Am I crazy to believe that I trust this man already? To follow him to wherever it is he's taking me? Can I simply just let myself be ordered around? Yes. I can, Im not sure what it is that impulses me to want to follow every order, to the exact T when it comes to Sylas Aquila, I do not know what urges me to kneel at his feet and kiss the ground beneath him. Yet, I find myself with an ounce of defiance, will that ounce be a problem? That's my fear.
As of right now, my only concern and fear is how fast this man is driving. My back pressed firmly in his leather seats of his Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG. I clasped the seatbelt tightly with both hands and shut my eyes silently praying to make it out alive. "Mr. Aquila please slow down, I..I can't do this" my voice shaking as I looked at him with a silent plead.
His gaze softened for a fraction of a second before hardening. He huffed a breath, and continued to race through traffic, his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. I frowned feeling tears welling up, hearing my pulse thumping in my ear brought massive fear. 103 mph is not a pleasant stroll, not with mild traffic and constant swerving, it's too much. Too much. I clenched the seatbelt at my chest. My eyes darting around from the blurring images outside the windows, and the speedometer on his dashboard.
Sensing my discomfort, I felt the car slow down and stopping by a curb. "Take a deep breath Olivia", though he said my name, it sounded like he was reassuring himself. I looked at him like he was insane, I stepped outside the car fuming, instantly regretting it as im met with flashing lights and a bombardment of questions from reporters. I continued walking away.
Are you Aquila's new fling? What's your name? How'd you meet? Has he hurt you, yet?
Okay, what? Hurt me? What are they talking about? I turned back around to look at the reporter that asked that. My face held confusion, whilst his held a malicious smirk. I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but quickly shut down by a hand grabbing hold of my arm tightly as it dragged me away from the reporters that were now detained by men in black suits.
"You're lucky we arrived on time."
I looked up and saw Mr. Aquila fuming, we entered the building, and a whiff of European baked goods hit my nose, making my stomach grumble at the smell. The hostess looked up smiling at Mr. Aquila, however, scowling at the sight of me in his hold. "How may I help you today sir?" She smiled up at him. "Aquila table for two. Asap." She nodded curtly, smile faltering at the sight of me "Right this way sir."
Once at the table Sylas looked at the waiter, "I'll have an Irish Coffee" he ordered, the waiter looked astonished. "Sir we don't serve alcoholic beverages at this establishment", I watched as Sylas' facial expressions turned sour. Feeling his grip tighten around my arm made me whimper in pain. "Did I stutter kid?" Sylas was an impatient man, rude even, but I just hope to never receive that end of the stick. The waiter looked at me briefly before smiling politely at Mr.Aquila "Right away sir", once the boy left he loosened his grip on my arm. Pinching the bridge of his nose Sylas dragged me towards the restrooms I looked back to the main entrance and saw security had cleared the place entirely for us two.
He pulled me into the ladies room, once inside he let me go in order to check the stalls for any other people inside, once checked he came back to lock the door. I stared at him terrified, what did I get myself into? Why did the reporter ask if he's hurt me? Has he hurt others before? I mean he just dragged me around by my arm which will surely bruise...but it didn't hurt. I'm fine, right? "-ivia Olivia listen to me" I snapped out of my thoughts as I stare at his eyes.
I feel tears threatening to fall down.
"Wh..what are you doing?" Panic running through me as he neared me. My hip hit the sinks I look down to see the marble counter. What type of man is he? I looked up to meet the cold look in his eye. "Oh Olivia, you have to start listening before you meet consequences you wont be able to handle. I do not tolerate many things little one. Disobedience being one of them." He placed his hands on each side of me caging me in lowering his head right by my ear.
"Do you understand what you did wrong Olivia?" I shook my head slightly, sighing he moved his head to look at me straight in the eyes. "If I recall correctly you said you understood what I said about the press, now correct me if i'm wrong here Livy, did you. or did you not. do the exact opposite of what I told you not to do?" His eyes glowering upon my lips, as I wet them, I let out a shaky breath. "Yes Sir. I apologize" I lowered my gaze, "What did you do little one?" He waited as patiently as he could, "I let the questions they asked get to me" I whispered, scared of his reaction. Only to hear a hum of approval.
"I never harmed anyone Olivia, nor will I harm you." My gaze remained the same, "Look at me."
His thumb placed under my chin, he brought my face to meet his once more. "Trust me I wouldn't do anything you truly didn't like." His lips only centimeters apart from mine. My emotions going haywire, I'm sure by now my face is beet red. His eyes roguish as he stared at my lips.
A phone rang, his face simmered to annoyance, he stared at me, his eyes roaming from head to toe. "Fix yourself. I'll be waiting at the table", he walked out unbothered to look behind him. Once the door closed. I whipped around to see a frantic girl, my curls messy and not in a cute way. I'd take offense to his blunt order, but seeing my reflection, sounded more like a suggestion.
My eyes looked dazed with fear, the ringing hadn't stopped. Slapping myself back to reality, I picked the phone up with shaky hands, Mom, what do I tell mom? I answered. "Honey why didn't you pick up the first time?" I heard her worried dulcet voice. "M..Mom he- hey sorry I was... um busy" I mentally facepalmed myself, my shoulders sagged at how shaky my voice came out.
'"Why do you sound so shaken up? What's wrong? Shall I get your father?" My thoughts seemed to gather quickly "NO! I mean No Mom i'm perfectly fine i'm just winded from all the errands i've ran" I nodded my head frantically liking the idea of that excuse. "Oh hun, don't over work yourself okay? You're too young to be too stressed out" I can visibly see her frown. I smiled for what seemed like the first smile today, "Mom I will call you once i'm home okay? I have to run" I suggested nervously. " Of course don't forget about your family Livy, Anthony misses his sister" she mildly scolded, "No mom of course not" I rolled my eyes, Anthony does NOT miss me, but i sure miss him. Looking back up to the mirror, feeling my smile falter at the sight. Jesus woman compose yourself.
As soon as I heard her hang up, I took a few breathes to calm down, I combed my hair with my fingers and adjusted my clothing to look presentable. You need this job Olivia, keep your head together. Everyone has a weird boss, just be glad yours is attractive. Wait what? No no I shook my head brushing the thought away. I focused on my breathing, focused on the ground beneath me.
All the who, what, why's came at me like a slap to the face. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I just knew this job is something I need. With that in mind, my feet started to move on their own accord, soon I found myself heading towards the table. His back was facing me, I suddenly was hesitating whether or not to continue my way to him.
"Sit down Livy, don't keep me waiting any longer" he brought the cup of bourbon to his lips. I sat down in front of him staring at him cautiously, afraid of what's to come..if there was anything to come. "Order whatever you'd like" he said placing the cup in front of him his devilish gaze fixed on me "Anything you'd like."
The smirk on his face as he brought the cup to his lips once more had me feeling things and I wasn't sure what they were.
