Chapter 15

" I will be your mistress. " I resigned.

" I am glad we have come to the same conclusion" he said with a satisfied expression on his face.

" I didn't have much of a choice" I whispered below my breath.

" I heard that, but I am going to pretend that I did not" he said happily.

He was too excited by my decision. I don't think anything I said would ruin his mood, after all he achieved what he wanted. This dude was just weird. What was wrong with me? Couldn't I see all the red flags I was seeing now or was I extremely blind?

I was blind. That was the conclusion I came to . Our food came immediately after . I ate slowly ,taking time to taste every delicious flavor . I loved eating ,I won't lie and no one would make me hate it even if I have to eat with this guy.

After we finished our food, a fresh drink was placed in front of me. I took big gulps and in no time my drink was finished.

" Slow down or you'll get drunk" he said before taking my glass away from me.

" You are not my father" I snapped

" I might not be your father but I am your master from now on. So you might as well call me daddy" he smirked

Yuck! That made me throw up a little in my mouth. In the past i would have called him that but things change and people change.

" Never going to happen" I refused.

" Refuse all you want but from now on, I basically own you" he spotted a huge smirk on his face.

" You can never own me "

" There is a 140 paged pdf that says I do"

Aargh! This man was pushing all my buttons. I didn't want to be near him anymore. I rose from my seat and started packing up my things.

" Where do you think your going" he asked confused

" Home" I stated

" We are not done"

" But I am done with you." I said in defiance

" Darling you don't have a choice"

" Actually I do until we start whatever this mistress arrangement thing is"

The look on my face communicated volumes. I was tired and I needed a mental break. This was too much to handle for one day. I needed time to accept my fate and I couldn't do that with him gloating his win to my face.

He understand my predicament as he didn't push any further.

" I will see you on Friday evening at my penthouse. Don't be late" he yelled

I didn't have the energy to respond to that as I headed out towards my parked car. I entered in my car and drove off the property. I arrived home earlier than expected. I stopped outside the gate.

Before I knew it tears were rolling down my face and I didn't make any effort to wipe them. There was no need. I was a mess. I made a mess of my life and now I was paying for it. I cried for half an hour before I went in.

I needed to accept my fate. The earlier the better for me.

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The week flew by faster than I would have wanted. Maybe because I knew what would happen during the weekend. My anxiety was on the roof with everything that was happening. I was on edge throughout the week, jumping at every sudden sounds. Sincerely I was tired, angry and disappointed. I felt like if I passed that threshold, I wouldn't be able to go back. And that scared the hell out of me.

I know you think it was a simple decision to make, but it was not. I was backed into a corner with nowhere to run. I didn't want other people paying for my mistakes. And I certainly didn't want to go to jail. So there was nothing else to do.

You can judge me all you want but I had to secure my future . At least for now. I didn't think past that ,I didn't let myself ponder on the rest. What was I supposed to do after? How will I get the evidence to exonerate me? I had no idea on both matters but i will figure it out.

All I knew was ,I will take it a day at a time. That was all any of us could do. We never know the right thing to do but we try our best to do what I right by us. My work day was done and I was on the parking searching for his car.

I guess he didn't believe me when I said I will meet him at his place. How else do you explain sending me a driver to drive me there. Trust, something we both lacked. We didn't trust each other and I don't blame us. We had been through too much to trust each other.

He sent me a text bright and early even before I woke up.

***My driver will pick you up after your shift.

Marcus.***

No good morning. No how are you. Nothing. This guys texts are plain, just like him and not to mention rude while surprisingly straight to the point.

And what's with the driver though. He thought I wouldn't make it and as always he has to control every single thing. I looked around the parking lot one last time before I made the executive decision to go back home.

His driver knows where to find me. He has been at my place before so I didn't have to feel bad for ditching him. Besides I don't see him anywhere and I won't waste my precious time waiting.

Maybe he was running late. It happens all the time ,I won't hold that against him but I won't stand here waiting for him either. My walk home was not long but it was welcomed. I needed all the time I could spare to compose myself.

How do you stop your heart from beating fast? I wish I knew the answer to that because my heart was pounding. What wouldn't I give for a drink right now . A cold strong drink. I arrived home without a text from Marcus yelling at me. I didn't know what to make of that, maybe he was mad.

I went to the fridge and poured myself the much needed drink. In one big gulp the drink was gone. The flow of the whiskey down my throat to my stomach warmed me up and gave me some sense of peace.

I settled on the couch after I poured a second drink. I drank this slowly making sure it calms my nerves. My peace was cut short when my phone started ringing ,I didn't have to check to know who was calling. The devil was pissed.

" What?" I asked rudely, annoyed that my peace was interrupted.

" Why are you not in my car?" He asked harshly

" I didn't see your car"

" So my car is invisible now?" He asked sarcastically.

" I didn't see it at the parking lot and for your information I waited for a while"

" Zawadi don't play games with me. If you didn't want this arrangement you can say so, but be prepared for the consequences"

" I am not playing any games, in fact am at house waiting for your driver"

" The agreement was the pickup location was at the hospital"

" I am not a bag of cabbage that you pick up and besides I didn't see him, so why should I waste my time waiting"

" He is at the gate right now. He is waiting for you" he said before cutting the call short.

Why did I involve myself in this? My life could have been peaceful and stress-free. I woke up lazily from my comfortable position and picked my overnight bag. I swallowed the rest of the drink quickly before I opened the door and headed out.

His car was parked outside my gate. Blocking the way so that no one can come in or out which made me roll my eyes. What did he think I would do? Run away, okay that was possible ,I have always been unpredictable.

'Kudos for being cautious' I thought sarcastically.

I opened the door to the back seat, settled in and made sure to close my seat belt. I placed my bag next to me before I closed my eyes. I didn't feel like talking today and I made sure to show it with my resting bitch face.

My goal was to go there and get out with the least amount of damage. The sun was setting on the west giving off an orange hew . It looked beautiful. I appreciated the simple beauty. I remembered a particular saying I read in high school as part of our curriculum.

Don't cry when the sun goes down, because the tears won't let you see the stars.

I felt like the saying resonated with me at this particular moment. Without dwelling further on my untimely demise ,I rested my eyes. After what felt like a few minutes, I felt a hand tapping on my shoulder softly. I opened my eyes, stretched my arms and back before I looked at my surroundings.

We had arrived. I got out of the car to find a girl I haven't seen before waiting for me.

" Miss Zawadi ,my name is Venna and I was asked to accompany you by Sir Marcus. If you could follow me this way, please" she said politely.

I followed her slowly to the slaughter house.