Dollface

Part 10

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
How awful can one person be? If at first I thought Simon was avoiding conversation and interaction with me, I was incredibly wrong. He was without a doubt trying to ignore me the rest of the way.

I knew what he was thinking now, disgusting thoughts, passionate desires. Simon is so twisted it makes me sick. Sick because there was a chance I wanted that too...

After landing, me and Simon were escorted to my Dad's car where he was waiting for us. I hadn't dared open my mouth and say what a tiring journey it was, no one was talking as a couple of men packed our things into the trunk.

A driver sat in the front while I sat between my Dad and Simon, there was a sick feeling of neglect in the air.

D: I guess you've both had pretty stressful days.

My dad started, breaking the silence.

D: I think it's a good time to rest and relax until we officially attend the affairs. Especially you, Simon.

I stared ahead and refused to respond. Simon, however, was a little less stiff than me and nodded his head.

S: That would be great, sir. Thank you.
D. Isa.
I: Yes?
D: I hope you behaved yourself and also that you listened and caused Simon less trouble than he already had.

The way my lips parted and my voice caught in my throat with hesitation would assure anyone that I did neither, which isn't entirely true. I wanted to say that Simon gave me a hard time himself, but I didn't.

We arrived on a sloping road surrounded by trees and beautifully built houses. Ours, however, consisted of at least four together, the place was so big it could have been called a museum. But it was quite

Modern; there were lots of large bulletproof windows and a large driveway lit with several lights.

I take a deep breath and went to get my things from the trunk, but the man who had driven us stopped me.

?: It's fine, Signora I've got this.

I smile a grateful thank you before turning around and coming face to face with Simon. The darkness in his eyes looked in my direction and saw the horrified expression on my face. I stared at him as he bossed around a few men at the front door of our new home. I watched as he disappeared into the house, waving his hand for me to follow.

The driver, who I soon learned was Antonio, tried to make conversation with Simon as he led us to my new bedroom.

A: How long have you been working for Mr. Gates?
S: Eleven years, starting at thirteen.
A: Thirteen? That's a very young age.
S: I suppose.

We reach my room and Simon is standing by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He's just watching me, my every move.

All I did was watch the room, it's not like I was in any danger and he had to be staring at me. My fingers brush against the soft peach silk curtains as I enjoyed the view from my window.

I then start to search through my bags on my bed, ignoring Simon who was still standing where he was before. I pulled out everything I needed for a shower, which was desperately needed, and frowned.

Simon, still standing like a statue.

I: Are you just going to stand there?

He didn't answer and acted like I hadn't even spoken. I sigh and decide to leave him alone and head to the bathroom.

~~~~
My father approaches me in the hallway and takes my hand.

D: Isa, you need to find a stunning dress for the occasion tonight.
I: Okay, I can do that.
D: Simon will accompany you.

Is all he said as I sighed and nodded slowly.

~~~~
I fixed the straps of my white crop top and paired it with blue jeans and a matching oversized black leather jacket.

My skin was covered in goosebumps as I saw Simon once more. His hair was damp from a recent shower, his black shirt carelessly loosened around the collar, letting the tattoos on his chest wander.

I look away from him as he walks past me, expecting me to follow him to the car. I let myself into the car as he turns the keys, nervously placing my hands in my lap. I don't understand why I'm so nervous. He made it clear that he was only there to protect me, but all I could think about on the way there was the conversation playing over and over in my head.

We approach a jewelry display window and I stop to admire them.

?: Ti piace questi? (Do you like these?)

A guy next to me asks, I turn around and see an undoubtedly handsome guy smiling charmingly at me, finally all that time I spent learning 50 strange languages was put to good use.

I: Si, mi piace piu di le collene qui loro sono bellisima. (Yes. I like most of the necklaces here. They are beautiful.)
?: Come tu. (Like you).

He was flirting, my mouth opened to thank him, but a cough behind me interrupted me, the guy glanced at Simon and swallowed his angry look.

S: Isa, you shouldn't run away.

He growled and grabbed my arm tightly. I didn't react much, knowing that we couldn't afford to make a scene in public. Before I even had the chance to say goodbye to the stranger, Simon dragged me away to a clothing store.

S: Don't go away again! Do you understand me?

I grinned a little and tucked a strand of hair that was blown into my face by the ceiling fan behind my ear.

I: Wait... are you... jealous?
S: I would rip my eyes out first if I were jealous.

He ran his hands over his face to calm himself, taking a deep breath, my amusement not helping much.

I: You're jealous.

I said confidently.

I: Calm down first.

I put my hand on his shoulder and immediately regretted it later when his eyes burned into my hand. I looked and snatched my hand away from him, causing him to continue his intense stare at my face.

S: Get your dress and we're out.