Iliya Alinsky is the CEO of Sky industries. His cold and ignorance personality makes people fear him, but with his good looks he has every woman on her knees.
So what happens when he meets the young, sarcastic I.C.E agent and she puts him in his pla...
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It's been 5 fucking days and I'm still in the basement. Sometimes Iliya comes in and asks me questions, to which I stay silent and he gets mad and walks out.
That men has serious anger issues.
Altough Iliya said I don't have to worry about Kylo because 'his men' go to my house and feed him, I still worry.
How does he know where I live?
How does he know about Kylo?
I'm so confused and pissed. I feel dirty because there isn't a shower and I don't have spare clothes. The only thing in this shithole of a basement, is a spare toilet with a sink and a crusty bed. I have no activity's and sometimes a maid gives me food.
I also haven't changed clothes in these 5 days. They took my jewelry and my purse, that's why I'm still here in the first place.
The door opens and Iliya walks in. I scoff at him and lay on the uncomfortable and crusty bed, completely ignoring his presence.
„Stand up and come with me." He demands.
I ignore him and stare at the roof, I want to make him really pissed. „I'm not gonna repeat myself again Lorelei, stand up."
Again I ignore him. I hear him curse under his breath. „Fine then." He walk over to me and lifts me over his shoulder.
I let out a yelp of suprise and grip his back. I start to punch his back and trash around. „Stop trashing around or I'm gonna let you fall." He says sternly.
I ignore his demand, punching and trashing around harder. „LET ME GO YOU BITCH." I scream at him.
Iliya let's go of my legs and I let out a yelp, falling on the floor. I glare up at him before standing up.
„κώλος" I mutter. (Asshole)
His hand grips my wrist and he drags me out of the basement. I try to get out of his grip, but his hand only tightened around my wrist.
„Stop, before I lift you over my shoulder again." He grits, his eyes glaring into my soul. I mimic him but stop and let him drag me to wherever we are going.
We walk up 3 stairs with 25 steps each and multiple doors with codes, handprints and face ID.
Is this a high security prison or something?
We walk through the last door and land in a kitchen. The maids stop working and look at us. I give them a little wave and smile.
