My face flushes and I want to tell him that I ate both my lunch and dinner yesterday. But while I don't know everything about this place, I know talking back to Giovanni won't get me into anything but trouble. That's something I don't need Enzo to tell me.
The woman reappears and I can't help the relief that moves through me as she places a plate in front of me. Disappointment moves through me when I see it doesn't look the same as Giovanni's. Instead of bacon, there's pan sausage, and unlike the thick rolls he has, I have waffles and while they look good, the rolls Giovanni has look way more appetizing.
I don't complain though, wanting to keep the man's attention off me for as long as possible. I eat my food in slow, small bites, my stomach feeling upset even though I know I'm hungry. When I'm finally done, I glance at the glass of orange juice the woman put beside me before she left while I was eating. I don't even bother with it.
"Drink." Giovanni is staring at me, his lips in a thin line. He finished his food long before I did.
I pick up the glass, cringing at the first sip of the tangy juice. Giovanni's eyes remain on me the entire time, until I've emptied the glass and set it back on the table.
He leans back in his chair, his phone now back on the table. He'd picked it up as soon as he was done with his food and I'd been thankful, because it meant he was going to continue to ignore me. But now, I can already feel anxiety creeping up on me.
"From now on, you will eat breakfast with me unless I am too busy or I'm not in the mood to see you." Somehow, the words feel like a slap to the face as he says them so casually. "As I'm sure you already know, Enzo will be monitoring you. He'll let me know if you're eating the way you should, if you're wearing the outfits I pick for you, if you're..." his nose scrunches up and his eyes drift low over my body for a brief moment before returning to my face, "cleaning yourself properly." His voice is a mix of disgust and annoyance.
"Is he going to press his nose into my vagina to verify that?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and I regret them the second they are.
Giovanni's body stiffens and my body does the same in reaction. Suddenly, his chair scrapes against the floor as it goes flying back. I flinch, but it's too late as his big hand wraps around my throat. I can feel each individual digit as they squeeze, cutting off my airway. I cough, reaching up to try to pry his grip away, but it's useless.
"If I fucking tell him to, yes." His gaze is pure fire, the brown orbs darker. "He'll press his whole face in your cunt, his eyes to inspect, his nose to smell, and his tongue to taste, to make sure you are up to my standards. I told you before you stepped a foot into this house, that I own you now. Not a single thing you do will be without my approval. That includes your pussy." His grip tightens further. "Now, the next time you mouth off there will be real consequences." He yanks his hand away and I gasp for breath, pain racing across my skin.
Giovanni takes a step back, pulling at the lapels of his suit coat and straightening them. "Now, Enzo is going to escort you upstairs where you will clean said pussy, because it's going to be put to use, soon." He turns around, walking away. At the last moment, he turns, his hard gaze meeting mine. “And do something with you hair, it looks a fucking mess.” And then he’s gone.
I gasp both in fear and embarrassment, my face hot. I glance over at Enzo, but he's still refusing to look at me and I'm thankful for it as I let out a small hiccup and do my best to keep my tears in.