Mia’s pov
As I watched Lorenzo leave, a scowl settled on my face.
He hasn’t even bothered to inform me of where it is that I’m accompanying him to, so I’d know what to actually dress in.
I scowled down at my plate, slowly losing the interest to keep on eating my breakfast now that my mood has been ruined.
With a long sigh, I pushed my chair back and rose to my feet, and then I began to clear out the table at once.
After making the first trip to the kitchen, the chef hurried out along with me and hastily began to assist me with clearing the rest of the table.
“Was there something wrong with the food, ma’am?” She asked once the table had been completely cleared and we were both in the kitchen, standing across each other.
I felt taken aback and instantly began to shake my head.
“What? Why would you think that?” I asked in shock and she gestured to the counter behind me where the reat of the food was splayed out on.
“I noticed you didn’t eat yours well, and same with the boss.” She paused for a moment. “I wanted to be sure of what you both didn’t like about the food, and If you’d prefer that I refrain from preparing this kind of food again.”
“Oh no! That’s not the case at all.” I said in reassurance and noticed as her eyes lit up a little at once.
“Are you sure, ma’am?”
I nodded my head before walking towards the sink and washing my hands in a stream of warm water.
“It’s Mia, and yes, I’m very much certain.” I responded and waited till I was facing her once again before continuing.
“The problem wasn’t the food, it was me. Once I began to eat, I realized I wasn’t feeling really hungry, and I’d love to eat the leftovers later.” I explained, watching as she beamed brightly.
“And as for the boss, I’m certain he liked the food, but he gets into some… special moods, and he probably has somewhere important to be at this morning, which is probably why he couldn’t eat a lot too.”
Kat was full on beaming at this point, although her smile turned bashful at a certain point, and I found that endearing in a way.
After a few more moments, I exited the kitchen and made my way upstairs. Although this time, I’m sure I’m most certainly not prepared to stay in my room all day doing absolutely nothing until when I’d have to get ready this evening.
And so, I wandered down the hallway for the first time since I’ve been here, even though as soon as I began to do so, I knew it was an extremely bad idea.
I stopped in front of the first door after mine, and my shoulders tensed up nervously as I grabbed the doorknob and pulled on it. The door opened at once, and even though that was obviously supposed to happen since I had been the one to pull the knob down, it had still felt extremely shocking to me once the door opened. Probably because a part of me had just assumed the entire doors was going to be locked.
I pushed the door open completely and glanced around the interior of the room. There was no bed laying around, or anything that could give off the vibe of this room being lived in.
Although, there was a small, dusty looking box in the far end of the bedroom.
My curiosity was extremely thick as it clawed at my throat from the inside of my chest; threatening to tear out my heart should I walk into the room and try to get the box open.
But I ended up ignoring the pressing urge to do that, because I knew I might instantly end up as dead meat as soon as Lorenzo finds out that I’ve been in here.
And so I closed the door softly and breathed out a long sigh. I glanced down the rows of doors down the hallway and wondered which one belonged to Lorenzo, which made me began to dwell on the fact that I’ve never seen him entering or existing his bedroom before, meanwhile he has gotten into my bedroom countless times.
After a few more moments, I turned around and made my way into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. With that in mind, I decided to take a nap since I have nothing to do until evening time.
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When I woke up, I realized I had overslept and a cuss fell past my lips as I tore off my clothes and hopped into the shower. The shower lasted approximately two minutes, making it the fastest shower I’ve ever taken.
As I was getting dressed, I realized that I didn’t know what I’m actually getting dressed for. I cussed Lorenzo out in my head as I went through the clothes in the closet. Some dresses might have probably made me underdressed, and some overdressed, which left me feeling extremely confused.
I’d have called Lorenzo for him to give me a rundown of where we’re going to so I’d know what to dress in, but I don’t own a phone, which made it impossible for me to do that.
I ended up settling on a long gown after so much back and forth, hoping it would have to do.
I was fully dressed when Lorenzo arrived, but he didn’t seem pleased as he took in my attire.
“What is this? Are we going to a church?” He demanded in irritation, standing in the doorway of my bedroom and wearing an unimpressed look as usual.
“You didn’t give me a dress code! How was I supposed to know what to get dressed in?” I fired back without thinking. Lorenzo stared at me silently for long seconds before stalking towards me.
“Change out of that.”
“What?” I whispered as I backed away from him.
“Right now. And dress in something flimsy. You’re supposed to dress like my date, aka someone I’d most likely go to in a club, not like some Pastor’s wife.” He explained as he stared down at me. I swallowed emptily while trying not to breathe his scent in.
“This wouldn’t be happening right now if you had…”
I was still speaking when he inched even closer and responded. “Shut up.”
I gulped emptily and made one more attempt to get another word out, but the sudden tangling of his fingers in my hair right before my head got jerked back, and then I felt his lips ghost over the curve of my throat as he warned me to behave. A mortifying sound spilled past my lips when he pulled away, and my knees wobbled a little.
“Uh, can you turn around–” I began to whisper but he tsked without making a move to do that.
Not knowing how one thing led to the other, I bit on my bottom lip and trembled a little as he pulled down the zip of my dress. He had gruffly asked me to turn around a few moments ago and I had done that without question, because his tone had left room for none.
The feeling of his finger sliding down the middle of my spine as he unzipped my dress right before it pulled at my feet, made my eyes flutter.