I will train you how to be obedient

Warm yellow rays wafting through the window fell on the person sleeping on the bed. Her calm gasping changed into a groan as the beam fell on her face. She tried to shift her face by moving her body to the other side but felt a throbbing pain in her waist as she was about to turn.

She had no intention of opening her eyes, but still, the pain and the glares of the bright sun compelled her to open them. Her hazel eyes slowly opened but were immediately shut because it was too bright to look at. Just then she heard curtains move, dimming the brightness. 

Her hazel eyes were now sharply opened and found unknown surroundings.

'This is not her home, then where is she?' it worked as horror in her mind. Immediately she rushed to sit up and the pain in her waist doubled. 

"Ah! My waist," Isabella groaned and caressed the place. Just then, an unknown voice made her heart leap. 

"You are thinking about your waist when you almost lost your life last night.  Why are you so desperate to party at a bar, when you can't cope with that atmosphere?" the voice was like a storm, building its momentum, giving a strong warning that the next time the storm will destroy everything on its path. 

Isabella's eyes followed the voice and found, at a good distance there was a man,  sitting on a sofa and smoking. His one leg rested on the other, and the leisurely posture gave him a charismatic vibe. 

The man gave her a familiar feeling because he was smoking the same way as that man she saw in the bar. As the smoke dispersed, the face become clear in front of Isabella's eyes and got a clear vision of the man.

He was wearing a white shirt and jeans while he stubbed the cigarette head on the ashtray. The shirt was loosened to his chest, causing his chest tattoo visible. 

His chiseled jaw and Adam's apple qualified his look more. Those sharp purple eyes were so intense and had the power to gobble a lot of souls at one time, as she felt. His combed hair gave him a fresh and noble look with sexual touch. 

"No no, this man is so familiar. Those purple eyes and the structure of his jaw just can't be her eye's mistake," Isabella battled in her thoughts. Her gut said, he was the same man but she felt too tired to push her brain. 

"Whatever!" whispered Isabella. It's the perfect word that could shrug anything off your shoulder.

All these things aside, she didn't have time to be mesmerized by a man. She felt restless, thinking about her dad. He must have been sweating in tension, getting no call from her.

"Who are you and why am I here?" Isabella inquired. The last thing she remembered was that someone help her out of the car.

"It doesn't matter who am I. The matter is you are alive because of me. Now get up from the bed and get out," the man harshly spoke to Isabella, who did not know why this man was speaking so rudely but it could be possible that she stayed in his room one night and created a nuisance.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life and I am leaving," Isabella softly answered and got down from the bed, but slowly. Her sudden move doubled the pain in her waist.

"Before leaving the room, change your cloth. I don't want any trouble outside," the man again ordered and pointed to the red dress on the table.

"Sir, I am alright in this dress. There will be no trouble. I am calling Uber and I will run. Your family member won't notice me," Isabella politely refused because she couldn't afford another help from him.

And she was about to call the Uber. Suddenly she recognized she had lost her phone last night, and dang! How will she call now?

"You are so clever. Huh! We are in a hotel room and you look like a murderer. First, change your cloth and I have your phone," the man said with a stern voice and Isabella's disobedience irritated him.

"What! you have? Please give me my phone first. I want to call my father," Isabella approached him with swift steps and stopped right in front of his face.

"Disgusting! You smell like old blood. Just stay away from me, if you want your phone, then quickly change your clothes," the man again roughly scolded her, treating her like a beggar, and he walked away from her to the balcony.

Isabella looked at the man's back and felt like he hated her. And what more can she expect, when he saved her life, more than that she stayed in his room also he brought cloth for her. And it must be a presidential suite because at first, she thought it was his house. Looking at the room, anyone could tell that he must be a rich business tycoon.

Isabella, with her slow steps, reached the table. The dress was pretty, with balloon sleeves. The material was soft too, but there was no tag on the dress, so she didn't understand whether it was new or used. Although she has no problem if he brought someone else's cloth. Grabbing the dress from the table, she looked back first at the man before going to the bathroom.

The gold tub invited her but remembering the distaste face of that man, Isabella restrained herself. She washed her face, checking her body at the same time because she remembered a rod that had gone into her leg. But why can't she see any spots or any blood on her leg?

"Strange! My forehead was bleeding. I remember correctly. Where have they all gone? 

Ugh! Whatever. As that rude man said, I am alive, and that matters," Isabella muttered to herself and quickly dressed what the man had brought. Fortunately, it fitted her well. It was a knee-length frock and comfortable. Nevertheless, her body was stinking. She desperately wanted to take a bath, but she was afraid that the man would get angry if she did not leave her room early.

That's when her eyes caught a small roll-on near the mirror where she had been standing and inspecting herself. She took it, but with it, there was a letter and a ring dropped on the floor. She didn't want to open it, but the ring had fallen from inside it. So if she had to put the ring back, she had to open the letter.

As she touched the letter, she felt that the paper was hard, as if the paper had dried up by something. When she opened it to put back the ring, her hand quivered, and it fell on the floor again.

"The letter is written in blood," Isabella mumbled, her back touching the bathroom wall and her eyes grew in shock.

She again picked up the letter from the floor and opened it. The first line was, "Alexander, I am crazy about you. It is really painful when you ignore me this way. I know we made a contract but I've fallen for you, which I can't control. Can you please give our relationship a chance? I will be your pet your servant anything, just love me, Alexander."

There was more, but Isabella couldn't read anymore. She could feel the pain just by reading. It was from Jenny Kostova, whom she saw last night begging a man. And the same man saved her. Now she understood why he was acting so rudely who didn't know how to treat his girlfriend? How could he respect another woman?

"A horrible man," Isabella settled everything in their places and opened the door. Her gaze snagged the man who was doing something on the laptop. Now she loathed this man's face. Yes, a caring man is thousands of times better than a handsome, rich man. As she was about to ask for her phone, she heard her phone ring. She saw her phone was on a desk with a lot of books.

Now there was no need to talk with this man. Reaching the desk, she picked up her phone and saw her father's image on the screen but didn't receive the call in front of him, just glared one last time and walked out of his presidential suite.

And the door shut with a loud bang. Alexander lifted his brow in annoyance and looked at the door. His forehead wrinkled in anger. First, she didn't talk before leaving and dared to close the door this way. He shoved the laptop onto the floor in anger and stood up. His steps moved to the window to watch someone. The curtain, which was drawn closed, was now removed with one pull.

Both hands were placed on either side of the window and his eyes followed the woman, who has just hailed a cab and disappeared from his sight.

One hand slipped into his jeans pocket and pulled a cigarette out, then started smoking again, looking outside. He didn't need to hold the cigarette, it was inside his mouth and puffing while his hand ruffled his hair. Tilting his head back slightly, he closed his eyes, anger was visible. 

The next second he opened them in a jiffy, and mysteriously his eyes were red, then turned back purple again.

"We'll meet again. And I will train you how to be obedient."

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