ANNABELLE’S POV
Back home, I slept almost immediately as my whole body trembled.
Waking up the next morning, Miriam had questions for me. And I couldn't answer because I was afraid and confused.
I had almost lost my life, I gulped down the third glass of water in a space of one hour.
“You never told me there's a tank in your abdomen,” Miriam joked and I glared at her. She didn’t know what I had been through, honestly I thought I wouldn't be back to see my child.
“Okay, something happened and you aren't saying anything Belle. Talk to me.” she urged.
Curiosity was evident on her face but I couldn't tell her anything. She'd be dead if she uttered the slightest information about it.
“Nothing Miriam, I was honestly tired. I love the job and yes I made sure the Villa was clean.” She squinted her gaze and I wondered if I had uttered a believable lie. One thing I was terrible at,was lying. She nodded and I heaved a sigh of relief before turning towards Michael who was focused on his toys.
“Let's make some breakfast shall we? you know we don't want to go late for today's cleaning.” After the life threatening experience yesterday, I knew I shouldn't be talking about cleaning but I had no choice.
I quickly made some toast bread while Miriam prepared tea. It took just 10 minutes to prepare breakfast because of the power of teamwork and we ate almost immediately.
He ordered me to return today if I wanted my life and that of my son in one piece and I couldn't do otherwise. Miriam was curious. She was wondering why I insisted on cleaning the same house and I lied the owner promised a hefty sum.
We went out separate ways and I glanced at those familiar gates which I wouldn't have had the luxury to walk out through if I had died the previous day.
His men who were present when he committed the atrocities, glanced at me with what seemed like unanswered questions in their eyes. I bet they were wondering why their boss spared my life, Lo and behold, the same was running through my mind.
I proceeded to do the job that paid me, avoiding the one hell of a room. The door was locked this time around and I thanked my stars.
It remained the second master bedroom. I had been avoiding it as I didn't know the mystery that could be waiting for me but with great hesitation, I finally stepped in. I increased my pace, wanting to round it up as fast as possible. It seemed like the monster wasn't around and I didn't want to have an encounter with him. I got so exhausted and decided to sit on the bed for a few minutes but I drifted off to sleep unknowingly.
“Get off my bed!!” That demonic voice echoed in my head and I stumbled off the bed, glancing towards the bathroom door he had just stepped out from but he shamelessly dropped his towel, revealing his glorious member.
It was huge as hell, his body was well built but the numerous scars made fear grip my heart. I dreamt off running my fingers across his torso but shut my eyes tightly, burning with embarrassment.
“Are you done feasting on my body?” He asked and my face reddened. Honestly, I wished the ground could open up and hide my shame. “I– I am—I am sorry, I'll take my leave now, " I muttered, unable to form a reasonable statement.
I turned around and tried to get hold of the mop I had been using to clean but he held my arm and drew me closer to his body. I gulped, feeling the size of his uncovered member pressed against me and he flashed me his signature mischievous smirk.
I tried to wiggle out of his grip but all my efforts were abortive. What was I thinking? My strength was no match for him.
“Where do you think you are going after sprawling seductively on my bed? What were you dreaming about? A steamy moment with me?” I asked, leaning closer as his breath tickled my neck.
“You hope so, but I never will.” I muttered inwardly, too scared to voice it out to his hearing.
“Don't you like what you see?” He asked, peering deeply into my eyes and I gazed away. I didn't want to look at those grey eyes. I could get lost in them, just like I was at the airport and we could be on the bed very soon, which I was trying to avoid.
“Please let me go, Mr. Mark.” I pleaded and he glared at me.
His fingers brushed against my lips and I tried to move away but his eyes commanded me to stop. My body was following his every command, like he owned me.
“Remember I told you to drop formalities when we are alone?” He asked and I recalled he had mentioned that yesterday.
It was true he asked me to but I was as stubborn as a mole. “Tell me Anabelle Villarreal, why did you disobey my words?” He asked, and I glared at him, how did he know my surname? I have never told him my surname, I only told him my name as I didn't want him to find out about my past.
“The famous surgeon, but now look at you. You ain't one right now, am I correct?” His words angered me and I tried to push him away, he must have looked through my profile. Why wouldn't he? after we made a deal.
This man was very dangerous, and I needed to be careful. ‘This was the same man that called me disgusting and pushed me like I was nothing.’ I reminded myself so I could jolt back from my world of fantasy.
“Why did you look through my profile? I know we had a deal but I was gonna tell you after signing the contract,” a
I said, my voice no longer soft or shy. Anger and hatred were sipping in but the next moment, he lifted me on his shoulder like a sack of grain, with just his left arm.
‘Don't I look heavy?’ I asked myself, trying to break free from his hold.
He placed me on the bed with a wry smirk on his face, hovering over me. “If it were to be other ladies, they would have been striping obediently by now but look at you, lying clueless.”
“I'm not like them, You better get away from me, bastard!” I screamed in anger, letting my primal instincts control my sense of reasoning and there, at least the formalities have stopped. He left me and took a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He locked the door and disappeared into his closet, leaving me in a state of fright and befuddlement.
I facepalmed myself. ‘don't tell me I said something wrong. Will he kill me?’ I wondered inwardly as I waited for him to show up and let me go. Surprisingly, he came out fully dressed.
“Meet me in the living room,” He ordered and opened the door before waking out. I got out of bed and took sluggish steps towards the living room where he was already drinking wine.
“Why was I even worried?” I asked myself, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Sit.” His cold voice sounded and I obeyed this time around to avoid overpaying my cards.
“Now, start talking,” he ordered and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and gosh!! he looked heavenly, it was as if this man came out from a fantasy world.
Instead of speaking as he ordered, I was drooling over him in admiration of his facial features which was the only good thing about this man.
“It looks like you can't get enough of me, do you want more?” He asked and my cheeks went all red, and I turned away, clearing my throat.
