamandis cousins. But he was the most vindictive one as well. I didn’t know the others that well, but I was sure they weren’t as ruthless as him.

“You’ll soon understand that I’m the only possibility you have, darling,” he said in that same matter of fact tone which was starting to annoy me.

“As if I’ll let that happen,” I muttered with a roll of my eyes. “So tell me, Master, when do you want me to put on my little show?”

“The day and time will be decided by me. You will then decide the place. I’ll have your information for you by tomorrow so it’s best if you start preparing,” he said and a felt a shudder go down my spine.

“And until then you’ll keep me in the dungeon?” I asked, trying not to let the fear overpower me. As much as I wanted to be fearless, the Diamandis dungeons put fear in the bravest of hearts. There were actual horror stories being circulated about them whenever Mothers wanted to scare their children into doing whatever they wanted.

He frowned and pursed his lips. “No. Why would I throw you in the dungeon? You just need to send a message to your ex and that’s it. You didn’t commit a crime.”

“Really? Because you’re treating me like I did,” I shot back. I really didn’t know why I found it so easy to argue with him, given the fact that I had no right to do so. But he never punished me for it, and that reinforced the behavior that would surely land me in trouble one day.

“Trust me, Angel if or when you’ll commit a crime you’ll know,” he said and I rolled my eyes again.

“Obviously. When you’ll throw me in the dungeon, anyone would know that I’m being punished,” I said.

“When I punish you, it won’t be in the dungeon,” he said and stepped back, clearly ending the conversation. “Dinner will arrive shortly and then I want you to go to sleep. You can think about how to show Wesley the truth in the meantime.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I have some things I need to take care of. I expect you to stay put in this room,” he said and turned to leave.

“When will I get my own room?” I asked.

He stopped short and gave me a look that made heart forget how to breathe. “Your own room?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Ye—yes.” I nodded and gulped at the rage radiating out of him.

“There is no such thing as your room, Evangeline,” he said in a voice that was sharp enough to cut glass. “This is your room. Wherever I’ll sleep, you’ll sleep and that’s it. I’m your home. I’m your world. Get that through your head.”

He left the room before I could utter a word, slamming the door hard enough to drive the message home. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he locked me in here, but thankfully he didn’t and I was left alone once again; only this time with the weight of my impending trial weighing on my shoulders.

I huffed and dropped on the bed. I picked up my phone and sure enough Adan had deleted Wesley’s number and everything related to him from my phone. He even deleted all his pictures and I could do nothing but let the phone drop from my hand and stared at the ceiling.

How in the world was I going to show Wesley that I belonged to Adan? Of course I’d have to meet him somewhere with my Master. Maybe I could go to his house with Adan or have Wesley meet us in a public place. I didn’t want to break his heart in his home; that would be beyond cruel. I was the one who broke the rules but it was Wesley who was being punished.

I turned to my side and stared into nothing as the seconds ticked by until I heard a knock on the door. The maid entered and gave me her usual smile before telling me to eat and then departing before I could reply. With my Master’s orders echoing in my brain, I forced myself to get up and eat before changing into a silk negligee which left little to the imagination and crawling into bed. I pulled the duvet over me and closed my eyes, surrendering to oblivion.

~*~*~*~*

The next morning I woke up to the sun streaming in warm and gentle but when I turned to the other side I was surprised to find Adan’s side empty. I patted the space and found it cold and wondered if he even showed up in the room.

I sat up and turned my head left and right, as if Adan would appear from some corner any second, even though I knew it wasn’t possible. It was obvious he wasn’t here. But how could he do that? Since Adan brought me here, he’d been trying his best to stay close to me and touch me every chance he got. He even chose to come home early and take me to the ramen place all because he wanted to spend time with me. And now he wasn’t here.

You must’ve really pissed him off.

The thought of Adan being upset with me unsettled me in the strangest of ways. If he was really that angry, then he might hurt Wesley and that was something I couldn’t handle. I wouldn’t allow him to harm an innocent.

Stay away from Wesley and he wouldn’t have to hurt him.

Great. Even my inner voice was blaming me for my Master’s mood. Life was so not fair.

I got out of bed and my eyes widened when I took a look at myself and realized that I was wearing a different negligee than the one I’d slept in. And I knew I wasn’t imagining it because the one I’d slept in was turquoise with flowers sewn on it and this one was a deep maroon with black beads all over.

Your mind is playing tricks on you.

No. It wasn’t possible. I knew what I wore and this wasn’t it. And the only one who would be daring enough to change my clothes while I slept was none other than Adan.

However, if he changed my clothes, how come I didn’t wake up? Was I really so out of it that I didn’t feel someone removing my clothes and putting new ones on me. Did Adan really see me naked? The thought made my face heat up as my darkest fantasies flashed in my mind. I pushed them away and focused on the here and now and decided that I was angry with my Master for invading my privacy even though he had every right to do so.

I stormed into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and took a long shower which soothed some of the anger. This time I chose a purple crop top and paired it with some jean shorts which wrapped my ass in the softest embrace. The clothes were clearly expensive but I had no choice but to wear them because my Master deemed so.

It was only when I finished drying my hair and tying it in a high ponytail did I hear the bedroom door opening. I steeled myself before stepping out of the dressing room and coming face to face with Adan who looked mouthwatering in an aquamarine shirt which brought out the green in his eyes and paired it with some gray jeans.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Did you change my clothes while I slept?” I blurted out at the same time.

He c****d his head to the side as his eyes smiled at me. “Yes, I did.”

I gulped and took a step back. “Why?” I asked, doing my best not to let my vivid imagination take over.

“That’s not a question you’re supposed to ask me,” he replied.

“Why not?”

“Because as your Master I have the right to decide what you wear. And I didn’t like what you wore to bed, so I took matters into my own hands and changed you into what I wanted you to wear,” he replied, as if violating my privacy was the norm for him.

It might not be the norm but it’s not unexpected of him.

“You—”

“Did you check your phone?” He asked, cutting me off.

“No,” I said with a frown. “Why?”

He chucked his chin to the side. “Go and check your phone. I’ve sent you a little message.”

I gave him a hard look before striding past him to where my phone sat on the nightstand. Sure enough there was a text message from him, but when I read through the contents I could feel my mouth drying up.

Tuesday 18:00 sharp

I looked up from my phone screen to my Master who had an expectant gleam in his eyes. I had no doubt about what I was looking at but at the same time I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me.

“You want me to tell Wesley about us on Tuesday?” I asked, my voice unable to go above an octave.

“Not tell him, Angel,” he said as if I were an errant student who forgot to do her homework again. “You will show him. I’m giving you the liberty to choose how you will execute this little task and I expect you will not disappoint me.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how to break his heart as well. It’ll save us both the trouble. I’m sure you know exactly how you want me to go about this,” I said, my voice acidic.

The arch of his eyebrow told me to rein in my anger before he unleashed his. But I couldn’t help myself. The day and time he wanted was only a few days away and I knew I would never be ready to break Wesley’s heart in any way.

“Yes, I can tell you, but consider this a lesson for the future,” he said in a dangerous tone.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s simple. You need to learn to be mine. Every tilt of your head, every blink of your eyes should show the world that you belong to me and only me,” he said.

“You’re insane. That will never happen,” I hissed, not caring anymore whether I pissed him off or not.

“Of course it will. And on Tuesday you’ll learn exactly how,” he said. “Now come on, breakfast should be ready. You’ll be eating with us from today.”

“What? Eating with you? What do you mean?” I asked, unable to keep up with his pace.

“I mean you’ll be eating with us in the dining hall. For some reason everybody wants to get to know you better. Though I know it’s only to piss me off,” he said, catching me off guard. This man was giving me whiplash and I couldn’t even tell him to shut up, so I huffed and decided to focus on the problems at hand after I’d eaten something.

“Right. Well then, lead the way,” I told him.

He gave me a smile which could cut grass before striding out of the room, leaving me no choice but to follow him. I’d never eaten with the Diamandis family before and I never thought I’d see the day where I’d have to.

There’s a first time for everything.

And it seemed Adan would be responsible for every first in my life from now on.