Chapter 13 Thirteen
ANNIE
The night seemed lively and strangely well lit. “So you're throwing a party for your victory-” I scoffed, my focus on my nicely polished nails. “Talk about what something a devil can do”, I added in a whisper fully aware Dylan heard me. He smirked, touching my lips with the tip of his fingers. “It's going to be a long night sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
How could just this word have so much effect on me? I rolled my eyes but the feeling didn't wear off — it stuck to me like a glue.
“Can I come? I want to…”
“No.”
“What?” I asked raising a brow at him. He looked at his Rolex watch and sighed. “I want you to stay in here, milkweed and do whatever you want to do but don't you dare come out”
“But Dyl…”
“Amy is with Sophia”
Dylan Xavier didn't talk too much. No explanation, nothing. Leaving me to wonder why I was still standing, talking with him so casually. “Mr Xavier…”
“I prefer you call me daddy”, he teased .
“Fuck you,” I cursed, arms under my breast.
He said nothing, but turned to leave the room. “I hate you” I said while he shut the door on me.
Why wouldn't he let me have a little fun, I had endured almost two months of staying indoors and it was more than torture, it made me remember my crazy sex life in search of the love I didn't and would never have. I was tired of being caged.
“I'm going for the party,” I said to myself, a new kind of courage surging within me.
I opened the wardrobe and took a black dress and smiled.
Dylan would love it.
A thought crossed my mind, why wear something he loved? I took out a pink dress that had thin lines for a bra cup and slit reaching my thighs.
I was going to be his bad bitch. He wanted to break me and was doing a good job alright.
Today was going to be quite eventful.
DYLAN XAVIER
I had my reasons for not wanting Annie to come to the party. Of course I would love to flaunt my toy or tie her to a pole on a dog chain half naked and red. But this party wasn't for sex or love, they were people looking for something against me. The mafias, bratvas, Yakuzas and fucking elite mercenaries.
I had built my empire for so many years and seeing Annie, the missing young girl from two months ago at my place would surely raise suspicion especially from those good for nothing Russian mafia.
“Mr Xavier, you have a wonderful house”. I looked up to meet the almighty Loui. They had single handedly destroyed the Rodrigo's in Italy and had taken over their casinos.
“Oh madam Loui, it's such a pleasure to have you in my home”. The woman was in her late 70s but was very vibrant and mischievous.
“How's your daughter?”
I got alarmed but calmed down. The Loui’s didn't bother those who didn't bother them. “She's fine, recently came home from Paris”
“Oh you know she needs a mother, someone that can take care of her…” I knew where this was heading to and for the sake of God, I didn't want to offend the old lady. “ Of course she does, but I'm not really interested in…”
“Cut that out, have you met my granddaughter, she's just 24, you would love her, come Camilla…”
I looked at the young girl, she was pretty, too pretty that she was not my type. She had done a little nose surgery and breast firmness that was so noticeable.
She was gorgeous but not my type... .
“She's so pretty. Hello, Camilla Loui, it's nice to meet you," I said, kissing her fingers. Her nails poked my lips making me scowl.
“You two should catch up”, the old lady said, smiling to herself.
“Should we dance?” I asked trying to sound as polite as possible but ended up being blunt. She blushed like a fifteen year old who just had her first kiss, something Annie never did.
And I hated it.
I held her hands and we danced, she was good and it irritated me.
We danced till I was disgusted and then we fucked — as a treaty, maybe.
ANNIE
The hall was beautiful, well decorated and of course bright. I searched for Dylan but he was nowhere to be found, he was probably goofing off with a prettier woman. I decided if I was going to enjoy my day I should engage more. Looking around the room, at the rear, I saw some ladies probably gossiping… this could be good. “Just approach them and smile, Annie”, I said, reassuring myself and trying to be confident.
I walked to them putting on a friendly smile. “Hi, ladies”, I said and they turned to me and no one needed to tell me, they were checking me out looking for a flaw, but they wouldn't find.
“And who might you be?” One of them asked, I looked at her assessing her, she seemed like an heiress of done sort with the way she carried herself and would never want to mingle with a nobody like me.
“Well, you could say Xavier and I have a thing going on.”
“Dylan Xavier?” She said laughing which got me irritated. If she knew how close we were, how he fucked me with a knife and hit my head on glass plates and how I painfully felt my orgasm , she wouldn't dare laugh.
We were that close alright.
“You might say it's Lucian or any other Xavier but not him”. Another one said using her gloved hands to hide her laugh. “Oh it's him, the almighty Dylan Xavier”, I said, biting my lower lip trying my best not to curse at them.
“You're bluffing, why don't you call him now on your phone”, the heiress girl said tapping her phone with her acrylic nails.
I sighed finally cursing at them and just then , I realised I didn't have a phone to call. “Fuck Dylan," I muttered hating myself for trying to show off without evidence.
“I don't have one,” I said truthfully.
“You don't have one? What are you, six… eight?” Another said and they laughed.
“But I can show you, if he comes here I'll go over to him and hug him”
“Oh my, I can bet my whole savings that you wouldn't”, the gods forsaken heiress said, clicking her tongue. “Hope you have a lot”, I said looking around once more for him.
Fuck you, Dylan.
I sighed walking out on them suddenly hating the idea of coming out. They all spoke about politics, gambling and making fucked up alliances with marriage or any other illegal businesses.
I needed to go back upstairs, into the room and in bed waiting for Dylan. The room suddenly felt tight and suffocating, I hurried increasing my steps. I needed some rest.
I wasn't thinking we'll, I just needed to be alone, suddenly, I jammed into someone but unlike other stories no one fell and no nose was broken, his body wasn't hard rather it was plump and fleshy.
“Sorry”, I muttered wanting to get away from everyone.
“Sorry won't make me feel good”, said the strange man, his voice disgusted me that I had to wipe my nose and swallow my spit.
“I'm not in the mood, find someone else”, I said a little loud but not too loud that I would get attention.
“You look delicate and my... you're just my type, damsel.”
The word damsel felt like shit in his mouth and wondered what I'd feel if he called me toy or milkweed… Don't think about that.
“Fuck you, let me be!” I said aloud this time. Everyone turned their attention towards us and though embarrassed, I expected this would make him leave me, but the shameless man held on more tightly.
“Are you alone, I can take care of you”, he said and I tried kicking him where it hurt the most but he was strong.
“Come home to…”
“Your maker? Did you sign your death sentence or what? ”. Someone spoke, voice, dangerously low. I shut my eyes, that voice always soothed me and calmed me down. Dylan had appeared from nowhere with a cocked gun pointed at the man's head, any false move he would blow off his brain and every cell in it.
“Dy…” The man started to say, but shut his mouth as he moved the gun to his cock.
“Don't you dare touch her”
“ I said fucking let my woman go!” He said, visibly annoyed.
I opened my eyes as the man let me go. I was secretly happy that those goddamned girls saw it, but that was the least of my problems. I ran and hugged him suddenly sobbing.
He pushed me a little, taking my hand and dragging me off upstairs. I was more scared of this than when the man held me.
What had I done and I couldn't apologise now.
“Dyl…”
“Fucking get upstairs”
I nodded running upstairs as the noise swallowed the whole room. Although I proved the girls wrong, they were probably gossiping about Dylan Xavier's new toy.
Me.