'Serve him. Every night?' The words echoed in her ears.
For a second, Mila didn't react. Her mind reeled from shock and disbelief.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. I want you to be my mistress," Dominic said calmly, taking another drag of his cigarette.
Fury surged through her. "You are insane. Do you think I'll agree to something like that?"
"You don't have to agree," he said coolly. "You can go back to your room and stay locked. No freedom. That will be your life."
Mila's jaw clenched. She was so furious that she couldn't speak.
"But if you agree, you will get access to this place. You can go around and spend time in the garden. Above all, you will have me."
He extinguished the cigarette. "Think carefully before you reject it."
Mila's breathing slowed. Her mind raced.
Two weeks
She had been locked inside that room for two damn weeks. The silence, the dullness, and the same walls – everything was suffocating. She wouldn't want to be locked in there again.
