FALLING FOR THE DON

CHAPTER 3 : HANDSOME BUYER

~Camila's POV

After what felt like three hours, the car stopped, they opened the car door and dragged me out. I was still blindfolded but I could tell that it was two men dragging me.

Warmth hugged around me in contrast to the cold outside. We walked a little, then the men released their grip on me. I seemed like I was moving upwards. Oh! I was in an elevator.

The elevator stopped, and the men held me back tightly.

A door squeaked open, they dropped to the floor, and they untied my hands. They left me there, shutting the door closely behind them.

Since my hands were let loose, I decided to take off my blindfold.

To my greatest surprise, I was in a room, I wasn't in a dark alley like I thought it would be. The room was arranged nicely and it was a little more complex than my room in aunt Diana's house.

Silk grey curtains, and furniture expensive enough to buy a car decorated the room. The light wasn't bright, but I could still see clearly.

My buyer brought me to a room? A beautiful room. I got on my feet and walked around the room, I checked in the closet and the bathroom, it was all empty. The room looked like a new room, or an unused room.

I sat at the edge of the bed, fiddling the bedsheets. Who knows what would be done to me?

I could be used as a personal maid for the rest of my life. Or worse, a s*x slave.

$5million is such a large amount. I would never be able to repay that.

Why did my buyer buy me such a large amount? There was nothing special about me. I knew I was sold at the highest amount, but I do not know why exactly.

I heaved a deep sigh as I prayed to the spirit of my late parents. All this was happening too fast, I was lost on what to do… I wanted to cry badly but I didn't, I stared blankly instead.

It was evening time already, no one came to the room. Almost like I was abandoned here. I laid on the bed properly. The decisions of my life were already made against my will.

Other people in my shoes right now would be thinking of a way to escape—but I wasn't. I had accepted my fate.

A knock on the door made me sit up. The knock came again then a slender woman walked into the room with a tray in her hands.

“Evening miss,” she said, placing the tray on the table.

“Is that for me?” I asked.

“Yes miss, Sir said I should bring you food.”

“Who is Sir?”

“I can't tell you that. Pls have your meal Miss, I would be back to clear up the dishes,” she said, before leaving the room.

I saw something like a key card in her hands. I think that's what she used in opening the door.

So, I am trapped in here and the key card is the only way out? And I am sure the ‘Sir’ she referred to is my buyer.

Why do they think I would eat the food they brought me? It could be drugged or something. I sat still on my bed, not daring to go near the food. I would rather starve than to eat that.

After a while, the woman came into the room again, she saw that the food was untouched.

“Miss? You didn't have your meal,” she said, slight panic in her voice.

“I don't want it.”

“What do you want then? I will prepare it immediately.”

Does she think I am her boss? Why would she prepare what I want? I was just a hostage.

“I am not interested in eating anything.”

“You would starve, miss, you have to eat,” she said, with a bit of concern in her voice.

“I choose to starve, it has nothing to do with you.”

I have been starved so many times in my life that this doesn't even count.

“You must eat miss, Sir would get mad. He specifically asked me to make sure you eat,” she muttered, her concern shifted to fear.

Who is this ‘Sir’?

“Tell him I don't want to eat,”

“I can't tell him that, I can't defile my boss’s order.”

The argument was starting to piss me off. I was sold without my consent, brought to a stranger’s house. Now I am being forced to eat?

“You are not defiling his orders, I am. I don't wanna eat.”

“Fine.”

She packed up the tray, and she stormed out of the room. I smiled satisfactorily.

I didn't know the time, but it was dark. I did not bother to turn on the room lights. I laid on the bed like it was mine. Shortly, I fell into a deep slumber.

I got awoken by the creaking open sound of the door. And the room lights flashed on. I quickly sat on the bed.

A man walked into the room, he was very tall, he had a muscular physique. He was dressed in a tuxedo, I couldn't see his face properly, the light was blue and dim, but the structure of his face seemed captivating.

“You made me come all the way here but you were fast asleep,” he said in a deep husky voice.

The accent. That's the same voice at the auction! He is my buyer.

“I… I…” I didn't know what to say to him.

He moved closer towards me.

“I don't want us to start off wrongly. Why didn't you have your meal?” He asked.

“I didn't want to.” I managed to answer despite his intimidating presence. His aura was cold as hell.

“You are mine Camila, don't ever defile my orders.” His words were slow, straight and hurtful.

He was a lot closer to me now. I could see his face a little more clearly. His eyes were dark, his nose straight, his lips were thin and pink, and his black hair was styled perfectly, he was goddamn beautiful.

“Eva is gonna bring you another meal,” he said, turning away from me and exiting the room.

I stood frozen; lost of what to do… I might have refused Eva, but I don't think my owner is someone to be tampered with.