REBECCA
"Wait."
I said to Greta, who had helped me unpack against my own will. She stopped right at the door, then turned to me. I could see that she felt very bad for me, but I needed answers and I was gonna get them.
"Yes ma'am?" She inquired.
"Just call me Becca," I told her. "I need to know who this Emeliano is, who is your boss? Is he like someone who has high authority here in Orlando?" I asked her.
She raised her brows and gave me a small smile. "Sir Emeliano is everything. If you really want to know more about him, you can check the internet, there are so many interviews and articles about him."
I shook my head.
"No... I don't want to rely on the internet... I need someone who knows him for real... I need to know what I've gotten myself into. Is he going to kill me?"
"No- of course not, Sir Emeliano is everything but a killer."
I gave a sigh of relief at that.
"He's just a really busy man that demands respect and orderliness. I've said all I could, if you really want to know the Sir, you need to check the internet or ask him. I'll be back up to call you for dinner... You need to freshen up."
"I don't want to stay here." I sounded defeated.
"I'm afraid it's not your choice. I'll inform you when dinner is ready." She gave me a small smile and walked out, closing the huge ornate door behind her.
I plopped down on the king size bed. She didn't even give me any vital information. Maybe I should just check the internet.
Immediately, I brought out my laptop and began to find anything I could, I just glanced through different articles about him.
In all my reading and surfing, I managed to gather some basic information.
Emeliano Alfredo. The youngest CEO in Orlando, one of the richest men in the world, he was known for his good looks and intelligence- there have been some rumors of him being royalty... explains the castle like mansion. There was actually no rumor about him ever dating anyone, but there was a small scandal about him having an affair with a married woman, Camilla Schmitt. The wife of a competing company.
There was also some talks about him being the most ruthless man to ever exist- it was apparent that people feared him.
He was also an important person in Orlando, he bought so many companies here, including the Lewis empire. No wonder he threatened me with so much confidence! There was also a complaint issued against him, but the cops didn't pursue him, seeing that he was stinking rich and could buy the whole sheriff station and their loyalty.
"I control the emergency services." That's why he was so sure of himself!
The door burst open and a male worker came in... He grabbed my laptop away from my hand and my phone from my purse.
"What do you think you're doing?" I stood up and rushed to the worker who was already making his way to the door without an explanation.
"You're not allowed to use any of these devices. These will be returned to you after 14 days." The man said.
"What? You can't do that?"
"It's the orders." He simply said and then he rushed out of the room like he was afraid to stay any longer.
Why didn't I just call home? I was free for some minutes to call home, instead of doing that, I went to surf the freaking internet. "I'm so stupid." I murmured to myself.
I can't let myself be trampled on like this! I'll stay here and wait for him to come inside his room, that bastard is going to get an ear full from me.
In the meantime, I walked to a huge door which I suppose was the entrance to the bathroom. Opening it, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. This was another paradise. There was an area for a gigantic shower bath, there was also an area for a bathtub bath, and in that same bathroom, there was an area for a jacuzzi tub. What the actual heaven?! I was impressed by this, I mean, who wouldn't be?
I really felt like having a bath but- no, I won't let myself get comfortable. I shut the door.
I won't let this house impress me so much! I'm going to stand my ground, and I'm going to get out of here. No matter what.
I paced in the room for what seemed like hours, thinking of ways to get out of here. Whatever Emeliano had planned for me, I don't want to get to know it- in fact, I don't want to think about it.
Something told me that whatever He was planning wasn't good, he said something about using me to pulp! Did he mean that sexually? Fear began to rise in my chest, I haven't been that intimate with a man before, my boyfriend; Mason and I never really had any intimate moment, maybe it was because we were too busy with work, all we ever did was kiss and hold hands- boring, I know, but I loved him, that was all that mattered right?
Although I'd always imagine myself having sex and more with him, but they were all just imaginations. Mason would be trying to reach me now, God, I have to get my phone!
The sound of the door opening made me turn around, I saw Emeliano walking in, he looked quite different from earlier, his hair was a little bit wet and he had changed into casual wear. He looked really hot, I could feel my stomach jumping and my pulse raising with awareness.
I'm a grown woman with eyes, when I see something attractive, I react to it, knowingly or unknowingly.
"Why are you still in the same clothes?" He asked me.
I folded my hands to my chest and glared at him. "You must really be a fool to think that I've finally given up! I'm not staying here with you, I want to go home now!"
"Seriously? I didn't think you'd be this difficult." He said with a blank expression, moving closer.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, pretty boy! I will not rest until I get out of here, and I don't appreciate the fact that you rid me of my devices, that was so uncalled for!"
"It's the rules."
"Screw the rules!"
His eyes widened, "Damn... I didn't know you speak so bluntly- for a well cultured, innocent church girl, you have a big mouth, I hope you can size me up."
My jaw dropped low when I took note of what he was implying. "You are such a pervert! I would never-"
"Trust me, you'd never want to stop when you start."
"Stop this madness! I'll never suck you off! Never ever ever! Get that Into your thick skull!"
"Why? It's not like you haven't done it before, you have a boyfriend right? Mason?"
"You really are a stalker! And for your info, Mason and I haven't-" I stopped myself before I could say something I'd probably regret. "Haven't been that intimate." I completed.
"And you really expect me to believe that?" He asked, amusement was obviously gracing his words.
"You can think whatever you want, pretty boy! All I know is, I will never put my mouth on your stupid dick!"
He scoffed, "You can lie to yourself, Bámbînâ" He made his way slowly to me, "But I know what I know." He continued to move closer and closer.
I took a few steps back until my back was against the wall, he began to close the distance between us, caging me in with his arms. My heart was beating so hard in my chest and my skin was getting strange chills.
Why the hell am I feeling giddy all over?
He leaned in, his lips grazing the lower part of my neck and it felt really good, Mason never did that to me- what are you thinking? Are you seriously comparing your kidnapper to your sweet boyfriend? My body became painfully aware of our heated closeness and it made me feel things at my lower belly, things that made me feel so fudging stupid and dirty! What the hell are you thinking Becca! Push him away! Push him away now!
But I couldn't, some stupid part in me wanted to feel everything he was doing- what happened to the thoughts of running away? What happened to the thoughts of standing my ground?
"I've been thinking of ways to punish you for what you did. Looking at you- you don't seem to be affected by house chores or other physical embarrassing punishment, but then I thought? What would bruise a well cultured church girl to the core? What would break her? What would make her so unhappy and vulnerable? So I decided to change things, I decided to punish you emotionally. So, this is going to be your punishment." He murmured against my neck, "I'm going to torture you until all the pride you have, slip away from you. I'm going to make you beg me to take you, I'm going to fûck that little tight püssy of yours till you're swollen and sore, I'm going to make you dream of me fückiñg you, I'm going to break you so bad you won't be able to look at up at your boyfriend, you came in here as a sweet and innocent church girl,"
Is it weird that I was getting turned on by his threats?
His lips grazed my neck softly, until he raised his head slowly and look me dead in the eye, my mouth went so dry, I had no words to retort back to him. For the first time in my life, I was speechless. "But I promise," he continued. "You'll leave here as a sex craved, not so innocent church girl, and guess what?" He smirked.
"You'll have to get prepared, cause I have just 14 days to fulfill these punishments."