ARIA
“It’s dinner time. The boss requests your presence downstairs,” Maria announced as she stepped into the room.
I internally smirked.
When Maximo didn’t call me down for breakfast this morning, I was confused, pissed, and disappointed.
Did he take my word for it when I told him I never wanted to be around him? No. That would mean he was granting my wishes, which isn’t Maximo-like.
Did he decide to leave me locked in the room till I starved to death? I doubted that. If Maximo finally decided to kill me, I was sure he would want to do it with his hands.
I had spent hours asking myself questions, with nervous anticipation coursing through my veins. I had a plan to escape, and for it to work, Maximo had to be predictable. I had to see him at least once every day.
Seduction. That
