EricaI barged through his office door, slamming the door against the wall that the loud bang from the impact echoed through the room. I absently noticed how calmly he looked up at me unlike yesterday when he had snapped at me and looked almost startled. But now, he just arched a brow at me and waited as I marched to his desk and threw the bundled up dress at him.“What is it with you wanting to dress me in these shreds of fabric?!!” I snapped at him.He lifted the dress from his chest and said, “Last I checked it was really a sexy dress.”I narrowed my eyes at him and gritted out, “This is not funny.”“I am not laughing.”“I am not going to wear this.”He didn’t shrug but it was implied as he said, “I do not have any problem in taking you with me in just your lingerie or better yet nakéd if you wish. I’d personally prefer the latter.”“I am not going anywhere with you.” I crossed my arms across my chest as I glared at him.Even seated he looked like he was the one looking down at me
EricaIt took close to an hour when they finished with my makeup and hair. One of them held out the tube of red lipstick for final touch up.As I stood there taking in my reflection in the mirror, I tried to shrug off the tension coiling in my muscles. But it seemed that Antonio was hell bent on keeping me bare for the public eyes since he had brought me here. Before him, I had never worn anything like this. I preferred my full sleeved hoodies and loose pajamas, and if occasion called then something that would be socially acceptable but not these clothes that shouldn't be titled such. These looked something for someone who was proud of her body or confident in showing it off, I wasn’t either of those.There was a soft knock on the bedroom door, making me jerk. But my shoulders went down when I saw it was just Ephraim. The feeling that went through me was half relief and half disappointment like I was hoping to see someone else. I shrugged that thought off and turned to face him.Ephra
EricaThe journey in the chopper had been silent with headphones on our heads and it continued to be so when we got in the limo to reach the venue of the party we were attending.As I sat on the opposite side of him, my mind flashed back to the time when he had picked me up from my dorm. That day felt so long ago. Almost like decades. That day I hadn't been nervous or clad in a dress that showed more skin than it hid. That day, he hadn't been such a brute or maybe he had been and I had refused to see because of my attraction. I should've learned since then but that attraction still plagued me and now it was accompanied with unwanted, foreign feelings that make me question my own sanity.Unable to take the silence anymore and feeling a little nervous after what he had shared with me about the kind of people that would be attending the party we were going to, I asked, “What will it be like?”He slipped his phone in his pocket and regarded me with his golden gaze. I curled my toes in my
AntonioI have never brought a woman with me to any event I had attended until now. Never even entertained the idea. And even as I had ordered Ephraim to arrange for the makeup artist and then the dress that I had myself selected which she hadn't liked much, there was this niggling doubt at the back of my mind that if I really wanted to change that. Now looking at her in that dress, I wondered if I should've left her behind, caged in my castle instead of letting all the men inside the mansion look at her. But wasn't that the very reason to bring her here, to let the men know what I have. When Ephraim had asked me about the reason for bringing her here, I had told him that it was just a strategic move to let the people know what happens when they cross me and to let Erica know how not even a president was above me. But now as she stood beside me in that skimpy dress and I thought about the men waiting on the other side of those double doors, it made me pause a bit. If she had given me
EricaI could feel eyes on me from all around the room. Even when they weren’t looking, it felt like their eyes were stripping me off the non existent dress I was wearing. But then slowly that awareness disappeared with his heavy, warm hand at my back. His big palm was splayed across my naked back and all my senses were focused on that simple touch. I also noticed how men looked at me with blatant curious gazes mixed with lust but soon that would turn into disregard when those eyes would see the man standing beside me. As if they couldn’t insult him by looking at me for too long and yet there was interest in the quiet murmurs that followed us.I realised Antonio wasn’t lying when he had said that no one would dare to touch me with him by my side and this in itself felt like a power someone handed to me. I wasn’t a woman who got easily impressed but in this instance I felt a certain amount of appeal that this man held enough power that I could’ve been standing here in a set of lingerie
EricaI took a sip of my drink, marvelling at the soothing burn of the scotch. I didn't say anything as I regarded the woman standing in front of me. With a huff, that wasn’t audible, but delicate like her, she said, “I don't know who you are and why you’re here with him. Maybe, you're a new thing he is interested in at the moment but..” Stepping closer, she said, “Don't entertain any idea of being any longer at his side. That spot is reserved for me.”“And yet you're not the one standing by his side tonight.” I remarked.Her nostrils flared. She smiled and said, “From where I’m standing, it isn't you either.” I followed her gaze and sure enough there was another woman now talking to him, touching his arm like a lost lover. “Do you know he has particular tastes?” Nicole’s voice was soft as she said that. “He likes his woman to submit to him in every way possible.”I snorted. “Yeah. And he can obviously have those.” I purposely looked down at her even though she was taller than me. She
Erica“Jeremiah Sokolov.” He introduced himself in his deep voice with a hint of accent that wasn’t there before.But it was not needed as his last name already registered in my mind and I stared at him for a moment, before stating. “You are a Russian.”He smiled, like he was proud of being recognised as one. “Please to meet you.”“Do these people know you are here? Because if you are Russian and you are in this party you can’t be an ordinary Russian. You must be someone important.”“I am starting to see why he brought you with him tonight.” He murmured, his grey eyes taking me in as if seeing me for the first time. “But to answer your questions. Yes, the hosts know I’m here. They invited me. And,” he leaned closer and whispered, “I am the head of the Sokolov family. The bratva.” If it was even possible his voice dropped even further to a caress as he said, “That makes me his enemy and you know what they say about the enemy of my enemy.”“A friend.” I finished on a whisper as a slithe
Erica“Excuse me, this room is occupied.” I said, wanting him to leave, hoping that he had mistakenly entered but I knew it wasn’t a mistake. I should've listened to what my instincts were telling me. I shouldn't have come here. And when I made the mistake of following Jeremiah, I should've returned back immediately.The man entered further into the room. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. I shifted to the side, putting the sofa between him and myself. “The party is down the hall.”He shook his head as he kept coming toward me. With a nervous flutter, I rounded the sofa. He chuckled and I could hear the chill behind it. He said, “I am not here to attend the party, sweetheart. I am here for you.”I didn't stop to think as I ran.But he was fast. His hand wrapped around my hair as he pulled me back and in the next instant he snatched the mask off my face. “Ahh... Look at all that flawless face and body, not a mark in sight. You haven't been suffering like he said you wil