Dolce and Gabbana

Elizabeth’s POV

Slapping my head mentally, I regain my senses and start to follow Moana into the room. It’s so huge and gorgeous.

I have to admit, this man is indeed damn rich, because why not?

“If you need anything else, please let us know.” Moana smiles politely at me.

I tear my gaze away from the queen size bed that’s right in the middle of the room and look at her.

“Nothi—” I’m about to reply when I hear my stomach growl loudly.

My face flush with embarrassment and I bite on the corner of my bottom lip.

I don’t blame my poor stomach, I haven’t had any proper meal since morning.

“What would you like to eat?” Moana asks, smiling politely.

She heard my stomach growl. Even the deaf would have heard it.

I return her smile with an awkward one, slightly gritting my teeth in embarrassment. “Anything will do.”

She nods her head knowingly. “We’ll be right back.”

I smile thankfully as I watch her and the two other maids walk out.

After the last one closes the door behind them, I heave a sigh of relief.

Finally, I have some privacy for myself. But first, I need a hot bath. My body aches all over, and I feel so dirty and sticky from being locked inside that damn trunk.

I walk over to the door and lock it. Scanning my eyes around in search of a towel, my gaze lands on a large mirror a few feet behind the bed.

Furrowing my brows, I shuffle my feet closer to it.

This is so big.

I place my hand on the mirror and retract it immediately, flinching as I notice something unusual. The mirror is actually moving in slightly.

Huh? Curiously, I raise my hand and push it further, peeping in to see what’s behind it.

My jaw almost touches the ground at once. It’s a walk-in closet. A very big one. I take my steps carefully and begin to walk in, taking in every bit of detail.

There are dresses, wristwatches, designer bags, shoes, underwear—Fendi, Gucci, Louis Vutton, Dolce and Gabbana, Versace—name it!

There’s absolutely nothing missing here. There’s nothing a girl can possibly want that isn’t in here.

This man is a chronic pervert! So, I’m not the first person he’ll be kidnapping—‘cause what’s with the female clothes?!!

Does he do this often?!

Now, I’m confused. Who exactly is this man? What does he want with me?

I catch sight of the bathrobe and I’m reminded I need to take my bath.

I take a robe off the hanger and head to the bathroom. Even the bathroom is no exception from beauty—it looks marvelous, classy, and beautiful. The bath is sparkling. It looks so tempting, I can’t wait to soak myself in it. I can sleep here all dayyyy.

I let the water run while I strip my clothes off. Gently, I sink in, relaxing my sore hard muscles. I remain this way for a couple of minutes before I begin to scrub my body clean.

After having a satisfying thorough bath, I dry up my body, slip out of the bathroom, and walk back into the closet.

Thankfully, there are big tees and pants also. I pick up a black tee and a wine pair of pants and put them on before walking out of the closet.

Soon, I hear a soft knock on the door.

Right on time.

Beaming with a smile, I unlock the door. I stand to the side and watch the maids walk in with my dinner.

I love food. I’m obsessed.

The aroma from the Mac and Cheese fills my lungs and I just can’t wait to dig in.

“I hope you like it, ma’am?—since it’s very late—”

“I love et.” I don’t let Moana finish before I cut in.

She smiles, “I’m glad.”

“Alexa here will wait at the door until you’re done,”

I grimace. “Oh, no. I can help myself. I’ll find my way to the kitchen.”

I hate being waited upon. Ew.

Moana licks a corner of her mouth hesitantly.

I know she wants to protest, but I insist. “Please.”

“There’s no problem, then.” She smiles. “Good night, ma’am.”

“It’s Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzy if you find Elizabeth way too long.”

She should stop calling me ma’am. Ew.

She actually looks like someone who’s around the same age as me. She definitely is.

She purses her lips as her gaze lands on my face, briefly. She nods politely and walks out of the room with the remaining two maids who also wish me goodnight.

And yet again, I’m left all by myself. Yay!

I scurry over to the bed and pick the plate from the tray, inhaling the aroma satisfactorily.

Without further ado, I dig in. And I soon lick the plate clean.

Now, I’m too tired to even return the ceramic bowl to the kitchen. I guess I’ll return it tomorrow morning. Very early tomorrow morning.

Placing the bowl back in the tray, I carry the tray and place it on the bedside table. “Sleep here tonight.” I grin.

Flexing my shoulders, I fling my body on the bed and instantly fall in love with it.

“Damn, you’re so soft. Will you marry me, bed?” I murmur sleepily, yawning.

My mind trails off to Ethan; he’s probably asleep already, that perv.

I frown. Pervert.

***

Early the following morning, my eyes squint open and I see that I unconsciously wrapped the bed covers around my body in the middle of night. It must have been super cold for me to have done that, ‘cause I don’t sleep with covers on. I’m way too lazy to pull the covers on all the time.

I glance over at the tray and click my tongue.

“Time to take you back, I hope you two slept well.” I spring to my feet and carry the tray from the table.