Chapter 3
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Feeling too comfortable, I turn on my side which seems more comfortable. Opening my eyes a bit and closing them again, when I feel tiredness running through my veins. Only heavens can explain how tired, but comfortable I am right now.
Finally pushing my lazy self off the fluffy surface I'm laid on, I open my eyes after hitting the floor with a loud thud. My bare skin coming into contact with the cold floor, reminding me of two things.
One, this isn't the hospital seat, where I sleep almost everyday and two, memories of Mr. Rucci, my Dom, commanding me to sit on the cold tiled floor strikes through my memory. Making me get off the floor, only to fall back on the mattress when I feel the soreness within my core.
"Just how sore I am that I can't even walk?" I ask myself, staring at the golden ceiling with a beautiful chandelier hanging on it.
"Very sore. You should have told me you were virgin, it wouldn't have happened the way it happened yesterday." His husky voice speaks, startling me as I quickly cover my naked self with the comforter.
"How would it have happened? I wasn't even given a chance to speak. You started commanding as soon as I stepped in." I say, sitting up with the comforter still covering me.
"It's what I do, I command, make the rules and that's why you should have read the contract before signing it. Wash up and come downstairs, you need to get everything you need. You are moving in with me." He finishes.
I can't move in with him, what happens to my father who I am doing all this for? I must see my father daily, he is the only family left and he is in a vegetative state.
"I can't move in with you, we can conclude on days I will come. I will be at your service whenever you need me." I suggest and he stands up from where he was seated on the sofa across the bedroom. Walking towards me.
"Gabrielle Amonte, it is number five on the contract you signed that you are to move in. Any breach to any of the contract rules will lead to your money being cut badly." He says, making me flinch.
I should have read through, but I was scared of reading it and not being able to sign and that's why I signed without reading, but now. I don't care about the money being cut woefully as long as it pays for the first surgery. I can't leave without my dad, I promised my mom that I will always be with dad.
"You can cut the money, I won't move in. I have got a life of my own outside this Dom and Sub thing." I say, standing up. Ignoring the soreness I feel as I walk.
"The money will be useless, it won't even be enough to pay for your dad's surgery." He says, his voice coming out cool as he sits back in is previous position on the sofa. Making my feet stay still.
I didn't mention my dad to him. I didn't even tell anyone why I am doing this. How did he know?
"How... How did you know? You have me watched or you checked everything about me, including my background, everything?" I ask, tears slipping down my face.
I don't even know why I am crying.
"Yes." He answers, digging out his phone from his pocket and tapping it.
"It's not fair!" I shout.
"I should have the woman who would be mine for six months checked. I have to be sure she has no criminal records." He finishes and I shake my head angrily.
"It still doesn't justify you to check everything about me. You could have just asked me."
"Miss. Amonte, no criminal would be asked if he or she ever committed a crime and he or she would admit to it. Did you expect me to ask you if you have ever been involved in any form of crime? C'mon no." He says, his jaw clenching and I sigh in defeat. Right.
"Can you reconsider me living with you?" I ask and he looks up at me.
"No, you are moving in and that's final. I will have your dad moved to a private hospital and have his surgery done soon, the only thing you have to do is stick to my rules and remember, I didn't force you into anything. You agreed to all by yourself." He says, standing up.
"And get ready in fifteen minutes, the kitchen head has your meal served. If you need someone to help you wash up, I will call you the maid." He adds, pointing to a door which of course must be the bathroom.
"No, I will wash up myself and thanks for helping my dad." I whisper.
"You shouldn't thank me, you are offering your body to me for six months. When you are back from the mall, come to my study to discuss the contract again." He says and walk out. Leaving a sore me.
Walking into the bathroom. I stand still, gawking at everything in the bathroom and finally sitting on the edge of the bath. I run my hand on it.
"There's something called luxury afterall, it's not meant for movies." I whisper, still running my hands on the bath as I look around the bathroom which seems to be my whole house.
Turning off the faucet, I step into the bath and deep myself completely into the soapy water, leaving just my head out. I let thoughts run through my mind.
He actually washed me after everything, is he like that to all his past sub? The only thing is, his asshole self never said he was sorry or anything.
~it's not like he forced you or anything, you surrendered yourself to him. Don't expect a sorry~ my inner mind says.
"Whatever! But maybe the reporters were wrong when they said he is one the top ten richest men in the world without a heart."
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