HOUSE OF HAYDAR - LION OF HAYDAR - Completed

Chapter Five

 After last night's fiasco Bella wasn't staying a moment longer to drag her cases behind her to the foyer of the hotel and went to sit down on a red velvet bench seat to make a phone call to James. The sheikh wasn't expecting her for another hour so plenty of time to leave. Since he was paying she didn't need to check out just pass in her key. She had plenty of money to see her fly home first class all the way if she wanted to. She didn't; all she wanted was to be out of here, out of Paris.

James answered to be told by Bella that she was on her way home. "You can't," he stated factually.

She frowned at his response. "What do you mean I can't?" she asked. She had done this as a favour but enough was enough and she was no-body's tart. "You listen to me I'm catching the first plane out of here."

"No, you listen, if you back out of this deal I will ruin you. You will lose everything, your car, your apartment, and go back to being a no-body. I made you and I can destroy you, do you hear me Bella. I will if you leave the Sheikh. Believe me you won't want to come home. There will be nothing left here for you to come home to, understand." Shaken to the core by his threat she hung up. She had never heard such menace, and he meant it. She had worked too hard to find her spot, to build a little piece of security she had never had in her life before, until now.

"Planning on going somewhere Bella Marshall," a deep voice growled in a deadly tone. Stunned she looked up at the man before her in his usual dark suit over a white shirt first three buttons undone arms crossed and looking displeased.

"No." She stood, claimed her cases and headed towards the elevators. What choice did she have? None, it seemed.

"Then why do you have your cases?" he enquired calmly at her side, irritating her beyond words.

"I thought they needed a breath of fresh air so took them for a walk," came flippant as they stopped at the elevators. Assad signalled his men to take her cases much to her horror and walked away with them.

He took hold of her arm to guide to the private elevator to the Royal suite. "You cannot be trusted it seems, so you will be moving in with me."

She swung on him. "Like hell I am and what? Do you have me watched 24/7, so much for bloody trust." Turning she stormed into the elevator to be followed by Assad.

"Tell me where you were going," he ordered ignoring her outburst as the elevator door closed to take them to the penthouse.

She looked up into dark forbidding eyes. "Nowhere, it seems," she stated as pain flicked through her eyes to lower them. She crossed her arms, leaning against the back wall very aware of the man at her side. "Now I'm to be your prisoner," she said bitterly resenting him and James.

"You're here to do your job Bella," he reminded her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She brushed hair back from her face. It seemed she had no say in her own life anymore to walk out without a backward glance as the elevator doors opened into the suite "To be your tart," she hissed looking around, "so where do I sleep?"

"Bella," he snarled grabbing her upper arm and pulled her hard up against him. "That is enough. You agreed to this."

Her eyes glared at him with resentment and mouth thinned. "I didn't agree to dress like some oversexed tart so let me go and take me to my room now," she ordered.

He ran dark eyes over her jean, T-shirt clad form leaving her feeling so unworthy to be in his presence, to be released. She had dressed in defiance. "It never seemed to bother you before," he noted walking away.

Bella gasped never been so insulted. "I beg your pardon," she said chasing after him. "Don't you dare walk away from me until you explain that comment," she demanded to know, red in the face, eyes boring into his back as he headed into another room.