He turned and began walking away like our conversation was now over as far as he was concerned. Nothing made me angrier than when he ignored me. He could do anything to me, and it would be better than when he ignored me like this.
"Hayden..." I called after him softly.
Hayden didn’t turn around to face me, but he did pause in his steps. I hesitated a little but still decided to say what I wanted to say anyways. Nothing worst can ever come from this...
"After you turn me into your sex slave, what happens next?" I asked, unable to conceal the malice in my voice.
A few seconds flew by and without saying anything, Hayden walked quietly out of the room. The door closing behind him with a thunderous bang was the only clue that I had to how he was feeling.
...
"That little girl sure is loud..." Luka commented.
"Why are you here?" Hayden asked, disregarding Luka’s comment.
"You, on the other hand, don’t look like a man that had just satisfied his lust," Luka teased.
"Why are you here?" Hayden asked again.
"You should cut her some slack or she’s going to break. It’s only been a day or two and she’s already screaming like that..." Luka advised before smirking at Hayden.
"Answer my question, Luka," Hayden said, and it was clear that he wasn’t playing around.
"The boss sent me here to make sure that you don’t end up killing her..." Luka said with a soft laugh.
Hayden was sure that that wasn’t the real reason Luka was sent here.
"What is that old man planning now?" Hayden demanded to know.
"I told you before. You should just marry the girl and take over. Why are you making things so difficult?" Luka asked.
"Come in..." I called out sleepily.
I flopped down onto the living room’s sofa, knowing that whoever was at the door had the keys to open the door from the outside. It wasn’t like I could open the door for them from the inside anyways. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and yawned disgracefully. I felt sleep deprived, tired and I wasn’t in the best of moods.
The door slowly opened, and many maids wheeled in trollies filled with brown boxes. Auntie was there to orchestrate the whole thing. I wasn’t sure what was in the box and honestly, I didn’t care.
"Good morning, Malissa," Auntie greeted me with a nervous smile.
I probably look like a mess. Running my fingers through my long hair, I flipped it away from my face before smiling lazily back at her.
"Good morning, Auntie," I whispered lazily.
I glanced over at the pile of large brown boxes that the maids have lifted down from the trolley onto the floor. Whatever is in there isn’t going to improve my mood or impress me. I sighed loudly and Auntie gave me an uncertain look.
"Malissa...Hayden has ordered for these art supplies to be delivered to you. There’s a very nice art studio in that room over there...and..." Auntie said with a forced smile.
"Does he expect me to paint in that studio till the day that I die?" I snapped.
"...Malissa..." Auntie gasped in shock at my cruel and blunt words.
Shit. I’m taking my anger out on the wrong person again. It was unfortunate for Auntie to be caught sandwiched between Hayden, me and our conflict. I wanted to lash out at Hayden but he’s always out during the day.
"I’m sorry. Please just...leave them there..." I said before sighing exasperatedly.
"I’ll get the maids to arrange them in the studio. I’m sure that Hayden doesn’t want you to feel bored..." Auntie said softly.
"If he truly doesn’t want me to feel bored, he would let me out of here," I said through clenched teeth to prevent myself from shouting at her.
I can’t believe she’s still taking his side even when he’s locked me up in here. What is wrong with the world?!
--To be continued...