20. Locked

Catalina’s POV

After getting a call, he kissed my forehead and said, "I have to go." I just scowled and felt like there was something wrong with me. I want him, but every time I want him in bed, something terrible happens.

“Miss Catalina, your bathtub is ready.” The maid said.

With a subtle nod of my head, I make my way toward the bathroom, eager to unwind and release the tension that has built up throughout the day. The amalgamation of pressure and excitement has exhausted me, and I need rest. As I sink into the warm water, I feel my body begin to relax, and the monotony of the day slowly fades away.

I closed my eyes until I fell asleep and dreamed of my dad. It was so dark I couldn't see my father, but I could hear him saying, "Catalina, save yourself. Claim what is rightfully yours, for it is not meant for those who are undeserving."

When I opened them, I felt a sharp pang in my chest as I recalled my father. I slumped in the corner and sobbed uncontrollably. "D-Dad...."

I dried