Mia’s POV
A few nights later, I found myself cross-legged and locked in my room. There was no lock on the door but they might as well have been because I couldn’t leave the room, food was brought to me at intervals in the morning afternoon, and then in the evening by a plump lady who always had a perpetual scowl on her face.
Like I was the cause of her life problems.
At some point, I began to seriously wonder if there was somebody that was always making her angry every damn time or if that was just how she appeared no matter how she was feeling at the moment, though I’m sure that I made her angry with the way I always suspiciously eyed any food that she bought for me.
A little voice in the back of my mind was always telling me that there was a chance that the food was poisoned, but then I consider that if this man really wanted me dead, he wouldn’t go through the roundabout way of poisoning my food and so I would eat it.
Someone like him doesn’t seem like the kind to take someone’s life that way.
Someone like him would want the death to actually hurt.
Despite the food being well cooked, It felt like I was shoving rocks down my throat no matter how much I tried to enjoy it.
That was because no matter how well treated I was, it didn’t change the fact that I was a prisoner. A prisoner with gold and silver bars, but that didn’t change anything.
I still constantly lived in fear.
A man that could kill a powerful mafia lord and kidnap the daughter of another without any sort of hesitations, was enough reason for me to be extremely terrified of him.
And then he said he was going to punish me, for making him feel a certain way, which he didn’t bother to elaborate.
He had just glared at me with those alluring and frightening blue eyes after spewing some unclear stuff relating to innocence, right before he rose to his full height and stepped out of the room.
That was the last time that I had seen him in days.
I swiftly dropped the book that I was reading on the bed when I heard footsteps approaching the room and then finally the door began to crack open and my heart began to race but it was just the lady that brought my food every day however instead of a tray of delicacies on her hand she was instead holding a rectangular shaped box with golden intricacies on the edges, and then she placed it on my bed and said.
“He wants you to wear this. He would be here in less than ten minutes,”
Of course, I was not told who he was, but obviously, I knew it was their boss.
I didn’t need that to be spelt out to me.
When I opened the box my jaw fell to the floor inside. It was a very flimsy-looking dress that was literally transparent. I looked at her with my jaw still hanging open, and as expected, the scowl on her face tightened.
“Stop acting like a fish out of water.” She snapped and I slapped my mouth shut instantly.
“He’d be arriving here soon, so you had better not make him wait,” She said in the harsh tone and then walked away, slamming the door after her.
“… and make sure you shower as well.” She added as soon as she abruptly opened the door once again.
Finally I was left alone, with the stupidly revealing gown that left nothing to the imagination.
How was I supposed to wear this in front of him? I was mortified by the thought of doing that.
Was it some sick kind of joke? Why the hell would he asked me to dress up to begin with?
He wasn’t killing me any longer?
Or perhaps, he wanted to have some fun with me before finally killing me? The thought of that sent a nauseous feeling over me.
What if he walked in here and then I was not in the gown like he’d have been expecting me to? Then he’d become so furious and he’d pull out his gun to shoot me without any hesitation.
The thought alone was enough to make cold sweat run down my forehead. With a resigned sigh, I went ahead to take the shower quickly as the plump woman had instructed. Once I was done, I slipped the sheer material over my shapely body and as I looked into the mirror, my eyes instantly strayed over my curves.
I had the perfect hourglass figure, the measurements were on point and along with my twin who’s a mirrored image of me, we’ve both been complimented by different designers and seamstresses countless times because of our figures.
My sour mood soured even more as my mind slowly strayed towards my current predicament.
How was I supposed to stand in front of the intimidating and scary man wearing something this sheer? I could see the shape of my boobs in the mirror and my nipples left two dots on the surface of the dress.
All the blood in my body seemed to rush from the tip of my ears, flooding into my cheeks as I imagined his intimidating eyes looking me up and down.
With another sigh, I reached for a bathrobe and slipped it on.
That might make him annoyed, but there’s no way I can bring myself to sit in the bedroom while waiting for him in that sheer dress.
I also slipped on a pair of underwear, because I practically felt naked without one.
He’s definitely going to shoot me.
The moment I was walking out to the bathroom, the door to the bedroom was flung open and my heart froze up, as soon as I spotted those blazing blue eyes piercing through my entire existence..
I knew that it had only been a couple of days since I last saw him, but beneath all of my fear, I was feeling this slight twinge of excitement as if I was relieved to see him.
I wouldn’t even call it excitement, I must be crazy to do that.
The last time I had saw him, was a few days ago after I had fainted and had opened my eyes to instantly lock eyes with him, and then he had left without saying a word, leaving me throughly unnerved.
I must be losing my mind
He signaled for me to come closer with his long, index finger, and I found myself robotically moving towards him until I was standing just a few inches away from him, right as he closed the door, making fear instantly clog up my mind.
“You got the nightgown I sent for you, right?”
I nodded like a puppet and then he started walking towards me. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do, so I hesitantly inched backwards. The expression on his face wasn’t a pleased one, and a voice in my head pointed out that I was definitely doomed tonight.
The moment my back hit the wall, with him towering over me, I knew I was trapped.
He placed his strong fingers under my chin and jerked my face upwards.
“I hope you’d soon learn that I do not like to repeat myself, sweetheart, did you or did you not receive the gown that I sent to you?”
I gulped down a lump of spit in my throat before saying.
“Actually…yes…”
He pressed himself closer to me, making my breath hitch while my heart pounded erratically against my chest.
“Then can you explain why you are not wearing it right now?”