I shrug. “She was a waitress before this. Maybe you went to the restaurant.”
“Mm. Maybe.”
We gather our breakfast and follow Misha through to the table.
I know who Misha reminds me of. A little black-haired, green-eyed beauty that I used to know. Someone who, again, I try to shake from my thoughts. I don’t want to remember those things. The things I did in my past. The things I lost.The things I killed.
I don’t have to dwell on the pain - I have Misha now and she is my everything. I will never lose her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Misha
“Little raven.” He says his voice purrs over me like a lion.
“Yes, sir?” I say as sweetly as ever.
“Wear the other jeans. I prefer them.” He insists.
I don’t question his request. I simply slip my legs out of the jeans I just put on and toss them aside. Finding my other jeans, I slip into those, and I turn around for him to admire me.
He nods, his eyes holding a smile that his lips don’t show.
“Good girl.” He says quietly, and it sends a shiver through me.
How ridiculous that I have become so attached to those two little words.
Good girl.If you told me a month ago that I would be obsessed with hearing him, say those two words I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, hanging onto them as though they dictate my entire future. And they do in a way. If I am a good girl I get spoiled with luxuries. If I’m not a good girl - I get to have some fun when it comes time to punish me.
I giggle to myself, lost in thought about the irony of how I win either way.
We’ve been staying at his mansion for the past few days, and I love it here. It’s quiet and beautiful and private. The place is massive, and I have so much more space to explore than in the penthouse.
My pink crop top fits snugly across my breasts as I pull it down over my body and slip my feet into the Gucci sneakers he got me yesterday. The mirror reflects back at me and tells me I look super cute. My hair is flicked up into a messy bun and the overall vibe is fresh and neat.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I pick up my purse to grab my lip gloss from it.
“It’s a surprise. You’ve been so well behaved these last few days that you’ve earned something special.” He smirks, standing up and sliding his phone into his pocket. “Are you ready, my pet?”
“Mmhmm.” I nod and step close to him, snuggling against his side for a moment. He wraps one of his strong, muscular arms around me. And he releases a deep moan as he kisses the top of my head. “You are going to love your surprise.” He whispers against my hair.
Vincent leads me out of the bedroom and towards the front door with his arm locked around my waist. In the elevator that carries us from the top floor of the mansion right into his underground garage, he doesn’t release me, holding me close and making me feel safe. His touch is a constant reassurance.
In the underground parking area where he has nine different cars parked, our footsteps echo and the car alarm beeps loudly when he unlocks it. Pulling the door open for me, he gently pushes me into the car.
As soon as the engine growls to life, he rests his hand over my thigh, his long fingers almost wrapping entirely around my leg. In all my life I’ve never known someone whose love language revolved around physical touch. And I never realized how muchI appreciate it - and need it. The more he touches me - the more I want him to. It seems to strengthen our connection and sends a clear message to the world that I belong to him. Do I belong to him?
Sometimes when we are in the kitchen or sitting in the living room - he randomly reaches out and pulls me closer, as though he doesn’t like there to be distance between us - it sends a thrill of desire through me - to be so longed for.
I wonder if he will be so affectionate while we are out in public now. I doubt it. I’m so much younger than him and he might not want to be seen with someone like me.
Vincent doesn’t speak much on the drive into the city - towards the mall. I only find out that’s where we’re going when we get there.
“A mall?” I ask, curiously.
“Yes, this is not the surprise. But we need to stop here first. There is a party tonight and I intend to show you off - so you need a few things to wear.”
“Oh.” I grin excitedly.He wants to show me off in public.“What do you want me to wear?”
