“Well, you have until tonight to choose, before the party.”
“Mm.” He says, wrapping his hand around my jaw and kissing me.
“Sir—” the woman calls from outside, sounding horribly nervous. I giggle again and Vincent steps away from me. “I guess this will have to wait.” He chuckles, unlocking the door and letting his eyes trace over me one last time before he steps out. I turn my back to him. “Wait. Will you unzip me?” I ask, a seductive whisper.
“You tease me too much, little raven.” His hand runs over my ass and up to where the dress hugs tightly over my waist. His fingers trace along the hidden zip, then slowly back down again as he pulls it open.
He lets out a frustrated huff before he pulls the dressing room door closed.
“What?” I hear him practically shout at the woman and she squeals in fright as she hurries away from him.
After choosing the dresses he chooses red bottom high heels to match them, then a gorgeous black diamond necklace and matching bracelet. A wave of nausea threatens when I see the price tag of the jewelry, but I pushed it away.
“Are you ready for your surprise now?” He asks with a grin, opening the passenger door for me.
“I am.” I say excitedly.
It isn’t a far drive and when we pull into the parking area outside of the Mustang showroom, I’m dizzy with excitement. My brows are knotted in disbelief as he leads me towards the Mustang parked at the entrance with a massive red ribbon tied around the matte black body.
“It’s a Mustang GT500.” He says calmly.
“Ok.” I stammer, unsure what is going on.
“It’s yours, little raven.” He chuckles.
“No.” I say in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“I’m serious.” He confirms and I shake my head, staring, not able to process what is going on. “A car? You bought me a car?”
“Well, you have been a good girl.” He whispers against my ear, then pushes my lower back, encouraging me to go and look at my new car.
It turns out, I really like being a good girl.
But I’m not going to lie - being a bad girl might be more fun.
That evening, for the party, Vincent chooses the red dress for me to wear. He matches his suit to my outfit by wearing a red tie, tucked beneath his fitted black waistcoat.
We roam around like royalty while people gush over him, and he introduces me to everyone as his little pet. It makes me nervous, because while I rather do enjoy being his little pet, the endearing term might be far more literal than I imagine.
My mind taunts me with the idea that I am disposable and replaceable in his eyes.
There is no point in worrying though and I should just enjoy everything while it lasts, so as the party goes on, I drink the most expensive champagne in the world - which is horribly bitter - and I dance with Vincent in front of everyone. His hands don’t leave my body for a second.
One thing is unquestionably true though - how many people respect him. Or fear him. It’s hard to tell the difference. And all the while he is gently possessing me in front of everyone. I hear them whispering -Who is she? Where does she come from?
And the idea of being someone so mysterious makes the night even more fun.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vincent
Masaccio and Tuomo are glaring down at the man they’ve just thrown onto my cellar floor beneath my home out in the countryside away from the city.
“Was it difficult to track him down?” I ask, rolling my sleeves up.
“No, his friends squealed on him the moment they heard who he’d double crossed. No one wants to be associated with him at all now.” Tuomo says, nudging the guy with his foot. The prisoner whimpers pitifully.
He looks up at me, his left eye is already swollen from the beating my sons gave him. Blood is drying over his chin, crackling off his skin. The cut on his lip looks angry and blue.
