Chapter 3 - A Promise to a Mascherano.

Georgia turned to look at the closed door, it seemed that he had not yet understood that she was going to leave, no matter what traps he tried to set to stop her.

"I want you to explain to me what happened last night," he approached her and lowered his gaze.

Alessandro was much taller than Georgia, it was another aspect that made him look intimidating.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," she shrugged with indifference and haughtiness, but that was just a facade she was using because the truth was that she didn't remember much of the previous night, all that went through her mind were vague and confused memories.

"I'm not playing around this time, Georgia," he approached her threateningly - "I want you to tell me who that man was, how you met him, why you were with him and any other details you have about last night," that was practically a growl, it was clear that Alessandro was upset, the vein on his forehead, his clenched teeth and that hunter lion look betrayed him.

Georgia swallowed, she knew she didn't owe him any explanation, but at the same time she was afraid to contradict him, if there was something she remembered perfectly it was the beating Alessandro gave his companion.

What if he does the same to me? The woman asked herself, who immediately tried to erase that thought from her head, after all, she spent an entire night in his apartment, if he had wanted to hurt her he could have done it while she was practically unconscious.

"I went out to have fun with my friend, I was tired and it was a complicated day, we wanted to clear our minds, so we went dancing, I didn't have any money so I couldn't order any drinks, this man offered me one and we started chatting, that's the last thing I have clarity about," she explained.

Alessandro shook his head and clicked his tongue - "So you're the kind of girl who accepts a drink from anyone? No matter what their intentions are."

Georgia snorted, that was a clear attempt to offend her.

"Did no one ever teach you that it was not good to accept things from strangers, Georgia?"

If his surname sounded dangerous coming out of Alessandro's mouth, his name made it even more so. It gave her chills.

"He didn't seem like a bad person, he was friendly and had good conversation.

Alessandro thought about how stupid and naive she was, if there was anyone who knew that the world was a cruel and twisted place it was just him, and it annoyed him that she was walking around so lightly, Georgia was like a beautiful gazelle in a world of lions.

"So you're superficial? You go with appearances... if the other person seems attractive to you, you stay, regardless of the consequences that could have.

"That's not true!" She shouted, fed up with his humiliations.

"It is, because despite the fact that I am a complete stranger, you continue here, with me, locked in a room where no one would find you - Georgia's body hit the side wall of the room as Alessandro began to advance - you could be locked up with the devil himself and not be aware of it.

His words were slow, seductive, Georgia couldn't decipher if they were an attempt at flirting or if he was trying to scare her, the fact was that, whatever his intention was, she was experiencing strange sensations in her body. On the one hand, her legs wouldn't stop shaking, and on the other, her crotch was wetter than it had been in a long time.

"Are you going to hurt me?" She asked, with genuine fear of the answer she would get.

"No, but I could if I wanted to."

Georgia saw the way Alessandro's green eyes darkened and then she knew that he was thinking about exactly the same thing as she was. The sexual tension was so palpable it could almost be cut with a knife.

"Then let me go," she asked, not knowing how much longer she would be able to withstand his piercing gaze.

"From now on you must avoid situations that put you in danger, you won't leave work late, you'll return home early, you'll be sensible with the decisions you make, you won't do stupid things, do you understand?"

She opened her eyes at the attributions he was taking on.

"Who do you think you are to..."

"Listen to me well, you'll do it for your own well-being, I don't care what you think, it's not a recommendation, it's an order," his hands were clenched into a pair of fists.

"Understood," she said, only because she wanted to get out of there quickly.

As soon as he let her go, she ran out of the room, unfortunately Thomas was still there.

"Can I show you my playroom now?"

"I'm in a hurry darling, but you'll show me another time," she assured him.

"Does that mean you'll come back? Tell me when you'll do it!" He demanded.

Georgia didn't want to get involved in another uncomfortable conversation with the child, or with his father, so she nodded "Yes, I'll come back."

"You have to promise it! Promise me you'll come back here."

"I promise," she hesitated, ignoring what that promise would mean for her.

The child hugged her tightly and although the little boy was spoilt and had equally self-centered attitudes as Alessandro, that gesture softened Georgia's heart, who also wrapped him in her arms.

"Alcott! One more thing," said Alessandro "My driver is waiting for you downstairs, he'll take you home, he has strict instructions not to let you go to any other place, much less let you go alone, so don't try to evade him or play any tricks on him."

That man was very bossy!

Unwilling to stay there for one more minute, Georgia left the apartment and went down in the elevator, when she was at the entrance she tried to evade Alessandro's driver, but there were many gorillas dressed in black at the entrance. It was most likely that they worked for the man, so Georgia preferred to avoid problems, instead, she grudgingly got into the luxurious shiny black car.

On the way home, she thought about how strange that man was, it was as if Alessandro Mascherano was hiding something, that scared her, she didn't have time or head to get into trouble.

"Home sweet home," she snorted when she was at her house.

The first thing Georgia was going to do was take a shower, she smelled like a thousand demons, so before going to bed, she went to the bathroom and undressed, just as she was about to get under the hot water, her phone vibrated on the sink.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

"I hope you don't forget the promise you made to my son. You don't know it, but in the Mascherano family, all promises are kept" - Alessandro.

Georgia sighed, how did he get her number? She wondered, at the same time as she bit her lower lip and looked in the mirror just to realize how red her cheeks were.

Not exactly because of the heat of the steam coming from the shower.