03

Cold water was poured on me, I shot up from the bed I was sleeping on. I looked over to see Donavon dropping the empty bucket on the floor. He then slicked back his long blonde hair before his green eyes met my brown ones.

« Good, you’re up. » Donavon says. He looks at himself through the mirror in the bathroom while fixing his sleeves.

« Not by choice. » I mumbled.

« Nathaniel is waiting for you in his office, he wants me to escort you. » He walks back into the room, tossing some clothes at me.

I looked over to the clothes he just threw at me, all I seen was the letter ‘S’ as in small. I wasn’t a big girl nor a skinny one, I was stuck in the middle. I’m a size medium in tops and a size 8 in pants, looking at this outfit I could tell it’s going to be a tight fit.

« Who picked out my sizes ? » I asked, rudely.

« I did. »

« Figures. »

I stomped my way inside the bathroom. I locked the door before even stripping off my old clothes.

I squeezed myself inside the pair of black jeans, the jeans barely passed my thighs. I shimmered into the floral tube top, thank god I had small boobs or else they’d be pouring out. I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I was given and combed through my hair with my fingers.

I walked back inside the room, Donovan was sitting on the chair in the corner with his feet propped up on the table.

« Took you long enough. » He says annoyed.

I decided not to respond, I was kidnapped not sleeping over a friends house. I followed him down the stairs, through the kitchen then down the hall again till we reached a tall black door. He blocked my view from the keypad while putting in the code. The door beeped before opening, I followed him inside.

This is his office, it’s covered in the colors black and dark purple and it smelt like a spicy, earthy scent

« Leave, brother. » Nathaniel finally speaks.

Donovan clears his throat while nodding, before exiting he looks at me. A face of sadness, but also a look of faith. He closes the door behind him, leaving me alone with Nathaniel again.

« We have a very important dinner tonight, I expect you to be my date. » Nathaniel turns his focus on me, his jaw flexed with the sentence.

« No, I’m not going anywhere with you. » I gritted my teeth together.

Nathaniel slammed his fist against his desk before standing up in a hurry, he was suddenly inches away from my face. His strong hold against my arm was making me nervous.

« You’re fucking going. » He growls.

« I’m not going ! » I shouted back, matching his tone.

His eyes trailed down my body then back up, slowly while he licks his lips.

This man knew exactly what he was doing.

« You’re my property, mine to fuck, to dress, to eat. » He pulls my small body against his big, muscular body.

« You’re going to obey me. »

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. He picks me up, my eyes shot open almost popping out. He sits me on his desk, opening my legs so he could be in the middle of them. He tilts my head up with his hand, his other hand was hovering over my thigh.

« Tell me Genevieve has a man ever touched you here ? » His voice leaked of sex. His hand suddenly brushed over my lacy panties, my body jolted. I grabbed his hand, his eyes met mine again.

He tilts his head, a smirk falls upon his lips.

« You’ve never been touched before. »

« Are you a virgin ? » He asks.

I thought about lying, saying that I’ve fucked multiple guys at the same time but that’s just not true.

« Yes, I am. » I responded, shyly.

He placed both his hands behind me against the top of his desk, preventing me from leaving. His jaw flexed even harder, his eyes dilated on me, he smirks once again.

« We’re going to have a lot of fun together, chula. »

« I doubt that. » I whispered.

His hands tightened around the desk, the whiteness of his knuckles were showing.

« I was planning on fucking you right here against my desk but I like a challenge so I won’t do anything till you are begging for my touch. » He says, I felt the harshness of his breathe against my rosie cheeks.

I laughed at the joke he just told. « I’ll never beg for such a thing. » I pushed his hands away while getting off the table.

« You’ll be the first. »

I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at his ignorant comment. Nathaniel walked over to the door, opening it so I could walk out.

« Donavon, make sure she gets dress and is ready by 7. » Nathaniel demands his brother, acting like I didn’t just say no a couple minutes ago.

Donovan nodded just to get the door slammed in our faces. I followed behind Donovan very quietly, maybe I was still heated what had happen in that office. I felt something between my legs, something I’ve never felt before with any man and that’s what scares me the most.

Just as we were turning the corner, we spotted a girl leaning against my bedroom door. She was slim and tall, her brown hair that looked very similar to mine reached just below her back. This women looked a lot like me, like a splitting image of me.

« Jennifer. » Donavon gulps.

I looked at her then back at him, the tension was real.

« By the way there’s a girl tied down in your basement. » That girl Jennifer mentions while flaunting her perfectly done nails.

Wait, she’s talking about Teagan.

« I see Nate is back on his x games mode shit. » Jennifer laughs as she walks over to Donovan, embracing him in a hug.

« Jenny, you shouldn’t be here. » He tells her.

« Oh come on, I couldn’t miss the big dinner. » She smiles before her eyes return back to mine.

« You should leave. »

« I’m Jennifer Hart, who might you be ? » She asks with her hand reaching out for mine.

« Uh Genevieve West. » I smile back at her, her smile quickly turns into a frown once she heard my name. She moved her hand back to her side before looking back at Donavon.

« Is there a problem ? » I question.

« Why the fuck did you guys bring her here ? » Jennifer yells.

I cocked my eyebrows at her, she takes a few steps back from Donavon and I.

« Genevieve, go get dress. » Donavon turns his head just a little so I could hear him better.

I looked up at him and back at the girl, she was rolling her eyes. I nodded as I walked back to my room, I slammed the door shut. That must be one of Nathaniel’s whores, or Donovan’s.

Wait why do I care ?

I hopped in the shower with many thoughts pounding inside my head, then my mind traveled back to Nathaniel touching me. That man is ignorant, a murderer, a psychopath, for crying out loud he’s called the reaper. He’s bipolar too, one of the many reasons why I should try escaping.

I wrapped the towel firmly around my body, my wet hair touched my shoulders causing me to shiver. I pulled open the closet doors just to see it filled with expensive clothes, and other items.

« Add rich to the list. » I mumbled under my breath.

My hands skim over many of the dresses, just before stopping above a dark purple dress. Most of them seemed to be purple but this shade of purple was much different then the other shades. Of course it was a small, I squeezed myself inside the tiny dress. I glanced at myself through the body mirror, the dress hugged all my curves making my body look more slimmer then what it actually is.

I ran my hands down my body while turning to my side so I could look at the dress in a different angle.

I unbraided my long brown hair, it flowed down wavy. I scrunched my hair at the ends so it could appear more wavy.

I heard something hit the floor, I whipped around. Donovan was picking up the photo frame he dropped, he awkwardly grinned. Was he checking me out ?

He coughs. « W-Nathaniel is waiting downstairs for you. »

I raised my eyebrow at him. « Were you checking me out ? » I question.

« What-no, I would never. You’re my brother’s, you are not mine to stare at. »

I walked closer to him so I could fix his crooked tie. He tensed underneath my fingers, as I was tightening the tie I leaned closer to him.

« I am no ones. » I whispered before letting go.

I opened the door before walking out.