MAEVE HAWTHORN.
It’s been a week and that jerk still hasn’t stopped ignoring me. Not like I want him to, in fact, he shouldn’t and days later he’ll come stumbling back to my door and spitting out trash.
“That would be my chance to finally crush him!” I said into the phone through gritted teeth, the words grounded between my teeth as they came out and Scarlett bursted out laughing.
“I’ll reject him so badly that he would wish that he had never come to me, no, he’s going to wish he’d never been born.” I snarled.
My best friend was still laughing at my misery and half baked anger while I put my eyeshadow on and got ready for our outing for the day.
I’ve trained my mind to forget everything about Enzo, even down to the way he fucks but no matter how hard I try, I keep getting flashbacks that ruin me.
“I’m on my way out now, I’ll meet you at the mall.” I said into the phone, blowing her a kiss before hanging up the phone and making my way out of my room.
Opening the door, I was met with a surprise that made my insides twist and my stomach churn as raw anger shot through every fiber of my being.
Enzo’s men were waiting by the door, neither of them were smiling and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what that meant.
I’ve seen movies and read books and when a situation like this comes up, it’s mostly always because the guy doesn’t want the lady to go out so he’s putting her under strict surveillance.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” I sighed exasperatedly as I closed the door and stepped until I was face to face with the men.
“What the hell are you doing?” I questioned, “did Enzo ask you not to let me go out because you can send my word to him telling him to go fuck himself because I don’t care how strong or macho you are, I AM GOING!” I yelled.
I’d already drawn attention to myself and most of the maids that were working on the floor had stopped to get a whiff of what’s going on.
Sometimes ago, I would have cared because I wanted them to like me but right now, I couldn’t give a flying rat’s ass whether they like me or not.
I already have Clara and that’s enough for me. I noticed the glares from the maids anytime I got out of Enzo’s room or he went out of mine.
I’ve also heard them talking, praying and wishing I would do something to piss him off so he could hate me.
They must be over the moon to see that Enzo has been ignoring me for a week straight now. The men standing before me snickered, hiding their smile beneath that rigid expression.
“He said nothing of that sort, ma’am.” One of them finally spoke up and my mouth opened to say something but I shut it back at once because the response I had prepared wasn’t in any way fitting to what he’d just said.
“W- What? What?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, blinking and wondering if I heard him right or my ears were just playing tricks on me.
“He asked us to be your guide, you can go wherever you want with whoever, we just have to be there.” He explained, his voice was oddly calming and it disturbed me.
“Why? Why would he do that?” I questioned but the only response I got from him was a shrug as he made way for me to pass.
Pinching the bridge of my nose to keep myself from thinking too far or reading too much meaning into it, I walked past them and started making my way downstairs.
I could feel the bloodthirsty gaze of the maids on me as I walked but I didn’t care. On getting outside, a car was ready and the driver was waiting too.
How did he even know I was going out today? We are not really in talking terms for me to tell him anything about my movement.
Shrugging it off, I got in the car with the two men and the drive started. Neither of them asked where I was going but the driver was going in the right direction.
“I’m going to the city mall.” I said anyway because I felt like I was being kidnapped and it made me feel scared and uncomfortable, especially judging by the fact that these men would strangle me if they got a single call from Enzo telling them to do so.
“I know, that’s where we’re going.” The driver answered and I felt a chill within me. My eyes slightly moved from side to side, stealing glances at both men sitting on both sides of me.
“Relax, ma’am, our mission is to protect you, not to hurt you.” The other said and I didn’t know if I should be more freaked out or really relaxed like he’d suggested.
Protect me from what exactly? Why do I even need his protection when he had basically casted me aside?
I bet he’s out fucking whores and having the best time of his life, why then does he act like he cares about me?
Thinking about it was tasking. I’m supposed to remain his slut for three more years with no strings attached but anytime I think about him, anytime his face comes to mind, I feel something in my chest.
My heart beats rapidly and my pulse pounds erratically. My cheeks got hot and before I knew it, I found myself wishing we were something more than this.
Can that happen? Could we be something more?
“We’ve arrived, ma’am.” The driver’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I sent a quick text to Scarlett who replied almost immediately.
The men got out, one of them holding the door for me as I stepped out, “Wow! You’re quite the queen!” I heard Scarlett say from behind me and couldn’t hold back my smile as I rushed into the arms of my best friend.
“I missed you so much!” I whined, hanging onto her as she laughed. I finally pulled away from her and our day started officially with Scarlett, me and the two men walking around the mall.
“Why are they following us? Did Enzo put them up to it?” She asked and I shrugged as I explained what the men had told me earlier on to her.
“Well, I like how they keep giving us the space we need,” she sighed as we got into a coffeehouse and found a seat, “so, tell me everything.” She said firmly.
I confided in my best friend and told her about everything that happened, things we’ve talked about on the phone but with a little more explanation.
“I hate myself for being like this! Especially for thinking that there could be something more between Enzo and I.” I sighed.
I was grateful that Scarlett didn’t judge me, especially after telling her about the contract I signed, thanks to my pathetic excuse for a father.
“Something more? With a man like Enzo? That seems like a dream that would never come true,” she said, her words cutting through me like a sharp knife.
“But at the same time you can make it happen.” She sighed as she leaned closer to me.
“What? How?”
“Getting involved with a man like Enzo has to be the most dangerous thing you’ve done in your life but that’s not your fault, it’s your father’s…” she started.
“But then you’ve fallen for him, you love him and wish you could be more than his slut,” she paused, “if you think you can handle the danger then why not go for it?” She continued.
“Confront him with those feelings, let your heart keep wanting him and don’t put a leash on yourself or your feelings!”
“Well, except he’s the one putting the leash on you because you’ve been a bad girl.” She drawled and I playfully slapped her hand, getting her to be back to being serious.
“What are you saying?”
“What I’m saying is, love him like you want to, don’t think about the consequences or how he feels, love him and confront him with that love!”