Just Breathe Mi Amore

Ch. 4

The silence in the car was awkward. I mean we are strangers to each other and the events of earlier are being avoided. Which I don't mind. I am not gonna confide in him about my feelings anyways.
I wonder how much longer. It's already been thirty minutes and we still aren't there yet. I hope he didn't save me so he could have his own way with me. Stop it Paisley. Give him the benefit of the doubt. But then again, I gave the cook the benefit of the doubt and he was a creep.
"It should be about five more minutes," the guy says. It's like he read my mind. I just nod my head even though he's not looking at me. I wonder what his name is. He looks like a Damon or an Ace. A hot name for a hot face. I internally scold myself. Miss not the time for flirtatious jokes.
He is very attractive. When he got in the car, the car lights where on so I was able to get a good look at his face. Black, curly hair with a little stubble on his chin. Blue eyes and olive skin. The muscles are also a bonus.
The man opening his door being opened startles me. I guess we are here. I look out the windshield and see a garage. My door is suddenly opened for me.
"Can you walk?" The man asks me. I nod. I keep my coat pressed tightly against me as I go to stand up. I push myself up and my legs slightly wobble. Before I can even say anything, I am swept off my feet. I let out a gasp. He starts to walk around the garage to ,I am assuming, the front door.
Once we get around the side of the garage, my mouth falls open. A huge cobblestone house was hidden by the basic garage. It's a gorgeous home. The lighting makes it look like a castle. I wouldn't say it's a mansion, but it ain't your average size home. I can't wait to see the inside.
We get to the front door and he opens it. My eyes widen. Shining dark wood floors lead to a beautiful staircase. I can tell no woman lives here based on how there is not a single decoration in sight.
He starts to ascend the staircase, still carrying me. I wish I could have such upper body strength. I got noodle arms. When we reach the top, it is just a long hallway and we can either turn left or right. He goes right and takes me into a bedroom. The master bedroom.
I love the dark colored scenery. Dark grey walls. Black and gold marbled floors. A black theme bed set. I wish this was my bedroom. He places me on the bed and I immediately want to sleep in it.
"I can get you one of my shirts if you'd like?" He offers me.
"Yeah, but can I shower first?" I whisper and look down at my feet.
"Sure, the bathroom is right in here," he points to a door. I nod my head. He just stares at me. His stare is intimidating. His aroma screams power. I feel slightly embarrassed. I feel like some disgusting whore. I feel dirty. Used. I can't help but wonder if that's how he sees me too. He doesn't say anything and makes his way towards the door to leave.
"Wait," I call out, "Umm, you never told me your name." I twiddle my thumbs, looking back down at my feet.
"You can call me Dante," he says in a hard tone.
"Okay...Dante. You can call me Paisley," I squeak out. I feel very weak in his presence. I should've just let him go instead of starting a conversation.
"Mm," he hums outs, "I'll see you later Paisley." Dante says before he walks out and shuts the door behind him. The way he said my name made me shutter. I sit there for a few more moments before getting up.
I take slow steps to the bathroom, still weak from tonight. I open up the door and see the glass shower. I strip from my shirt and pants, avoiding looking in the mirror to see my gross body. I hope the shower washes away this disgusting feeling. I turn the water on to as hot as it'll go.
Opening the glass door, I sigh as the steam hits my naked body. The water feels good against my skin. I wonder if Brad is still alive. I hope he isn't. As bad as that sounds. It's just if he is still alive, my dad will find me.
I find Old Spice soap resting on the built in shelf and put some on my hands. I try scrubbing away Brads disgusting touch, but even after my body is scrubbed raw, I still feel dirty. I slowly sit down on the floor and hug my knees to my chest. Tears mix with the water that splashed onto my face.
I sit on the shower floor for another hour before I get out. I feel pretty numb. How do I even begin to process everything. I look under the sink for a towel and find one. I wrap it around my body and walk out of the bathroom.
He said I could wear one of his shirts but I don't know where his shirts are. I don't even know if this is his room. I go look in the door next to the bathroom to see if it is a closet. It is.
Sure enough, this is his room. I grab a grey T-shirt and walk over to the bed. I throw his T-shirt on the bed and dry myself off. I wrap my hair up in the towel and put the T-shirt on. It's goes down to my knees. The shirt is super comfortable and smells like him.
I don't know where to put my towel, so I hang it up in the bathroom. I go back over to the bed and lay down on it. I don't know if I am sleeping in here. I don't want to kick him out of his own bed, but this bed sure is comfortable. I prop up some pillows and slightly sit up to be more comfortable. My legs are on display and covered in bruises. From my Father and from Brad. I sigh and close my eyes. I hear the door creak open and jump from the sudden noise. I look over at the door and see Dante.
"Is it okay if I come in?" Dante asks for my permission. I nod in response. He opens the door wider and walks in. He sits at the edge of the bed by my feet. Out of instinct, I curl my legs up to move them further away from him. This draws his eyes to my legs. He notices all the bruises and I see his eyes visibly darken.
His lips form a thin line. He looks so cute while frowning. He looks back up at me and I avert my gaze from his. I hear him let out a sigh.
"Are you doing okay? Can I get you anything?" Dante questions. I shake my head no. His voice is so distractingly handsome. I feel like I hold on to every word he says.
"Can you use your words." Dante asks but it is more like a command.
"Sorry," I whisper. This is so awkward. This entire situation is awkward.
"I want to know your story," Dante bluntly states. My eyes snap up towards him. No one has ever said something like that to me. No one has really ever cared about my story. I mean, Alexis would ask some questions, but she never pried.
"Why?" I croak out. He just continues to give me a hard look and shrugs. I twiddle my thumb and bite my lip.
"Don't do that," Dante orders. Confused, I pull my legs under his large shirt. Wrapping my arms around my legs I ask, " why?"
"Because," is all he says. Because? Seriously? He doesn't make any sense. I roll my eyes out of habit and see his eyes darken like how they did when he saw my legs. Flashbacks of Father filter into my thoughts, I cringe and scoot away.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I just..." he pauses, "You should go bed." Dante changes the subject. I frown at his words. I don't think I'll be getting any sleep tonight, but I just nod my head.
He stands up from the bed, getting ready to leave. I bite my lip and he walks closer to me. Raising a hand, I flinch back. My eyes are closed, waiting to be hit, but instead, his thumb touches my lower lip pulling it out from between my teeth.
"I said to stop doing that," Dante whispers in a husky tone before walking out of the room. I remain frozen from the small interaction. My heart is slightly racing.
After getting up to turn the fan on, I crawl under the comforter. It is quite comfortable. I just now notice a TV on top of his dresser. I grab the remote off the nightstand next to me and turn on the TV. It's gonna be a long night of no sleep, might as well watch something.