Mia’s POV
I was lost as to why he had made me put on my wedding dress that was already ruined and looked like it had been run over by a dumpster truck, but the silent question that I didn’t ask was answered as he began to stride towards me.
Then, in one swift and smooth motion, he leaned down closer to me since he was much taller than I am.
Then, before I could even blink, his lips locked with mine to my shock.
I was supposed to pull away. I was supposed to shove him away from me instantly, because not only was he the man who had made my life miserable, but he was also Lorenzo, who was more or less a monster.
But, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. At first, it was the fear of him getting annoyed at me for attempting to shove him away and shooting me with anger – but soon, it stopped being because of just that.
His lips slanted over mine and I couldn’t even find the strength in me to keep my eyes open. Tingles shot through every inch of my body and when his hand came up to tug on my jaw, right as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I couldn’t stop the whimper that bubbled in my throat even if I wanted to.
My face was flaming up in notification at the realization that I was enjoying him kissing me.
It was the first time he’d kiss me. The first kiss after the one on my wedding day with Romero which I had almost gagged from.
My entire face was burning from embarrassment and before I knew what was happening, my back was against the bed and he was regarding me from the foot of the bed with an unreadable expression on, pulling off the black long-sleeve top he was wearing to reveal a sculpted, tattooed body.
I found myself shamelessly drinking him in. He had tattoo peaking towards both his shoulders and I had a feeling that his entire back had a tattoo over it. There were different tattoos over his arms and biceps, and a few scars were on different spots, but that didn’t make him look less handsome.
A knowing smirk spread out on his face as soon as he noticed my face over his chest and I rolled my eyes internally, averting my gaze from him.
“Now, smile for the camera. You want to give your father a good show after all, don’t you?”
I looked at him in shock, mouth falling open in horror, and my eyes instantly grew so big that they could have popped out of their sockets.
He couldn’t be serious.
I lied to myself for the millionth time.
However, the degenerating smirk on his face said something else I have long suspected that there were cameras planted in my room and this more than confirmed it, meaning that whatever was happening right now, is currently being recorded, and from what he had said, it was probably being recorded to be sent to my father.
All the tingling feeling that I felt a few moments ago immediately sizzled away, knowing that my dignity was about to be stripped from me and it was going to be on camera for my father to watch.
“Please, don’t do this.” I pleaded with him, tears running down my face. But the smile on his face only seems to be getting wider and wider.
“Shut up!” he warned in a harsh whisper and I flinched.
Terror engulfed me as I felt his breath on my neck, which sent goosebumps all over my body.
“Since I can’t push myself enough to put a bullet in your pretty head…then at the very least, your body will have to suffice,”
For the thousandth time, I wondered what I had done to him that was so horrible that he needed to punish me to this extent. I knew that even if I asked him, he wasn’t going to tell me the reason that he felt so passionate about ‘making me pay’, believe me, I’ve tried to get a response from him a few times.
“Undress!” he commanded in a deep growl and If I didn’t care too much about my life right now, I’d actually attempt to argue with him, but I knew better than to question him or refuse his orders.
I knelt on the bed, wincing a little because my knee wasn’t fully healed yet, and I began to painfully pull off the gown from my body, hoping that at the last minute, he would ask me to stop.
But he didn’t say anything until I was in my underwear, dying from embarrassment and wishing I could somehow evaporate into thin air right now. I could feel his eyes on me as I squirmed on the bed, and coupled with the fact that I was currently being recorded, all combined together and made me feel disgusted as hell.
I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but I wasn’t sure Lorenzo was going to like that.
I glanced up at him for a moment and glanced away once again, hastily wiping off the trail of tears that had trickled out, while also trying to cover my bare chest as much as possible with my hands, even though I knew that he was probably going to command me to take off my underwear as well soon.
Knowing my father, he wouldn’t even be emotionally affected by this like Lorenzo has probably hoped. Instead, he’d be worried about the video being exposed to the public and that would mar his public image.
He would be more worried about his pride than me but it was still extremely mortifying to think that my father and his men would see me in this kind of condition.
Several moments passed by and he did not yell at me to continue to undress, and if I wasn’t watching him from the side of my eyes, I’d have thought he wasn’t in here any longer.
I could never really predict this man and this is exactly why.
Wasn’t he going to take advantage of me like he had planned to?
Before I could blunk, he was reaching beside me to plant a punch into that spot on the bed, a loud grunt falling past his lips.
“F*ck this!”
He cursed out loud, sounding so frustrated and I flinched while slowly inching away from him, because I didn’t know what to make of his correct behavior.
He pulled away from the bed after a few more moments and took his long-sleeve, hastily putting it on and buttoning it. A furious scowl was plastered across his face and that made me more scared as I stared at him wearily.
He was so angry that he even did some buttons up wrongly and when he noticed it, he didn’t have enough patience to correct it. Instead, he looked at me pointedly for a moment before averting his gaze.
I was just there kneeling on the bed with the wedding gown that I had worn, spilled next to me.
“Cover yourself with the dress,” He hissed at me and I hastily scrambled to do just that, holding the material against my chest just as he brought out a remote from his posher and pointed it atop one of the curtains in the room, where I suspected there was a CCTV camera.
“You are such a pain,” He finally murmured through an uncomfortable looking scowl, and then turned around, leaving the room.