The Don’s Desire

LOVELY COUPLE MY A*S

Mia's Point Of View

~ The Next Morning

When I woke up, I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. The shower was running, so I knew the kidnapper was in the bathroom. Last night, I wasn't sure what time I fell asleep.

After he listed his rules, I climbed into the huge king-size bed and pretended to be asleep, so he wouldn't talk to me.

While I was pretending to sleep, I fell asleep without knowing. I looked at the clock on his side of the bed and saw that it was 7:30 a.m. The bathroom door opened, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

A drawer opened, and I peeked to see my kidnapper standing in front of the dresser with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes widened when I saw the scars on his back.

He turned around slowly and noticed that there was one on his chest as well. I clenched my eyes shut when he dropped the towel to pull on his boxer briefs. He shuffled around for about 2 more minutes before he spoke.

"I know you're awake. You have 20 minutes to get cleaned up and get dressed," He said to me.

He pulled the covers from my body and I sighed before opening my eyes. "I didn't get much sleep last night," I complained.

He didn't say anything at all, and I got off the bed, walking to the dresser that was now mine. I looked through the drawers, and then I finally found the dress that he told me about.

It was a white dress with pink flowers and green leaves, on it. I measured it against my body, and it stopped a little above my knees.

Honestly, it is a cute dress. I grabbed a set of undergarments and then walked into the bathroom. Last night, I had to sleep in his shirt and put on the robe after I showered. I didn't want to flash him while I slept.

After I finished taking a shower, I dried my body thoroughly before I put on my clothes along with deodorant and perfume. I looked at my hair in the mirror and it looked crazy.

Opening the drawer on my side of the sink, I saw combs and hairbrushes. Okay, that's good. I dampened my hair a little bit before I started brushing through my curls, and then I tied my hair up in a messy bun, leaving a few strands hanging down my face.

There was a bang on the bathroom door and I jumped.

"I told you 20 minutes. You have been in there for almost 45!" Sebastian said as he continuously banged on the door. I opened the door and sighed.

Asshole!

"I need lotion," I muttered. He sighed.

"Sit down on the couch," He commanded before turning and walking over to my dresser.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the couch. He came back shortly with a pair of white sandals, and he stooped before me.

"W-what are you doing?" I stammered as he lifted one of my feet onto his knee.

He squirted some of the lotion in his hand and started to rub it on my leg.

I looked around the room, trying not to make eye contact. His hands felt so good against my skin and for some reason, I started to relax while he was rubbing my thigh down to the heel of my foot. He did the other leg, and then he started to do my arms.

After he was done, he laced both sandals on the floor for me to put them on. I slid my feet inside, and then he held his hand out for me to take. f**k no. I frowned and stood up by myself.

As we left the bedroom, he walked ahead of me, and I was just now realizing his attire.

He is wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of black jeans with Alexander Mcqueen sneakers.

When we got to the top of the stairs, he stopped walking and held his hand out for me to take. What the f**k does he think this is? I am not holding his hand, especially after he kidnapped me. I went to walk down the stairs when he grabbed me by the back of my neck, hauling me around to face him.

My heart dropped into my stomach and I gasped in shock. "What the f**k did I say about defying my orders? Hmm? Do you think this is a f*****g game?" He gritted out, angrily.

My eyes stared into his and for some reason, they pricked with tears. "I'm sorry," I pouted unintentionally, looking away from him.

"I told you, I won't hurt you but if you keep f*****g around with me, I will change my mind," He said, releasing me harshly.

My bottom lip trembled and I bit down on it. Looking away from him, I started to sob.

This is too much for me to handle. I didn't want any of this, and here comes this man, just snatching me up from off the street and taking me as if I were his. I missed my family and I wanted to go home. My hand went over my mouth to stifle my cries, but it didn't work at all.

I hate this. I hate this man. Every bone in my body hates him even more because he had me crying in front of him for the umpteenth time since we met. My stomach became weak, and I walked back to the bedroom, ignoring his calls for me.

The moment I saw the bed, I fell down on top of it and started sobbing. God knows this isn't what I want, and I didn't deserve this. I did nothing to be treated like this.

"Mia, what are you doing?" Sebastian asked me. I sat up and turned to him.

"Can you please take me home? Please?" I pleaded. He walked over to me and sighed.

"This is your home now." He straightened his shoulder and I cried harder.

I watched as his jaw ticked and I wiped my eyes.

"Please? I promise not to say anything," I promised in a pleading tone.

"As I said, I am your everything and I will keep you safe and make sure your family is safe and financially stable. I know this isn't what you think you want, but it will get better with time. Just trust me, and as long as you are on your best behavior, I will take you to visit your family. Now, I want you to pull yourself together and clean up your act. Follow my lead and make sure you don't step out of line," He said to me. I frowned as warm tears rolled down my cheeks.

Standing up, I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I cleaned up my face a bit and then opened the drawer to put on a light makeup.

Maybe this was it. If I let him trust me, he will let me go home. He will trust me enough to leave.

When I finished with my makeup, I smiled small at my appearance. I looked more awake now, and the puffy eyes weren't noticeable. I walked out of the bathroom and Sebastian was texting away on his phone.

"I'm ready now," I told him, softly. He motioned for me to come over to him, so I did.

"I forgot to give you something," He said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a black velvet ring box. He opened it and there was a beautiful ring inside.

My breath caught in the back of my throat as I stared at it. I looked up at him, and he had an expressionless look on his face, and just like that, I was back to seeing him as my kidnapper.

He took the ring from the box and grabbed my left hand, sliding it onto my ring finger. When I thought he would stop there, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

My stomach suddenly filled with butterflies and my cheeks grew warm.

No.

Fuck NO!

"Can we go now?" I asked him.

"Sure, I hope the breakfast isn't cold because we are 45 minutes late," He said, setting the ring box down on the dresser before he pulled me out of the room.

"Can you not pull me like that again?" I asked, stopping as we were about to walk down the stairs. He looked down at me.

"Elaborate," He muttered. I bit down on my bottom lip before I sighed.

"Earlier, when you grabbed me after I refused to go down the stairs while holding your hand. I didn't like it," I told him.

"Next time, you do as I say. I promised to be the best I can be if you do your part, but make no mistake, you won't f**k this up for me. I will kill you myself," He stated, calmly.

His face held a look that made me swallow hard. "Okay," I muttered, dropping my head.

"But, while you cooperate we'll have a decent relationship. The last thing I want to do is hurt you so don't force my hand," He said, tilting my chin up.

I nodded and he took my hand into his, bringing it to his lips, and kissed my palm. Heat rushed to my cheeks before he laced his fingers through mine. A chill ran down my spine and the tips of my ears grew warm.

He started making his way down the stairs, and he didn't let go of my hand as we made our way into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Sir. Ma'am," A girl greeted with a nervous smile. She was dressed in a black and white maid uniform.

"Good morning, and you can call me Mia," I told her.

"Stasia, this is my fiancée, Mia. I expect you and the entire staff to treat her with respect and make her whatever it is she needs. I don't want anyone gossiping about her because you won't like the outcome. Now, shall we have breakfast?" He asked. Stasia nodded stiffly before she led us to the dining room.

Sebastian pulled out a chair for me to sit down, and then he sat down next to me. I looked at the sliced fruits on the table along with the empty plates before us.

My hands stayed folded on my lap, and Stasia walked into the room shortly after, setting down a tray with eggs and toast.

Dinner was good last night and these eggs looked well-seasoned. Sebastian leaned back into his chair, watching me closely, just as Stasia left the room and a younger girl walked in, carrying a fancy teapot. She poured some into my cup and then went over to pour into Sebastian's cup.

While she was pouring his tea, she was stealing glances at him while he was staring at me. Neither of them was aware that the cup was overflowing. Sebastian hissed and looked down. The maid's eyes widened, and she quickly started apologizing.

"Are you a f*****g i***t, Maize?!" He yelled at her, causing both the girl and me to jump.

"Sir, I'm... Oh. I am so sorry. Forgive me," Maize pleaded. Sebastian looked at me and then back at her.

"You're fired," He told her.

"But it was a mistake," I spoke up. Sebastian and Maize looked at me.

"She spilled the hot tea on me because she couldn't take her eyes off me, Mia. She is fired, end of discussion," He stated.

"That's very uncalled for because mistakes happen," I said, looking away from him.

"You're fired, Maize. Get out of my sight and I want you packed up in an hour," He stated before walking off. Maize left the room and then Stasia walked in.

"Trust me, it's for the best. She is practically in love with him," Stasia said to me.

"Oh, I didn't know that," I said. She shrugged.

"For the record, you guys make a lovely couple," She told me with a smile.

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling. She nodded and left the room.

Lovely couple, my ass.

Your boss is a kidnapper!

Sebastian returned, now wearing a pair of black jeans that are ripped all over with a black and white stripe button-up short-sleeve, shirt. He looked so handsome.

"Let us eat so that we can go," He said to me. I nodded as he started to share the food on my plate.

How sweet of him. NOT!

I hate him.