NATALIA
True to his word, Matthew shows up again later. Thankfully, he is at least dressed. I remain huddled on the small bed, sheet covering my legs and waist, protecting me as much as it can. I stare, waiting for his words to demand my obedience, but he strides right over to the bed, yanking my only protective barrier straight from my body. I yelp, scurrying back away from him.
I want to be strong, but dammit, I am terrified of his touch.
I take a deep breath. I planned for this. I know how to handle this situation. I can do this; just play the scared, desperate little girl. It isn’t that far of a leap from the truth.
“Wait!” I throw my hands on front of me. “Just give me a couple of days. Please!” I beg.
“We need to get working on my heirs as soon as possible,” he retorts.
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