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Chapter Seven

Cara

“Oh, William! Oh, William! Please… don’t stop… right there… Oh! Oh!”

I woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright in the white fluffy bed in William’s guest room, sweaty and breathless.

I had just been having the most delicious dream about him.

I’d been having these dreams more and more often. I may have been a virgin, but I knew plenty about sex. And with my growing attraction to William, plus him being the only human I had any real contact with, it was hard not to fantasize about him, even in my sleep.

He was just so fucking sexy. And kind, sweet, and smart, and unlike any guy I’d ever met. The boys at school were exactly that… boys. Immature, uninteresting, and hardly worth my time, much less my virginity.

But William was a man. He was complicated, fascinating, strong, and hot as hell.

I couldn’t trust myself though. How could I be sure I wasn’t just suffering from Stockholm Syndrome? Or worse, that this was all a trick and William was just as bad as James and those other mobsters?

He really didn’t seem like it though.

He’d tried to talk James into letting me go back to attending classes, as long as I still lived with him. But apparently, James had gotten nasty and said something along the lines of, “What does she need school for? You can teach her everything she needs to know for her job.” So William had to back off.

This spooked William so much that he thought it would be a good idea to have James over, so he could see how William was keeping me and to try to convince him to call off his goons. That didn’t go so well, either.

“William, my boy, how are you enjoying your gift?” boomed James, dressed in an immaculate white suit again.

I was prepared to see him, and thought I would be more afraid. But William assured me he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, and I felt fairly safe with him. James just looked like a ridiculous cartoon character to me there in William’s apartment, instead of the menacing devil I thought he was back when I first saw him in the hotel room.

James was flanked by more of his goons, and he frowned when he saw me seated on the couch.

“Hmm, she sure looks… domesticated now,” he said snidely, taking in my long-sleeved dress, boots, and leggings. I had dressed nicely in my own clothes, but apparently, James thought I should still be wearing the hooker outfit his men had made me put on. “Ain’t the girl ever heard of lingerie? Surely, you could put her in something better, William? I’ll have some stuff sent over,” he said, tapping a note into his phone. I blanched at the thought of this horrible man picking out underwear for me.

“I like her like this,” said William fondly, and it seemed sincere. “But do what you want, I know I can’t stop you,” he joked.

“Damn right!” James responded, puffing up his chest. “Glad to see you’re enjoying her; I hope you’re using her often and well,” he leered.

It was at this moment that things took a turn.

One of the huge mobsters flanking James muttered something about wanting to “try me for a spin,” infuriating William

But William was too smart to lose his temper in front of James. He walked across the room until he was towering over the mobster, who, although a burly guy himself, looked small in comparison to William. He stared intently into his eyes and said in a low, calm voice, more intimidating than any shouting I’d ever heard, “You touch one hair on her head, or say one more word about her, and I’ll have you locked up in a cell for so long you’ll wish you were dead. Got it?”

The guy backed off immediately, muttering something about it being a joke.

I glanced nervously at James, wondering how he’d react.

But he seemed pleased. “Liking your gift that much, eh? Don’t want to share your toys, William? Well, good for you, you earned it! You just let me know if she gives you any problems, and I’ll have her replaced like that.” He snapped his fingers to demonstrate. He looked me up and down once again. “I’m sure I wouldn’t have any trouble finding someone else to take you off his hands.”

I shuddered, the fear of this man and my situation returning to me.

Soon after, though, the men left, leaving me curled up in a ball on the couch. I had kept it together while they were in the room, but the tears came flooding as soon as the elevator doors closed.

William looked alarmed. “Hey, hey, I know that was a lot, but you did great,” he assured me. “I think we really pulled that off. You have nothing to worry about, it’s okay.”

But we both knew Ididhave plenty to worry about.

I sat and cried as I thought about my father, the horribly traumatizing experience with the mob doctor, the moment in the hotel when I thought James and his men were surely going to rape me. As wonderful as William was, I couldn’t see any way out of this situation, short of fleeing the country alone, and that was almost as terrifying as being locked up here.

William sat down next to me and brushed my long hair out of my face. His touch startled me, but it was comforting. I found myself leaning over to him for an embrace. At first, he was stiff and awkward, but then he relaxed, pulled me into his arms, and whispered soothing words to me while stroking my hair and wiping my tears away.

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