Chapter 14 Fourteen
Mira stepped out of her room, and she took a deep long breath
Antonio was already waiting outside.
As usual.
Like he had been planted there.
His eyes moved over her quickly—slow, assessing, and slightly disapproving.
Mira noticed it immediately.
“What now?” she asked flatly.
Antonio didn’t answer right away.
Then he said, “Brace yourself for whatever happens.”
Mira frowned.
“…what does that suppose to mean?”
He didn’t reply.
He just turned and started walking.
Mira sighed and followed.
They moved through the silent yet not silent mansion. Guards and maids can be seen moving around.
Antonio stopped in front of a door and knocked once.
“Enter.”
That voice again.
Calm. Unbothered.
Antonio opened the door and stepped aside.
Mira stepped in after him.
Salvatore stood near his desk.
Dressed in a dark tailored suit that fit him too perfectly, like it had been made specifically for him and no one else. The jacket sat clean across his shoulders, the shirt underneath crisp, slightly open at the collar.
He looked… unfairly hot.
… dangerously put together.
His presence filled the room without him even trying.
His eyes lifted the moment she entered.
His gaze moved over her slowly from her head to her shoulder.
Mira was slightly nervous under his look.
“Good morning, Mr. Corvin,” she greeted.
He didn’t respond.
Not even a nod.
Just cold silence.
Then he turned away from her and walked to the side of the room where a bottle of whiskey sat already poured into a glass.
Mira’s eyes followed him carefully.
Salvatore picked up the glass.
Then, instead of drinking it…
He walked straight toward her.
Mira’s shoulders stiffened slightly as he stopped right in front of her.
He stood very close.
Mira swallowed hard… Salvatore's eyes stayed on hers.
For about a minute he just stood there and said nothing.
Then… Suddenly he tilted the glass and poured the whiskey onto her clothes.
Mira froze.
Completely still. Shocked
The liquid soaked into her shirt instantly, cold against her skin.
For a second, she couldn’t believe he just did that.
Then her eyes slowly lifted to him.
Shock.. then disbelief…. Then anger.
“What the—”
He cut her off before she could finish.
“You either change into the outfit I sent,” Salvatore said calmly, placing the empty glass back on the table, “or you get the fuck out of my mansion.”
Tense silence filled the room.
Mira stood there, soaked, staring at him.
Her hands curled slightly at her sides.
Not shaking.
Not backing down.
Just still.
Because now she understood something very clearly.
This wasn’t about clothes.
This was control.
And Salvatore Corvin didn’t ask twice.
Mira’s fingers tightened at her sides, nails pressing into her palm as she stared at him.
The whiskey was still sinking into her clothes, cold and humiliating.
Her jaw clenched.
“What is it going to be?” Salvatore asked again, his voice louder now..
“What don’t you like about my outfit?” She asked trying to control her voice.
“What is going to be Miss Zoss?”
Mira didn’t answer immediately.
Her anger was sitting right under her skin, ready to go crazy.
He stepped a little closer.
“What is it going to be?” he asked again,
Mira held his gaze.
Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.
“Antonio,” Salvatore called without looking away from her.
Yes, Boss..”
Mira exhaled once, slowly.
“I’ll get changed,” she cut in immediately.
He stared at her for a min then spoke again
“Good,” he said giving her space as he walked back to his desk.
Mira turned on her heel without another word, the soaked fabric clinging to her skin as she walked out.
Behind her, the door closed.
She didn’t slow down until she was out of the hall that led to his office completely.
Only then did she let out a sharp breath through her nose.
“You wait till I get you handcuffed son of bitchy psycho,” she muttered under her breath, wiping a hand over her face.
Mira didn’t stop walking until she was back in her room.
The moment the door closed, she let out a long breath and looked down at her soaked clothes.
Cold whiskey clung to her shirt, heavy and uncomfortable against her skin.
She pulled at the fabric once, annoyed.
“What a lunatic.,” she muttered again, louder this time.
Her eyes flicked toward the clothes the maid had brought earlier, still neatly arranged in her room.
She hesitated.
Then exhaled.
“…Fine.”
“Let’s endure this until we get what we want Mira”
She grabbed an outfit and disappeared into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she stepped out wearing it.
Clean. Fitted. Expensive.
The gown hugged her body tightly.. her curve popping out.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Unfamiliar.
Mira stared at her reflection for a second longer.
Then sighed.
“Let’s get this over with,” she said quietly.
She grabbed her bag and walked out again.
Antonio was already waiting outside her door.
As if he had never left.
His eyes scanned her briefly.
This time, he said nothing.
Just turned and led the way.
Mira followed him down the hallway, her heels soft against the marble floor.
Like something was building.
They reached Salvatore’s office again.
Antonio knocked once.
“Enter.” His voice came immediately.
Antonio opened the door.
Mira stepped in.
Salvatore was standing near his desk
His eyes lifted to her the second she entered.
Slowly.
They moved over her new outfit, taking in every detail without expression.
Mira held her ground.
“Now you greet Miss Zoss” he said his eyes still on her.
She said nothing for a minute laser shooting from her eyes then she spoke
“Good morning, Mr. Corvin,” she said with a fake smile
Salvatore did not respond.
He turned away and walked to his desk instead, picking up a file like she hadn’t spoken at all.
Mira’s jaw tightened slightly.
“Asshole.” She muttered to herself.
Salvatore raised his eyes to meet hers as he heard her.
Mira looked at him without flinching.
Salvatore looked away flipped through the file once, then set it down.
Only then did he look at her again.
“You learn fast,” he said flatly.
Mira didn’t respond right away.
Then she replied, “I adapt easily especially when dealing with difficult people.”
A faint pause.
His eyes lingered on her a second longer than necessary.
Then he leaned back slightly.
“Good,” he said again.