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23. 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕥𝕠-𝕓𝕖

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Myra's POV
I blinked sleepily, my vision swimming into focus. The room was unfamiliar, the heavy scent of leather and cigar smoke clinging to the air like a lingering fog. My head throbbed, a dull ache that grew with the realization that I had no idea how I had ended up here. The opulent decor, the silk sheets, the dark, polished furniture - none of it belonged to me. Panic began to creep in, a chilling whisper at the edge of my consciousness.

The figure at the edge of the bed grew clearer. Dante. His presence in the room was a force unto itself, a silent thunderstorm that seemed to suck the air out of the space around him. He was dressed in a crisp, black shirt that stretched taut across his broad shoulders, the top few buttons undone to reveal a hint of tanned, muscular chest. His eyes, cold and piercing, bore into mine, and I felt a strange, magnetic pull towards him, despite the danger that radiated from his very being.

My heart raced as I woke up to find myself wearing an oversized hoodie and my pants on. This wasn't my shirt and I couldn't remember how I ended up dressed like this. Did he undress me and change my clothes while I was unconscious? The thought made my skin crawl.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself sweetheart. The maid changed your shirt not me. And let me tell you, you're not even close to being my type, I have a certain standard and sorry to burst your bubble, but you don't meet it. Now let's get back to business"

"Dianne?
My phone, where's my phone?"
I asked,the memories of last night came back,.
I hope she's ok.

"What do you want to do with it?"
He asked, the audacity.

"It's my fucking phone,I want to make a call."

"You don't want to get punished by me,I suggest you quit those nasty attitude of yours."

"Can I please have my phone? I want to call my friend."

"Dianne? right?"

"Yeah."

"She called last night after you foolishly passed out,.
I told her you are perfectly fine with me, and she agreed."

"What?"

"She didn't even asked any questions, because this is what you do often, hook up, right cheap whore?"

"Don't judge a book by it's cover. My clothing does not define me as a person. You don't know my story, my struggles or my character. So before you label me a whore take a step back and try to understand me as a human being."
I gritted out.

"I don't need to know you to see what you are. A desperate pathetic little slut."

I've had enough of this man,I made my way out of the bed, and started making my way to the the door, but it was locked.

"I want to leave, now."

"Do you even realize who you are talking to?"

"I don't care, I want to leave. Open this door."

"You've seen alot yesterday, the shootings, and you fucking threatened to report me."

"I've already told you yesterday that I won't report you,I won't say anything to anyone. Please let me go."

He stood up, walking to me and I walked backed, until my back hit the wall and I gasped. No way home, Myra!

The tension between us was palpable as the he cornered me against the wall, his intense gaze never leaving me. I could feel his power and control over me making my heart race with both fear and desire.