Chapter 15. Mr controller

AELLA

I smell cakes when we get to the kitchen. I am not hungry for food, but I will always be hungry for sweet things. I poke Ace's hand, instructing him to put me down when I see Amanda and my bodyguards. The stubborn man doesn't. He moves to the chair and places me to sit on his lap.

"Ace stop," I say weakly. I am red thinking about the fact that they might have heard me scream like a banshee. My only consolation is the fact that Dan and his partner were not keeping watch at the door.

Amanda places a plate of pasta beside me, I frown looking at the cakes instead. "I will eat the cake."

"You will eat real food before having any of those."

"Are you going to control me down to what I eat?" I reply rolling my eyes. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"You offend me by calling my care for you control. It would help if you ate; you are too tiny. I fear I might fuck you into a coma if you can't keep up with me."

Is it possible to turn the