Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“He’ll never see it,” I vow. She stops laughing but doesn’t say anything else about that.
“I used your weird costume to determine your size and bought you a lot of clothes. They are hanging in the closet over there. She points to the bedroom. “Brush your teeth, and I’ll brush your hair if you want,” she says.
“That’s okay, Cashel. I can do it.”
“It’s really no trouble,” she says. I look at her face. She looks starved for female attention or companionship.
“Go ahead,” I say, brushing my teeth quickly. I sit down at the vanity and let her brush my hair.
“My mom died about ten years ago. My stepmom was only eighteen when she married my dad and didn't know what to do with me.” I reach up and put my hand over hers.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. Your dad should have chosen better for you.”
“It’s okay, really. Dory did everything for me. He even learned how to do my hair by watching videos. He’s the sweetest man, you’ll see.” My heart does a little funny turn in my chest. It’s gotta be heartburn from not eating; I lie to myself.
It was at this moment that I decide that I’m going to be this girl’s friend forever. It doesn’t matter what’s going on here or with her brother. I’m not going to abandon her and leave her here without me. I don’t know where that comes from, but it’s how I feel, and I’m a big believer in feelings and things happening for a reason.
“There’s makeup there for you. You should put some on.”
I look at my face in the mirror and then down at the basic makeup she has piled on the vanity. I look pale and gaunt. I don’t know how she did it, but she got my right shade and preferred brand. I also look over at the other sink, expecting it to be empty but it’s full of men’s bathroom accessories: an electric razor, toothbrush, aftershave, beard balm, glass jars with Q-tips, cotton balls, and floss picks. There are also several bottles of expensive colognes, including Savauge.
“Thank you, Cash.”
“No one’s ever called me that.”
“You know, you’re a bright light in this prison.”
“This isn’t a prison, Matty. You’ll see.”
She does my hair in voluminous curls, leaving it loose. All of the clothes in the closet are expensive and things I would have picked out for myself, right down to the Buxom by Migan Jorgensen bras and panties. I pull on a knee-length sundress but don’t see any shoes, not that I could get them on.
“I’m ready.”
“Great. I’ll take you to Dory.”
I follow her out of the room and down the hallway toward a closed double door. She knocks, and I grab her hand suddenly, scared to be alone with whoever is on the other side of it. I can do this. I’m a Vitali, for God’s sake.
“Come in,” a deep voice calls. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“Thank you for your help, Cash.” I decided that showing my fear is a weakness I can’t afford right now.
“You are so welcome, Matty. You go on now. Everything will be fine, I promise. When you’re done, I’ll be in the kitchen. Come find me and I’ll feed you.” She lets go of my hand and turns, and walks away.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
“Hello, Matilde,” the voice says. My gaze swings to him, sitting behind his desk. I have no idea who this is. I mean, he looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
“What kind of man sends his little sister to do his dirty work?” I ask, biding my time, thinking about who this man could be.
“Did you want me to bathe you? That can certainly be arraigned, Matilde. I’ll take you back to my room right now, strip you down, and wash your perfect, curvy body. Is that what you want?” he asks. His voice is so seductive; I almost say yes. Almost.
“Who the fuck are you?” I blurt out instead.
“I’m hurt. You don’t remember me?”
“Should I?” I ask, moving closer to his desk but not all the way up to it.
“No matter. You’ll never forget me after this,” he says, smirking at me. I know that smirk.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessy?” I ask, remembering him from dinner at my aunt and uncle's house.
“There it is. Please call me Dorian,” he says.
“Why am I fucking here? I don’t understand. I thought you were fucking friends with my uncle. You have to know that this is a declaration of war.”
“I am friends with your uncle. An alliance is still what I seek.”
“Then why fucking kidnap me?”
“Watch your mouth, Matilde, or I will take great pleasure in making it dirty,” he warns.
He stands and comes close to me, reaching for me. I can’t have this man touch me. Without thinking about the consequences, I haul back and spit right into his face. It hits his cheek and starts sliding down it. He smirks at me again before wiping it off his face and sucking his wet fingers into his mouth. My traitor pussy clenches in… anticipation. No, that can’t be. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? What the fuck is wrong with me?