Page 31 of Dancing with the Devil
“Thank you,” he said and I mentally kicked myself. He didn’t need to hear that. “Samantha,” he said and I whipped around.
“Samantha,” I almost laughed. “That would’ve been my next guess, God, you’re so predictable.”
“And you’re nothing but a hooker who I’m guessing got lucky. So please, keep that filthy mouth away from me or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”
“You sure, I wouldn’t want you breaking a nail or anything,” I crossed my arms over my chest. She scanned my outfit and smiled.
“Definitely a downgrade from the last one you brought home,” she turned to face him.Of course he’s brought other women to his house.
My eyes darted to the flower pot beside one of the tables and a huge smirk appeared on my face. As I picked it up he grabbed it from me and my smirk immediately disappeared.
“Don’t break my house down,” he lowered his tone and I sighed. “Show her to her room for tonight.”
“Yes sir,” Samantha smiled and turned on her heels. “Let’s go Judy Blume,” she headed to the stairs, swaying her hips in the process as her long blonde hair spiraled down her back.
“I’m surprised your knowledge extends that far.”
As she led me upstairs he walked in a different direction.Samanthaopened a bedroom door and walked inside. Not bad.
She left for a while as I looked around the room. There was a queen-sized bed with milky white pillows to my left with a nightstand on either side. Across the bed were two huge rectangular windows with long cream colored curtains. Opposite the bed was the entrance to the bathroom.
“Here,” she handed me some clothes, interrupting my inspection of the room. “It’s his. I wouldn’t share my wardrobe with you even if you were naked.” She turned on her heels and strutted out, slamming the door shut behind herself.
It was a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
I got cleaned up in the fully stocked bathroom—someone was either prepared, or he seriously got around, but thankfully, everything was sealed.
I slipped into his t-shirt that fit me like a dress. His sweatpants on the other hand was way too big, especially around my waist even when I folded it over. I decided the shirt would have to do.
I plopped down onto the bed, melting into the soft sheets. I ran my palm flat over the material, glancing around the room. It was surreal to me that people lived like this.Don’t even think about it, Nirah.I was not—yes you were.Shut up, little voice in my head. What do you even know?More than enough.Well, maybe he has a hotter, less of a pain in the ass brother.Nirah.Okay, fine. You win, little voice.
With a sigh, I dialed Silvia’s number and I fell back, lifting my cellphone to my ear. During my chit-chat with her, three of the workers knocked and I let them in. Two women and one male.They brought me trays of food and drinks. My eyes grew wide in shock.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Rosalia. Mr. De Luca wants you to eat. He wasn’t sure what you’d like so he told us to make as much as possible.”
They carefully placed three trays of food down in front of me, the fourth tray holding drink options.
“Thank you…” I smiled, trailing my eyes over the warm meals.
“You’re welcome, ma’am.”
“No, call me Nirah,” I insisted.
The younger one subtly rolled her eyes at me and left the room with the other gentleman. “Forgive Bianca. She does not like any of the women my boss brings home,” Rosalia grabs my attention again.
After she left, I looked down at the mouth watering food.
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I was woken up by a cold breeze brushing up against my bare arms, and I noticed the window had been slightly left open.
I sighed, climbing out of the warm bed and the cold air sent goosebumps over my arms and legs. I tiptoed to the window and closed it. I stared out at his property and it was breathtaking. I chewed my bottom lip as the hairs on the back of my neck rose.Everyone’s asleep, right?
Carefully, I crept out of the room and quietly closed the door. After almost getting lost I finally found the kitchen. I stopped right as I was about to walk inside.Youdon’t know where the light switch is, Nirah.But I’m sure his fridge has a light inside. Right?
With my arms out in front of me, I felt my way through the darkness and knocked my leg twice.Fuck me, that hurt like a bitch.
I finally got to the fridge and opened both doors at the same time. I was confronted by a bright light and cool air. It was like food heaven.
