Maya's POV
"Aren't you hungry?" Maestro asks me, curling my hair in his hand.
We were in his infamous room, and the atmosphere was light. He was calm now, and I was seated on his lap while he toyed with me.
I stayed still, and when he got tired of playing with my hair, he left me to the shower.
As hard as it was to believe, he didn't change, nor did his excellent ingenuine treatment towards me; he even brought me gifts and didn't pass on an opportunity to touch me.
I was accustomed to being treated well in exchange for my complete submission. He still hadn't made a move to get intimate with me since that first day, but I knew he wanted to; I could see it in his eyes each time I was undressed and when I had clothes on.
It made me remember the goon's conversations. They were right; this was an obsession. The yearn to own and control. With him this way, it was going to be hard to leave.
It's been a week, and throughout that week, I haven't seen Sir Derinem. That was because I was
