Selfish

Chapter 52

It's been three days since I've been locked up in this presidential suite with Charlie. The anticipation is killing me. He has not spoken a single word to me since he took from the side of the lake. I watch silently from my bed as men in black suits come and go, receiving orders from Charlie and walking out. It's almost like I'm not here. I hear him making arrangements over the phone, talking to Irina, to some guy named Alec and getting updates from his men. The only time I am truly acknowledged is when dinner comes and I'm forced to sit at the table beside him and eat in a painfully awkward silence until he's satisfied with his meal. 

However, today is different. I watch him get up from his desk and walk in his room. Seconds later, he comes out with a shopping bags from Gucci and Aldo, and walks up to my bed and sits down at the edge. I crawl all the way back until I'm pressed against the headboard and glare at him. He doesn't take it seriously, he just smiles at me and places the bags in the center of the bed.

"I want you to wear that tonight for dinner," he said with a normal tone. "We're having a special guest tonight. Everything you need is inside, I also expect you to continue using the highly expensive makeup I bought you."

"I didn't ask you for it," I reply.

He tilts his head to the side. "And what kind of father would I be if I don't spoil my little girl after twenty some years."

"Father my ass. I'm not having dinner with you or that special guest."

His eyes darken. I lean further into the headboard as he leans closer and quietly says, "do not piss me off, Isabella, or you'll get what's coming to you." He stands up and walks back to his room. Just before he closes the door, he turns to me and says, "wait, did I say guest? As in singular?" He laughs. "I meant guests. We have a big night ahead of us."

The doors close. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I can't. I know the Cullen's might be looking for me, if they don't believe I abandoned them. I just hope they're keeping Mia somewhere safe, far from Charlie's reach. Yeah, he's been buying me clothes and other things and forcing me to wear them, it's almost sadistic at some point. At least from my point of view. He says he plans to wipe Forks off the maps, but is that psychically possible? I mean, it happens in movies and in books, but he can't have the resources to actually accomplish that, does he?

I grab the bags off the bed and head to the bathroom to dress. The dress is lacy black, almost like the one I wore to the ball when I went to the very first time. The heels match perfectly. They're so beautiful, I hate them. Only because they come from that man. I let my curly hair down and fix my makeup. I am not gonna go overboard to look my best for some low life bastards that are coming tonight, whoever they are. The door of the bathroom later opens as I'm doing the finishing touches to my makeup and Charlie walks in wearing a very expensive tuxedo. I carefully watch him as he leans on the frame of the door and smiles at me in a very creepy way.

"You look just like your mother."

"Fuck you."

He smiles and reaches in his pocket. I almost gasp when I see him pull out the biggest, most expensive diamond I've ever seen and hangs from a golden chain. Charlie walks up to me, sits me on the stool in front of the mirror and pulls my hair to the side without even asking permission. I watch him as he places the necklace around my neck and looks at me through our reflection.

"I gave your mother this necklace when she told me she was pregnant," he said in a low, but threatening tone. Suddenly it feels as if the necklace is setting my skin on fire. I swallow. He smiles at me and the necklace tightens around my neck. "She kept it on during the entire pregnancy until you were given back to me. You were wearing it. I want you to keep it."