Mia’s POV
The next house that we went to was even bigger than the last and it had more people. The realization that this meant that the little privacy that I had before would be completely evaporated because of this, made my mood drastically.
“We are going shopping in about half an hour,” He said as he walked past me, after telling a maid to show me to my room that had been prepared before my arrival.
No.
I couldn’t let things go like this even, if I was a prisoner. I still had some say in my own life and so before he could take another step, I grabbed him or at least I tried to grab his hand but was only able to catch a bundle of his V neck top.
He looked back at me instantly; it was as if everything froze when he asked me what I was currently doing with my fingers on his shirt. I hastily bit my bottom lip, wondering if this was a good idea to begin with.
I didn’t want him to yell at me but then my frustration of living like a lifeless doll overpowered my fear at that moment.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” I found myself asking.
His blue eyes narrowed for a millisecond and then returned back to their normal size, I could feel the dozens of eyes from maids who thought they were currently being discrete, but I did not pay any attention to them, rather I kept them fixed on the ocean blue ones that were studying me wearily.
“I have business to attend to,” He pointed out in a cold tone and I was tempted to apologize and back away, but I still stood my ground.
“It’s just for a second. I won’t take much of your time, I promise.”
His gaze remained on me a few more seconds as if he was waiting for me to break and when I didn’t, he pulled my hand away from his shirt and held my wrist in his strong fingers and pulled me up a flight of stairs until we finally came down to a hallway and were alone. My heart was pounding harshly against my chest when he walked into the first room. There were big shelves everywhere, long polished mahogany decks in the midst of the room and the place was tastily furnished as well.
He let go of my hand and then sat on the mahogany desk with his legs crossed. Then he flashed his eyes at me and said in a snappy tone, “What do you want?”
It took me awhile to untie my tongue because I had not expected that I would even be able to come this far before I thought that you would just brush me off and embarrass me in front of everyone but he had actually brought me here to hear out what I wanted to say and so I just stayed myself straightening my back as I opened my lips and forced the words out so that I would not chicken out and keep everything to myself again.
“Since I am posing as your ‘significant other’…”
To say the words alone was making me feel flustered, because just imagining myself walking around with him holding me against him, made me feel like trembling and blushing with embarrassment at the same time because of the infamous reputation that he had.
Everyone has most definitely already know that he was holding me hostage. So, seeing me as his significant other wasn’t just a sign of power, it was also going to bring him more fear and respect.
A fatter who cared about his child would have even attempted to reach out to Lorenzo and try to get me back. But my father had married me off to a very old, creepy man in the first place.
Obviously he didn’t give two fucks about me.
I cleared my throat as I continued to speak.
“… As someone in that position, if we are going to make it more believable, I think that you should allow me…to make some choices for myself…”
His expression was totally blank and neutral as I was speaking, so I kept talking even though I was cautious with my words so that I would not end up annoying him as I usually did.
“Some choices for yourself? Like what?”
His voice had a slight hint of annoyance and tiredness but it was not the usual amount so I continued to speak.
“Like if we have a schedule or if we have to go somewhere together, I would really appreciate it if you would tell me beforehand, and then also, about the clothes shopping…”
I wanted to tell him that I would prefer staying indoors and ordering my clothes online but I had a feeling that that would be crossing the line so much since he had already been two patients I didn’t want to take things too far.
“… Even if it’s not all of them I would like it if I could pick some of the clothes for myself…”
I finally concluded and looked at him waiting for his approval or the lack of it. At this point the worst thing he could do was to not agree with my requests, and possibly mock me a little bit, but I was feeling proud of myself that I was able to talk to him at all like this.
“You are gradually getting very bold…”
He said to me his voice was still as neutral as his face and I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or a complaint so I just decided to take it as a compliment.
“I suppose that I can accommodate those ideas of yours, after all giving you that little freedom can make the relationship more believable so you better put on your best acting skills or else I will take away all of those privileges that I am giving you now,”
I couldn’t believe that he had actually listened to me and before I knew it I found my smile wrapping around my face. He looked at me intently, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement that reminded me of that night that he had come into my room with my ruined wedding gown.
I suddenly remembered the kiss and began to blush.
“All right then, thank you! I’ll see you in an hour and a half for the shopping,” I mumbled as I ran off.