COMMITMENT: BWWM ✔️ Book One (Completed)

Commitment: Nia

C H A P T E R 23

Sanders led me to a bathroom by the basement. It's fairly big with black and gold decor. The shower is like a like a large room in itself with remote controlled panels.

I didn't bother looking around any longer because my body was sore, dirty, and tired. I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door making sure I locked it so no one would come in.

The minute the steaming hot water hit my body I sighed in satisfaction, grateful to finally be able to feel some type of relief.

Tears swelled up in my eyes but I put my face in the water to wash them away. I can't cry any longer for this man and I refuse to cry about my situation.

I'm strong and I will get through this shit no matter what it takes me to get there.

I would've spent an entire day in this shower but I knew my time was short when a guard knocked on the door and yelled for me to come out.

Can you say déjà vu?

I got out of the bathroom and paused at the pair of clothing sitting in the sink followed by a towel, a toothbrush and hair products. He must've have someone bring them while I was in here. Did they see me naked? My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of yet another guard peaking at me but I breathed through my nose to calm my nerves.

I grabbed the toothbrush and hair products and did my business. I brushed my hair into a ponytail while looking at my bruised face and marked skin. I looked down so I won't have to see how broken my face looks and how hurt my eyes were.

Next, I grabbed the dress I was given and stared at it. It's a beautiful black dress with thin straps, a low v-neck, and a slit at the leg. It's tight fitted showing my every curve and the dress reached down to my ankles. I smooth the dress out with my hands and sighed again.

It's time to pretend like I'm okay...

I left out of the bathroom, leaving my dirty clothes folded up on the bathroom sink for whoever to clean and I stepped in front of Sanders who was leaning against the wall across from me with his hands in his pockets.  His brown hair gelled to perfection and his eyes staring at me intensely.

I just stood awkwardly, waiting for him to tell me where to go next but he just kept staring at me.

"When the time comes and you have to choose between me and the Italians, who would you pick?"

Apollo's words come back to haunt me as I stared at Sanders. Who would I choose?

I should've said myself. Because that's all I have right now.

"You look stunning, Nia." He hands me a pair of heels I didn't see him holding and I took them.

"Thanks." I say dryly and his eyes darken. Probably because I didn't show any enthusiasm to his oh so nice words.

I almost scoffed. It's still fuck you.

He takes a step towards me when I was done tying the strings but I retracted and hit the wall behind me. He pauses to glare at me before holding his arm out.