22: Humiliated

ASHLEY

The car is as silent as a graveyard, so much that even the sound of the outside world seems to dim into the night, or maybe I was just the one that felt that way. But that is the only thing I can compare to the situation I am in right now.

A door is opened and the man at the front walks out, which leads me to believe the car has stopped. I glance at Luca through my peripheral and he is staring straight ahead.

He hasn’t said or done anything since he more or less dragged me out of the hotel and to this car, he hoisted me up over his shoulder like he did earlier as though I'm some sort of weightless baggage.

I mean I know I’m not that big but he makes me look like a doll, not even a child, a doll!

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven,”

It takes me a minute to register that he is talking to me, and since I have mentioned times without number how he is not the boss of me, I don’t just nod my head like everyone seems to do when he opens his mouth and spews out commands.

I consider my