Sadist • Jared Leto

~chapter seven~

Milah's POV

My eye's slowly opened, accustoming to the bright light coming from the lamp. The curtains were closed, but from what I could tell, it was dark outside. I forgot where I was for a second, until I heard a certain someone's voice. 

"Look who finally decided to wake up." 

I sat up, my eyes meeting Jared's piercing blue ones. "How long was I asleep?" I rubbed my eyes, still feeling tired and groggy. 

"A few hours. I went out to do some business, expecting that when I'd come back you would be all ready for me but you were still asleep." He said, with absolutely no emotion in his voice. I didn't think he was mad, but at the same time, you never know. This man was bipolar as hell. 

"Oh... sorry. Are we still going for dinner?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes, because I felt extremely hungry.

"Yes, we are. So hurry up and go take a shower, I'll give you some clothes to wear." He said, his eyes not leaving mine. I didn't know what it was about him, but he had a thing for intense eye contact. Something that I always struggled with. 

I nodded my head, getting off the bed and walking out of the small room and into the bathroom, which was pretty bright. The sink were one of those fancy glass ones, the shower curtain was black and white with a floral design, as well as the rug. 

I stripped from my gross clothes that I've been wearing for what feels like forever, turning on the shower and getting in. The water was cold at first, but I didn't mind. It was pretty humid, so the feeling of cold water on my skin felt amazing. 

I closed my eyes and let the water run down my face and body, suddenly making me feel extremely homesick and alone. No one was with me, other than some psychotic celebrity, my family and friends were left at home while I was at Italy. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, making me let out a big gasp. "What the hell?!" I couldn't see who it was on the outside of the curtain, but I knew it was Jared. The nerve of that man. 

"Calm down, peach. I'm just grabbing something." I heard him say, making me feel extremely exposed and uncomfortable. 

"Jared, I'm like, naked! You can't just come in whenever you want. Taking advantage of the fact that this bathroom doesn't have any locks is a real dick move." I said, covering myself with my arms in case he peeks inside. 

I heard him stop in his tracks, sending a shiver down my spine. "First of all, I'd appreciate it if you didn't swear. Second of all, I'm not taking advantage. I just needed something. It's not like this curtain is see through, so stop overreacting." 

I let out a small huff, but stayed quiet. I knew I wasn't overreacting, I knew that I deserved at least some privacy, but I didn't want to make him anymore angrier than he already was. So I just waited till I heard the door shut again, resuming my shower. 

Once I was all clean, I turned the water off and stepped out, looking around for the pile of clothes that I had to change into, but I couldn't see it anywhere. All I could see was a neatly folded white towel sitting beside the sink, making my eyes go wide. That little son of a bitch took my clothes, didn't he? I let out a loud groan, snatching the towel off the counter and wrapping it around my body, not wanting to risk him walking in and seeing me naked.