'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
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The tension inside the car is suffocating, every so often I can feel his eyes on me. I remain impassive, staring out the window. The car stops abruptly. The driver rolls down his window and talks in what I assume is Italian to a guard. . In front of the car, there is a massive luxurious gate decorated with gold. There are two small booths on either side of the gate, each holding two guards loaded with weapons. After a brief conversation with the guard, the driver rolls up his window and drives through the now opened gate. Past the gate, there is a luscious green garden. It is incredibly beautiful, there are rows upon rows of flowers, along with blooming trees. In the corner of the estate, I can see a small lake, decorated with lily pads and flowers.
The driveway we are on is lined with small garden lights and bushes. Holy shit. This house, wait it can't even be called a house, this mansion is fucking massive. It is as wide as the empire state building for fucks sake. It has to be at least four storeys tall. The mansion looks like a mix between a modern and traditional house. The front is bustling with maids carrying various items, on the side of the mansion there is a large collection of cars, ranging from Bentley's to Audi's.
Stepping out of the car, my heels dig into the white pebbles of the pathway. The sun is setting, making the sky look beautiful with pink, purple and orange hues. It looks like it has been hand painted by an artist, each stroke representing something different in their life, each portrayed differently by everyone. I used to love painting, I would pour my whole heart and soul into it, there wouldn't be a day that would go by without me conveying my emotions through art. Papa even bought me a studio I could spend hours in, but they ruined it all.
Looking towards the giant doors, I can already see Arlo walking inside, I hastily follow him. Stepping inside, I am absolutely bewildered. This place looked like the holy trinity of mansions, it would be where fucking Greek gods lived in. There was a large marble staircase in front of me, leading to the second floor. On my right there was a massive dining hall, attached to that was a lounge room with an extremely large tv.
"Stella will show you where your room is." I heard a disgruntled voice from beside me. It was the first time he had spoken directly to me, and if I said his voice didn't fluster me the slightest bit I would be lying. After saying that, he walked up the stairs and disappeared onto the second floor. I had to take a moment to take a good look around my house. This felt weird, this didn't feel like my home, yet alone my house. From the dining hall, a woman walked up to me, she didn't look too old, but definitely past her thirties.
"You must be Milena, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Stella." She said in a sweet voice. It was comforting to hear someone talk to me as if I was an actual person and not just some pawn in a game. Stella guided me to my room on the second floor, she suggested I change out of my dress, which I agreed with. Someone had already brought my bags to the room I was staying in which I was thankful for. Stepping into the room, I observed how lonely it looked. It was the complete opposite of my room at home, but this will have to do. The room has a dark colour palette of greys, navy blues, and subtle whites. On the far left of the room, there is a door that is slightly ajar. Through the door, I can see some tiles and the edge of a glass shower. Assuming that's a bathroom, there is an extremely large open space with a king sized bed. On the right hand side there is a glass walk in wardrobe which looks to be the size of my old bedroom. Everything in this house is extravagant.
Sitting down on the plush bed, I say my goodbyes to Stella and she leaves the room after making sure I am all settled in. Outside my room I hear nothing, it is complete silence. My skin shivers at the thought of being alone, at home there are always many people over, causing lots of chatter, it seems that everyone who was here before must've gone home now. Closing my eyes gently, I imagine her holding my face, whispering comforting words into my ears, reading my favourite book Northanger Abbey. My white-noise machine playing in the background, everything in me was at peace.
A/N So what's up everyone. I've been gone a couple days but I'm back. I want to update in the next day or so again but who know. This chapter was honestly pretty short, it was acting more like a filler because I've been having massive writers block but yeah.
I'm not too sure if I like this chapter, but I might go back and edit it later on. I also posted a few tiktoks a few days ago on my account: _bookwh0re__ so go check it out.
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