I was beyond glad and relieved when another knock came at the room door for the umpteenth time, making Luca pause in his lust-driven act. Pieces of what used to be my dress now hung in his hands.
A groan of frustration escaped his lips as he rose to answer the door, muttering cursed in Spanish.
The knock had refused to stop even when he had yelled three times that he was busy.
"What the hell did you want?" He growled, swinging the door open.
My heart raced, beating furiously against my chest as I held the bedsheets to myself. What would have happened if the knock had not come? Was I really about to throw all caution to the wind?
Trevor's words replayed in my head. I was not weak. I wasn't sentimental. I forced the sadness I was feeling about letting Luca touch me back into a cage. I also shut the joy I was feeling away. I had to get this over and done with if I would complete this mission on time.
After all, it was just a one-time thing to get me pregnant. If I was lucky and fast, I might even be able to turn him in on time, and if I was pregnant, I could terminate the little bastard.
I let the bedsheet drop and stared in anticipation. But Luca hadn't come back yet. When ten minutes flew by and he still wasn't back, I sighed, heaving over to the bathroom.
As I took my bath, I scrubbed myself with his soap since there was no other option. I just wanted to get the feel of his murderous hands off me. Tears began to find their way down my cheeks. Was this what my life had become? Just because of a greedy, perverted boss who couldn't take no for an answer?
I could wait to finish this mission and get back to my life. But what would I get back to apart from my mother? She was my world anyway.
When I finished taking my bath, I wore one of his jackets around myself as there was no other option. My clothes were still in my room.
Laying on the bed, I cried myself to sleep.
*
"You must thinks you're on top of the world because you're Luca's wife, don't you?" Rosa's embittered voice drifted into my ears once I opened the door.
A sigh escaped my lips and I yawned. "Oh, you again." I stated plainly, my eyes widening. I couldn't believe she had come to wake me up again.
She grabbed me by the hair, her breath hot as it fanned against my face. "Listen here, you slut. I don't know where my Luca picked you up from, hut all I know is that he will soon kick you back there. Like I said to you before, don't get too comfortable in my position."
Maybe before, her words would have stung me, but now, I didn't give a damn what she thought.
"It's easy to dream, darling, but I assure you, I'm going to be here for quite a while you know. Are you sure you won't be old by the time I'm 'gotten rid of'?" I asked with a sly smirk. The words hit her like a slap to the face and she turned red.
She opened her mouth to speak but I held up my finger, silencing her. "Besides, isn't it pathetic that the only chance you had to see my husband, you're trying to seduce him? That's classless and completely crude."
Before she could respond to my statement, I slammed the door in her face, feeling proud of myself. Of course, this was true power. I would give anything to see the look on her face again.
With that, I went back to bed with a smile on my face.
Luca was the one who woke me up the next time. His usual scowl was back as he shook me harshly.
"Wake up. We have dinner with my family and we are eating out," he stated, adjusting his tuxedo and brushing his hair.
I swung my legs over the bed and headed to the bathroom. "In case you forgot, my dresses aren't here since we don't share a room." I mumbled.
He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Perharps you should check the closet before you speak." He growled. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the closet.
I reached to open the wardrobe when he swung me around, making my back hit the wall. At this point, I was sure my back was bruised.
"What are you wearing?" He bellowed.
Raising a brow in confusion I sneered, "What does it look like?"
His hands curled into a fist and I could tell that he was fighting the urge to wrap them around my neck again.
"Who gave you the permission to wear my clothes?" He snapped, tugging at his shirt which barely stopped at my thigh.
I slapped his hands away, and his face grew even harder.
"Well, I couldn't walk around naked after you ruined my dress!" I snapped back.
His haws ticked as he glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead now.
"Never. Touch. My. Things. Again. Got it?" He said, emphasising each word with difficulty.
Obviously he wanted to hurt me, but it would only rouse curiosity in his family's minds. I guessed it was hard being reasonable.
I shrugged. "Okay. Now excuse me before I pee on you."
He pushed himself away from me, his scowl permanently etched on his face.
It took a while for me to figure out what to wear to the dinner but I eventually settled with a black, satin dress with a cowl at the neck. It was a long gown that hugged my body in all the right places.
The dresses were one of the few things I liked about Luca Castillo's mansion. They were all so perfect.
When I stepped out of the closet, Luca was already tapping his feet on the ground impatiently. Obviously, he couldn't leave me.
What I didn't expect was the way his eyes widened ad he
stared at me. He took slow, predatory steps towards me, his eyes turning dark...