Chapter Three

A lot of people would say 'sexy' is about the body.

But to me, 'sexy' is a woman with confidence.

I admire women who have very little fear.

-Allegra Versace
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CALLIE

I woke up and realized that I am in a comfy bed. It was so comfy that I didn't want to get up. When did my bed become so comfy?

I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the room. I looked around and my heart started beating so fast. Everything from yesterday started crashing down on me. The masked man, he kidnapped me!

Oh my god...

I got out of bed so fast and walked to the closed door. I tried to open the door. It's locked.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" I screamed loudly, hitting the door in the process. My hands ached, as I couldn't stop hitting the door. I felt trapped and I wanted to get out as soon as I could. I couldn't stay any longer in this room. I felt suffocated. 

Where am I? Why did they kidnap me? Did I do something to anyone? I tried to remember if something happened to anyone at the hospital that their family is after me or something, but no one came to mind. I tried to think of something else, but nothing. Blank. I didn't do anything. 

Suddenly, someone started unlocking the door. I took few steps backwards because I didn't know what's coming from the other side. I prepared myself to defend myself against a sudden attack. 

The door opened and my breath hitched. A handsome man stood in front of me, wearing an expensive-looking suit, and looking at me with his piercing dark brown eyes. He looked so scary, but so beautiful. His hair was neat, clearly used gel to style it. His dark brown eyes were captivating, with thick deep black lashes. His body was that of a Roman god, super sexy, yet mascular. 

"You're awake, bella." He smirked, taking few steps towards me, making me come back to reality. 

"Where am I? Who are you? GET ME OUT OF HERE." I yelled, angrily, as I tried to get out of the room. Key word, tried. 

"Too many questions, bonita." He replied with yet another freaking smirk.

"Don't Spanish me! GET ME OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW!" I yelled, again but my voice was firm. I didn't want to show him that I was so afraid. I knew that he was talking to me in Espanol because I happen to know few words in Spanish. 

"Feisty, I like." He smiled, but not a genuine one. He seemed too angry, yet amused. 

"Well, as you can see, I kidnapped you because I want you to work for me. You're a doctor, aren't you, little one?" He said smoothly, looking at me from head to toe. A rush of insecurity struck me, as I have always hated the way I look. 

"Work what? What do you mean? How do you even know me?" I asked and yelled at the same time. All I happen to do since I saw him is yell. 

"Again with the questions.. If you do not calm down, I will go and leave you here locked in this room until you calm down." He said harshly and was about to leave the room, but I stopped him.

"F-Fine! fine, Let's talk, calmly." I finally gave in. The last thing I want is being locked in this room again.

"Good girl." He nodded, "Now, take a shower and make yourself at home. Wear whatever you find in that closet-" He pointed at the closet behind me, "-and come downstairs when you finish, Si?"

I nodded. I do know what Si means, I am not that stupid. Not that you are stupid if you do not know the word, but nevertheless, it means 'yes.' 

After he left, I made my way to the bathroom and let me tell you that the bathroom was nothing like mine back home. God...this bathroom is so luxurious and beautiful. I bet his wife designed it. I mean...it looks like a woman's hands had been here. This beautiful work couldn't come from him. He's an ass. 

Not that there is a correlation between a bathroom and someone's personality...actually cross that, I think there is a correlation. I mean...a person with a beautiful personality is going to see the world differently and that will reflect on the things they do, am I right?

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The warm water fell on my body, making me feel relaxed instantly. I looked to my left and saw two bottles of shampoos. I assume one of them is the conditioner. I took the first bottle that has a shampoo label on it and I started shampooing my hair. I then took the conditioner and applied it only to my ends. There was a round soap on the side, so I took it and cleaned my skin. It smelled like fruits, mostly strawberries. 

I finished and got out of the bathroom, but not before grabbing a towel and wrapping my body with it. I opened the closet and found many beautiful dresses. Not that I care or anything, but I kept looking between the dresses until I found the one I liked. I know I am not in a position to put an effort in dressing up, but what can I do? When I see beautiful dresses, no matter where I am, it's going to be hard to choose. Also, most of them were really inapproperiate, so I had to choose one that is. 

Anyways, I chose a simple white and blue dress that reached just above the knee. It wasn't too formal or too casual. I liked it. 

I wore the dress and headed outside the room. At that point, I didn't really care about makeup or hair or anything. I didn't really have the time for that. I didn't even do my hair, It was still wet.

I went downstairs to find the same man standing beside the window and looking outside. I took few steps, and when I was close to him, he sensed me and turned around to face me. 

"Tú eres muy bonita." He said huskily, which took me off-guard. What did he say?

"I don't understand Spanish, can't you see that?!" I yelled and regretted soon after because we had a deal. 

"DO NOT YELL!" He yelled, as he tightened his fists.

Fuck you.

"Sorry." I mumbled. 

"Now can we talk? I want to know why the hell am I here." I asked calmly and even gave him a fake smile just to clear up the air.

He nodded and motioned me with his hand to the sofa signalling for me to sit. I nodded and took a seat and he did as well...beside me. A little bit too close for my liking.

"So, the reason you are here is because you are going to work for me." He explained briefly, which angered me. 

"Why would I work for you? I already have a job and I don't want to leave it." I replied confusedly. I tried not to yell. 

"I didn't say you have a choice, bella." He casually said, signalling that it is not up for discussion. 

"You can't make me do something I don't want to do" I replied calmly, but on the verge of losing myself.

"If you didn't, I will kill that bastard you have been hanging out with. What was his name? James? Oh and everyone you love." He said, clenching his jaw. I could tell that he was about to lose it, not only because of what he did, but also because his eyes is like an open book. I could tell when he was angry, sad, or even happy. If he is even capable of being happy.

How can he be cruel? Who is he? 

"Do NOT touch him." I yelled and swiftly stood up. 

He took my arm and turned me to face him. We were so close that if I or he took a step, our lips would meet. What would it be like? I wondered. I shouldn't have wondered though. 

"Don't ever disrespect me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He yelled, but I did not show any sign of fear. Screw him. I have seen worse. Much worse. 

"You think you scare me? because you don't." I replied firmly, looking right into his damn beautiful brown eyes. Why does he have to have beautiful eyes? or a beautiful face for that matter, or a beautiful everything. Damn it!

He smirked and said, "I like a confident woman," before turning around to leave. 

I am confused. I tried to piss him off, but no, he liked what I did? I will kill him. But then I remembered what he said about killing James. I need to do something about it. I went after him and stopped him.

"Hey." I called, stopping him. 

"What?" He replied, sharply. I could tell he didn't like to be called around like that. 

"I will accept your forced offer, but I have some rules."

"And what does the princess want?" He chuckled, crossing his arms. 

"I want to live my life the way I lived it before, but additionally, now working for you. So no change. I will live in my house. I will have my boyfriend in one piece, and everyone I care about."

"Firstly, I make the rules. Secondly, you will not live in your house, you will live in mine. Thirdly, there is no James. You either get him killed or not, and finally, I shall protect your family and everyone you care about from harm." He explained.

"You can't do that! You can't make me leave my life behind!"

"Darling, it's either that or I will kill them all." He threatened. His face hardened and his eyes were deep in anger. 

I wanted to cry...so bad. I mean, what kind of man is he?

"Fine." My voice cracked.
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