Chapter 134: Not Your Servant

Trina's POV

Unfortunately, I had to leave to prepare for my mission so I went back home to get prepared and get dressed after putting the food jars I got from their place in the freezer. I'm so looking forward to drinking those soups later on.

Because I'm the absolute best, I left to do just that, and it was such a smooth mission, I almost wanted to make love to myself. Why am I so talented? I didn't even need backup.

Unfortunately I had backup anyway, how unfortunate. This certain backup didn't approve of my outfit and complained a shit load like why the hell was he even here?

You might already be guessing and you guessed right. Giovanni. That man doesn't know how to stay away from me, literally after bursting back into my life again from nowhere, violently pursuing me.

I felt him shadowing before I even saw him following me from a distance. I just knew it to be him. I yelled in annoyance.

“Won't you leave me alone? I handled it fine. I can't believe you're the back up Nico sent. You don't even work for him anymore!”

He came out once he saw I had noticed him, looking so dashing, I forced myself to look ahead.

“Yeah, I chose to step in to protect my girlfriend.Why do you think I was there the last time to save you? I've been following.”

I sighed dramatically and stopped, dragging him to an alley with me.

“Okay, you did that, thank you Jesus, now stop stalking me. We weren't even fake dating then. That's weird as fuck.”

“You really dragged me in here to say that or to tempt me to wrap my arms around you, pull you to me and kiss your pretty lips?”

He smirked, locking eyes with me, his eyes dipping to my lips.

Okay, wow, that was a crazy angle. I was indeed just inches away. I left him and ran back into the street. Of course he followed as I stomped, angry. He should stop figuring me out like that. He should have just done it, shut me up or something.

“Why the hell are you so angry?” After yesterday, and he still didn't know why I was angry, then there was no point. I told him that for the last time.

“Okay then, suit yourself. Stop being a bodyguard, okay? See, I got it sorted out.”

He eyed me.

“I hate that outfit. I mean, for me it's fine, but not for the world.” I am losing my mind.

“You know I had to wear it for this job. You know. Plus, it's not kike I belong to you.”

“I won't stop shadowing you by the way, so you're wasting your time.”

There's no winning with him. Just accept it.

“Fine, follow me from a distance, I would need a servant.” I said that to spite him. It worked. All of a sudden I was grabbed and slammed softly against the wall, a hand wrapped around my neck, a body, vibrating, itching to fuck me because I'm too damn delicious.

“I am not your servant, Young lady.” The man was pissed. Now I was even madder. Young lady? Excuse me?

“Don't call me that again.” I warned, and I watched this psycho relax and smile in amusement.

“Why, prefer baby? You like it when I call you baby instead?”

I rolled my eyes and just ignored him, pushing him off me until I got to the streets and got a cab. I don't normally take my cars with me on missions like this so it would be hard to track me down.

I was bursting with energy, excited for some reason. Talking with Giovanni made my heart race every time. Just then I got a text from the monster. He's heavily suffocating me with everything and everywhere him now.

“Taking you on a date tomorrow. Picking you up at ten am.”

“Why ten am?” Why so early? Of course he just tricked me.

“Nice to know that you agreed to the date.” I bet the bastard was smiling so hard at his phone.

“Oh no I didn't agree at all.” I shook my head so hard even though he couldn't see, hiding my stupid blush. He was not interested in any negative replies.

“You're coming with me. If I come tomorrow and you're not ready, I will make you. Sounds good?”

“I don't do well with threats.” I scowled.

“I think you do. If you like the date, you'll give me something in return.” There we go, sly bastard.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Don't tell me what I already know to do with the pictures I have of you.”

Oh God. I tossed my phone aside. I'm invested in whatever shit I have going on with this man now. I genuinely love how he makes me feel.

I had a sound sleep. Maybe it was because I was very eager for the date, I don't know, but bright and early, eight am, he was at my door wearing casual clothing.

I crawled out of the door to get it. Why the hell was he here so early?

“You're late.” He said, letting himself in.

“You're early.” I responded with a groan. He reached me softly, running a hand through my face.

“God look at you, how pretty you are.” I fought back a smile.

Then he leaned in and crushed me in a bear hug. It was crazy comforting.

“Leave me!” I yelled. He did no such thing. I could feel how much he missed me. I believed he was truly struggling.

“I need a hug, plus you smell so good. I miss waking up next to you, kissing your forehead and kissing your lips, your shoulders, your neck–”

“Zip it,” and he was off me.

“Go sit down and wait. Again, you came early.”

I headed in and took a very unrelaxing bath, knowing he was just meters away from me.

My tits stood erect, begging for him. I missed the last time he took my top off and ruthlessly owned them. I knew he wouldn't dare join me in that shower, but something in me wanted him to, wished he would invite himself in.

I wished he would walk in, pin me and fucking fuck me. Was it all the hormones? Why were they raging? I forced myself out of those thoughts and got ready, because that's just crazy.

I came out, did my hair and wore all my deodorants, then I went in a robe.

After that, I picked out a couple of dresses I haven't worn in so long. I mean, when last did I go on a date? Trust me, I've killed more men than I've gone on a date with in the last three years.

I appeared in front of him, showing him my first outfit. I used to do this back then. I guess I've grown used to it. He always made the best choices for me.

“How is this?”

I twirled in my yellow flare dress. I already knew he hated it from the way he was staring at it.

“Too short.” Sometimes I hated wanting his approval. I'm so silly.

I went back in and changed.

“This?”

“Too big at the sides.” I was smoking mad.

“This?”

“No.” I rolled my eyes in frustration.

“Ugh. I'm wearing shorts and a top.” I stormed back into my room and didn't realize he came after me.

“You're not following me anywhere in shorts. Let me see your other options.”

I ran as fast as I could to lock him out upon hearing his voice but it was too late. He forced himself in. I was bothered. I made a mess of the already messy room.

He made no comments about my room, which made me super relieved. He looked through my clothes and picked out a black dress. I just stood beside him, watching him do it with all seriousness.

“Wear that black one.” He commanded. Of course I listened. I was about to take my clothes off when I noticed that he wasn't leaving and he was looking through my room.

“Aren't you leaving?” I raised a brow. He didn't even spare me a glance as he spoke.

“Why? I've seen every inch of you naked. I've seen you very naked.” This man.

“It's still harassment if we aren't together.”

“So you want me to leave?” I couldn't say no for some reason. I couldn't say yes either.

“Fine, watch. Seeing and not being able to touch would make you so miserable and I would love that so much.”