Neglected Limits

35| Broken

Bianca

I held onto the dresser, my knuckles turning white. My heartbeat wouldn't slow down, and my breaths came out ragged.

"He's a dick." I mumbled.

He was a fucking dick for doing that, what the fuck was he thinking?!

What the fuck was I thinking letting him put his hands on me.

I wanted to kick the table but stopped myself because the heels I was wearing would definitely be destroyed.

I was in deep shit.

Huge shit.

And I had no fucking idea how I was going to get out of it.

"We're going to be late." I heard Matteo say.

I pursed my lips. The Son of a bitch was acting as if nothing happened.

Pulling myself together and disposing of those thoughts for now, I looked in the mirror one last time, before walking out of the room.

Matteo stood in the middle of the living room, an emotionless expression on his face.

Back to being an ice block, are we.

He walked towards the elevator and quickly put in the passcode. I was so distracted by the whisky scent I smelt as he passed me, I forgot to note it.

Double shit.

The elevator dinged open and we stepped in before he pressed a button.

We entered the loft garage and Matteo walk towards the same car we came in. We sat in the car, and I almost wanted to sit in the back just to spite him. But I chose otherwise for now.

We stayed silent throughout the drive until we reached a huge building.

"Stay next to me the entire time, I don't need you creating any problems tonight." He said before he got out of the car.

I scoffed before getting out as well, as Matteo handed the car key to the valet.

We walked up what seemed like hundred stairs before tall doors opened for us. Matteo mentioned something to the man waiting in front, and he nodded before leading us straight.

It looked like some fancy reception, with the entire place glowing a rich yellow. The huge chandeliers twinkled above us, as we walked on the carpeted red.

We finally approached a big hall, with a long table in the middle. The table was loaded with plates and untouched food, as people slowly came in from either end of the hall.

"Matteo Vensi." A man in a blue suit said stopping us. He had a scar on the side of his face, the fake smile displayed on his face making it stretch.

"Francois." Matteo said.

"Isn't it a pleasure to meet you here, after all these years? Ah, and it seems you brought a guest with you." He said, his accent having a thick french one.

His eyes turned to me, a disgusting look taking over his face as he checked me out with a smirk. "What a beauty you are." He said slowly. I gave him no reply, but even then he grabbed my hand and leaned in to kiss it before I could move.

I felt his dry filthy lips touch my skin, and an uncomfortable chill went down my spine.

"If you don't mind." The man said, keeping his gaze on me. "I'd like to say something in private." He said glancing at Matteo.

Matteo gave him no reaction. "We've got nothing to discuss." He said.

"Ah but I think we do." He said smiling showing us his three golden teeth. "After all, I didn't get this scar for nothing." He said.