mouth to speak, getting out a barely heard,
“But…” before he shut me up by snapping his teeth at my lips making them close from fear of getting bitten. Then he went right back to speaking,
“…and I promise you, Amelia, you will listen to all I have to say or I swear, I will bring you back to this room, tie you to my fucking bed and keep you as my prisoner until you do…now do you understand?” he said, finishing by placing me on the vanity in the bathroom and catching my eyes as if to make sure that I had. To which I was only capable of nodding in return. Then he let me go and flicked me playfully under the nose and said,
“Good girl.” After this he walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him, making me turn around to face the mirror at my back so I could see my reflection and ask it,
“What the hell just happened?”
Naturally, the traitorous bitch had no answers for me.
I didn’t know how long I took getting ready, or how long it was before I even started to. I just stared at the door before staring at myself in the mirror as if either one of these views would explain to me what was happening?
This was in hopes that the last few hours would somehow begin to make sense to me. The biggest question of all being what the hell was he doing. Fuck that, what the hell was I doing?! A question I had asked myself at least six times during this whole ‘getting ready’ order Lucius had given me. Now the question was, did I want to go on a date with him, Gods no! But did I want to walk back out the door and tell him this…? That was the ‘Hell no’ that won. As I wanted to do that even less. Because I couldn’t face him right now.
So, instead, I focused all my energy on getting ready and yes, of course I went the extra mile in trying to achieve amazing results. This with the aim that with one look at me and it was powerful enough that I could bring him to his knees and crumple at my feet at the sight of my beauty! Then I could bolt for the door and do a runner. But then, in all honesty, I was a woman about to go on a date with her ex and wanted to look amazing, as after all…
I was only human!
Of course, achieving this would have been easier had my eyeliner stopped making mirror imprints on the arch of my eyelid every time I opened my damned eye. So this meant redoing one eye twice and using I don’t know how many cotton buds to achieve this. Now, as for stabbing myself in the eye with one, well that was thanks to Lucius knocking on the door and scaring the shit out of me. But he did this to inform me that he had hung my black lace dress behind the door making me mutter in a mocking way,
“I guess I am wearing the black lace dress then.” Then I stuck out my tongue at myself pretending it was Lucius, aka, Mr bossy ‘date me’ pants. Although, to be fair, it was the only fancy dress I had, so it made sense. But to know that he had obviously gone through my things, well let’s just say, it hadn’t exactly given me the warm and fuzzies!
The major thing that still hadn’t made any sense, was why the bathroom was filled with my beauty products and the living room of his suite was filled with my luggage? Because as we had left the museum I had told him, one cup of coffee and that was it. Something he had agreed to. Well, so far it had started with a quick conversation over coffee, with the choice to leave after I have heard him out, now to somehow being in his hotel suite. Somewhere, I will add, where he obviously intended me to stay and go on a date with him. Like seriously, when had I allowed all of this to happen?
Of course, this was Lucius we were talking about. He might not be able to manipulate my mind with the power of his will, but he wasn’t without his other skills in the art. Which was why I got to the point of not being able to put it off