Giovanni

Chapter 10

Giovanni Ellis:

I sit in my room with a huge plate of food in front of me. It's been sitting in the same spot for ten minutes since Arnold dropped it off in here. I hadn't even realized I was hungry until the food was dropped off. Arnold had briefly told me I needed to eat and go to sleep because again I hadn't noticed I was actually exhausted. I had run for a full night and then been stuck in a dungeon where the only sleep I got was basically because I was knocked out.

I stare down at the big plate of steak, potatoes, and green beans with my eyes narrows. I turn my head to my bedside table to study the cup of water. I look around the room slowly and then gaze back at the plate. Are they watching me right now? Are there cameras in this room?

I rise from the bed and search around the room quickly trying to find anything that resembles a camera. Once I open the closet door and start searching around I pause. Am I being stupid? Probably. There is no way they would be able to see me on the bed from the closet. Even if the door wasn't closed. 

I sigh with defeat and go back to my bed sitting in the same position I was before. I gaze at the plate of food again and my stomach growls. I pick up the plate and sniff it quickly before ultimately deciding I'm not going to eat it. I place it on the table next to me and hold my stomach. It's had to have been at least twenty-four hours since I last had a meal. I didn't have one in the dungeons but I'm sure I ate a ham sandwich before I left Jamesons farm. That should hold me for at least another day or two. It is now I'm thinking of being a werewolf.

I lay in the bed mentally exhausted but not able to fall asleep. As much as I wish my eyes would close they won't. I groan and turn over in the bed looking out of the window. It seems so far from me but the tree-line is just there. If I jump out of the window right now and make a run for it maybe I could make it by sunrise. The sun has just set and the wind blows briskly as the seasons are about to change.

Thora.

Her name pops into my brain for the first time since she left. I've tried to occupy my mind to keep that from happening but it's hard. I've only been able to occupy my time for so long before I ran out of things to stress about.

A week here is going to feel like months. I only hope it passes soon so I can get out of here and back to my life. I don't plan on taking the money shes offered. I don't want to owe anybody any favors. I just want to dip out of her like peacefully.

Surely someone as beautiful as she has suitors lining up to take their place next to her on the throne. Why she'd want me is beyond me. I'm disgusting and I definitely don't deserve her. She should be with someone who is also of high standing. I'm just a broken-down rogue with barely enough strength to hold his own. 

A knock on the door brings me out of my on-going Thora marathon and I jolt up.

"Sir?" Liam asks knocking on the door and opening it slightly. "Sir I am here to collect your dishes," He says and then stops in his tracks when his eyes land on the plate.

"Take it," I mutter holding still as he walks closer to grab the plate and glass.

"Sir, would you rather the kitchens make you something different?" Liam asked still confused. Werewolves eat a lot especially ones of my height and age so it must be unsettling that the plate is still intact after Arnold brought it in half an hour ago.

"No," I shake my head and then add "Thanks."

"Sir, are you sure? You haven't eaten in at least two days from my understan-" I shake my head again.

"I'm not hungry," I lie. I'm not eating some random plate of food they place in front of me. If I didn't see it being prepared I am not eating it.

"Sir," He says at a loss for words.

"Please just take it," I mumble and Liam gives a brief nod and takes the plate and glass away. Before he leaves the room I stop him. "Liam, can we keep this between us?" He hesitates.

"Of course, Sir." He bows and leaves the room. I let out a semi-relaxed sigh and lay on the bed again.

I don't know how long I can get out of eating. I touch my forehead and wince. A migraine starts and I close my eyes willing it to go away. I reach over and turn the light off and moonlight illuminates the room. I rise and open the window and breath in the crisp fresh air happily. As I get back in the bed and close my eyes I sigh in content.

Finally, my mind stops running so widely and I give into my tired mind and fall asleep.

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I open my eyes and I am looking down on Thora in a different bed than my own. I'd assume this is her room. Her hands are tied to the headboard with a belt and she looks up at me with a sultry gaze. She wears lacy undergarments and a goddess does she look good.

I climb on the bed and hover just above her as she leans up towards my neck. She peppers kiss all up and down my neck and my eyes close in a pleaser. She pauses at my ear and nips it a bit with a giggle "I want you, Giovanni." She says hotly making me groan. She giggles again starts kissing me some more before she brings her face to mine. She leans up prepared to kiss me and it's then that I feel it. She places her hand on my crotch over my boxers and squeezes slightly. My eyes widen and my heart hammers in my chest.

I jolt awake with my heart going a mile a minute. What the hell was that? I've never had a dream like that before and I hope I never do again.

I lean over the side of the bed and begin to dry heave as if my stomach is trying to throw itself out. I finally stop and lay back on the bed blinking rapidly. I never want Thora to ever touch me like that. She will never touch the disgusting thing that lies between my legs and I will never let her. She should never even want to.

I sit up in the bed deciding sleep isn't for me. Instead, I turn the light on and stare at the ceiling and think. I need to do something drastic if I want to get out of here sooner than a week. I need to do something to make Thora reject me.