DADDY'S DIRTY LITTLE DESIRES 18+

A Night With Him

"We're here!"

Sierra heard the loud but firm voice of one of Diavolo's men forcing her to snap her eyes open. In her fuzzy and confused state, she looked around to see Diavolo next to her scrolling through what seems to be a magazine. He didn't even spare her a single glance. Not that she even asked him to anyways.

It took her a minute to realize that it was already night time. Just how long has she been out? Come to think of it, he was the reason why they were so late at night. After he forcefully made her agree to go with him, they have been on the road because somehow, he had a lot of businesses and meetings to attend. She had almost lost track of many stops they had made before she fell asleep. A normal person would try to apologize but she doesn't see that happening with this man at all. Well, in all fairness, he wasn't a normal person was he?

With a light groan, she rubbed her eyes a little aggressively than intended and ran her fingers through her hair that has already been disheveled as she threw her eyes outside the window to take a look at where he had brought her.

The door to the car door was opened and he was the first one to step out after discarding his magazine while she hopped down from the other side. She became a little self conscious when she realized that she wasn't wearing any shoes when her legs came in contact with the bare ground. How come she didn't notice? He was rushing her to make haste to the extent that she must've forgotten to wear them. She looked like a refugee forced away from home.

Gosh! She hated this man so much.

"This way." Sergio gestured with his hands glared at him before rounding the car to where Diavolo stood, patiently waiting for her. He had a triumphant look on his face like he had won a big prize. She felt like slapping that grin off his face but sadly, she would be dead before even attempting to try that.

Without saying a word to her, he started towards the huge mansion in front of her, leaving her to follow. Sierra let her eyes wander freely on their own as she tried to take everything in. There was a large of armed men scattered everywhere in different sections and units just like the one she saw at the hotel when she woke up that morning.

They all bowed their heads at him as he gracefully but carefully climbed his way up the stairs. The entire building was painted white and the design was different, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Even her father's house as a senator didn't compare to the sight in front of her.

As she trailed behind him quietly, she saw a glass see through garden with what seemed to be exotic plants. Rubbing her arms nervously, she tried to figure out if he gardens. Judging by his personality and the crazy person that he was, there was absolutely no way that he would ever be able to do that.

They entered the mansion and arrived at a wide space which seemed to be the sitting room and Sierra found everyone already gathered waiting for them. She was a little confused. Was this a normal protocol or did he ask them to gather out here? The more she stood in front of people who didn't know her, the more embarrassed she looked.

She could only be imagining what was going through their heads at the moment, what they thought of her. In their eyes, she could probably be a slut, a w***e who had come to share a bed with their boss. She felt so ashamed but what can she do? She never asked to be here in the first place. He dragged her here.

"Everyone." Diavolo started. "This is Sierra, my woman and she would be staying here for a while." He introduced and she scoffed inwardly. His woman? Way to lay a claim on her without her permission. He's saying it like he didn't track her all over the world and forced her to come here with him against her wishes.

Hearing him speak, one would think that she followed him down here on her own willingly but it was quite the opposite.

"Treat her as you would treat me." He continued with his speech. "In fact, treat her more than you would treat me. Take care of her as though your lives depend on it. If she so much as gets a single scratch in this house or anywhere else under your watch and your supervision then those people involved would have to answer to me."

They all echoed a reply in unison as if they were automated to. Does this mean that they would always be keeping a eye on her and that she wouldn't be able to plot an escape even if she wanted to? Are they always going to be on her tail? Her situation just got worse in only a matter of minutes.

"Sergio." He lifted a finger and he came running towards him almost immediately. "Show the lady to her room. Luca, come with me." He ordered before walking away from her presence. Sierra was confused. Did he bring her here to leave her alone with these strange people that she had never met in her entire life?

"Such a b***h!" She cursed him internally and forced a smile to the train of unknown faces who stood in front of her.

"Follow me." Sergio said and started for the opposite stairs. She just watched Diavolo leave towards the other direction and it had her wondering how many rooms were indeed in this mansion. She was curious but also very scared.

Was he going to have s*x with her tonight? Was that why he was sending her away? Was it to get ready for him or because of something else? Why was he stressing her out this much.

"Your room." Sergio said and stepped aside after handing the keys over to her. She had noticed that he doesn't say much unless given an instruction. There were a lot of people in this house but it still felt like a graveyard.

He made to leave but she stopped him. "Sergio, how many rooms are in this mansion?"

"Twenty five, excluding the kitchens and bathrooms." He answered with a straight face. "Why'd you ask?"

She shook her head. "No reason. I just thought that knowing would make me feel better." But it didn't. Twenty five f*****g rooms?! Just now on earth is she supposed to find her way out of here with all these rooms stacked before her? It would take years before she's able to locate the living room at this point.

"Escaping would be impossible my lady so don't even think about it." He warned her as if reading her mind. "On the other hand, I do hope that the room will be to your liking. My boss asked us to make it as comfortable as possible so that you won't have any complaints." He added before walking away.

Sierra unlocked the door with a sigh and stepped inside to receive the greatest shock of her life. It can't be. Everything was the same as her old room or even better. It was like she never left home. What in the Titanic!

How did he do this? Why did he do this? Isn't this considered creepy to most people? He legit recreated her room but in a better version. He had gone nuts. Forget being a psychopath, this man is utterly insane! He was in her house once so how was he able to pick all this in such a short amount of time?

"Miss?" She heard someone's voice followed by a subtle knock on the door. Taking her eyes away from everything for a minute, she opened the door to see a train of maids standing outside at the entrance. What could be the issue now?

"Hi" She waved awkwardly but they only stared back at her. Were they as confused as she was too? "I'm sorry but can i help you?"

"We're here to take care of you for the night under our boss's orders." They informed her. "You'll be spending the night with him and he specifically asked us to get you ready for him."

"He wouldn't." She countered in disbelief.

Get her ready for him? At this point they sounded like slave masters who were about to get her ready for sale at an auction. And to think that this is only the beginning of her struggles.

"I'm not doing that." She challenged fiercely.

The older woman who accompanied them only sighed. "He was well aware that you might say something like this so he told us to tell you that if you don't comply to his wishes then it'll only make him add to your punishments and believe me, you don't want that for yourself."