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What? My papa?
What was he talking about?
My papa’s dead.
I sighed. “I’ve never met such a bad liar; it’s quite embarrassing.”
He smiled down at me—not reassuringly, but with a you-shouldn’t-have-said-that look. I smiled back, offering one of my best fake smiles. He scratched his beard while my eyes traveled down his face, neck, and upper body.
“You’re an embarrassment,” I added, impatiently waiting for his response, which never came.
With deliberate slowness, he sauntered over, his gaze locked on mine. He effortlessly lifted me off the ground and placed me on the bed. The creaking of the bed springs sent a shiver down my spine, mingling apprehension with anticipation.
Dasha’s warning echoed in my mind, and I found myself unable to resist him. As he drew closer, his musky scent enveloped me, stirring something deep within—an unsettling blend of manliness and illicit desire.
Without a word, he began to release the restraints on my wrists and ankles. As the cuffs came off, I wondered what awaited me next.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” I panicked.
After rising to his feet, he wiped his hands on his pants and headed for the door. Just before leaving, he cast a lingering glance at me, taking in my appearance before departing.
In a rush of adrenaline, I leaped from the bed, wincing at a sharp pang of discomfort. I trailed behind him, catching a glimpse of his figure striding purposefully down the hallway.
“Why are you giving me the silent treatment?” I shouted, using the last of my energy.
I probably looked insane, but I didn’t care. His dismissive behavior infuriated me, and his refusal to acknowledge my tantrum was the final straw.
“You’re the lamest kidnapper ever!” I yelled.
Abruptly, he halted and turned to face me, his gaze slowly scanning my form. A grin spread across his face as he let out a dark laugh.
Without another word, he descended the stairs, leaving me speechless.
What a jerk!
What time was it anyway?
My heart raced as I waited, half-expecting him to return and lock me in again. As I scanned the corridor, I noticed three doors—two directly in front of me and another on my left.
Was this some sick game?
Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed towards the left door, careful not to make a sound. Slowly, I pushed it open and was greeted by the sight of a stunning dark bathroom, complete with a large mirror facing me.
The intricate details gave it a gothic feel, like a darker version of the Château de Versailles. The bathroom featured a dark-tiled Italian shower and a luxurious ivory Victorian bath with lion’s feet. In the corner, a bonsai white willow tree added an air of mystery.
The room was a blend of opulence and enigma, clearly designed by someone with excellent taste.
Glancing back at my reflection, I cringed. My eyes were swollen, dark circles beneath them making me look sleep-deprived. My hair was a tangled mess, and my neck bore dark bruises. Lightly touching one bruise sent a jolt of pain through me. My top was ruined, exposing my black lacy bra. The skin around my wrists was red, my watch missing.
I looked pitiful, vulnerable, and helpless. I placed my head in my hands, trembling.
I needed to escape, but how?
I didn’t speak Russian and had a terrible sense of direction.
Maybe I deserved to be locked in a gulag for not recognizing red flags, especially the self-centered asshole who kidnapped me. My ancestors must be rolling in their graves at my actions, especially for throwing myself at that man.
I can’t believe I gave my first kiss to him.
