•Davina Alexander•
"Are you a virgin?" Diavolo asked.
"No."
"When did you lose your virginity?"
I lied "Sixteen."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," It's technically not a lie.
He scratched his right eyebrow; seemed frustrated — not good for me "How old are you?"
"Twenty, I turn twenty-one this November," I need to be more cooperative.
He hummed "Do you want to ask me anything?"
I nodded slowly "Where am I?" It came out as a whisper.
"Somewhere in upstate New York," he replied.
I gulped. Hawai'i is far away.
"What am I supposed to do tonight?" My heart fell to my stomach at the anticipation. I can assume what my purpose here is, but I keep on wishing it isn't true.
"Whatever I order you to do," he stood up, and even with the heels on he's taller than me. "Take me to your room," he said, fixing his jacket.
My heart commenced beating faster, echoing inside my body. However, I had to comply because I don't want to find out the consequences. I nodded jumping off the stool and grabbing his hand.
The people opened for us again and nobody looked as we walked between them. As soon as my heel touched the first step, they went back to doing whatever they were doing; as if they had been instructed not to look.
As I walked up the stairs with Diavolo behind me, I could feel his gaze. I remember my room being at the end of the hall. Once we reached it, the door was opened by a man.
Upon entering I saw a set of lingerie on the bed and a vase filled with condoms — neither were there before.
The sound of those packages opening is my worst nightmare; nothing good ever comes after.
He closed the door which startled me "Davina, look at me," he said.
I turned around "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Take my jacket off," he never took his eyes off me; he'll have his way with me tonight, and I will be left with more nightmares to remember mine by.
I nodded, walking around him to reach for the lapels and gently take it off. Once the jacket was in my hands, I placed it on the bed and stood in front of him, waiting for the next instructions.
"Put it on," he said, rolling up his sleeves.
My eyes glanced at the lingerie set "H-here?" I stuttered, turning my head to him.
"Well, yes," he crossed his arms.
I nodded, grabbing the three-piece set.
"Not that, I meant the jacket, Davina," he took the lingerie from my hands and tossed it over his shoulder.
I turned around and slowly looked up at him "Put the jacket on, I won't repeat myself again," he told and showed me a gentle smile.
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Saved by the Devil [EDITING]
RomanceDavina Alexander is a 20-year-old girl who, for over a decade, has been an object of trade. Diavolo DeLuca, a worldly businessman of muted feelings. With a past like his, no wonder he has a hard shell. What lies beneath them?
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