Chapter Fifteen
Dates and times mean nothing to me. I have no real indication of how much time has passed, unless I count this book, and I found this by accident. I’m well-fed and taken care of. Clothes are always provided for me, and until last night, I’d eaten dinner in my room.
Last night, Valentino came for me.
I expected the worst. Another night of forced screaming, but instead, he asked me if I’d join him for dinner.
He was so … polite about it.
I’d never known a man to be so sweet.
He looked so scary. What man wouldn’t with the few scars I saw peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirt. That’s another thing I like about him, he’s always looking rather dashing. He is a man in constant control.
When I’m with him around his home, I notice how his men respect him.
All of them do.
Not a single one gives me a sneer, even though I sense their judgment. I’m a Russo, so to them, I’m the enemy. Always the enemy.
There’s nothing I can do to change that.
We walked down to dinner together, and I didn’t feel like a prisoner. His maids served us, and he demanded they left us alone, and I wasn’t frightened of him.
If I’d been at home, I would’ve been terrified of what was to come. My father wasn’t a nice man. He was one hungry for power.
Did I miss home?
I hate to admit it, but seeing as I’m only writing in this book and not saying it aloud, no, I don’t.
There’s nothing to miss.
The endless threats of being forced into a marriage. The constant attacks. There is nothing I miss. Absolutely nothing. Why would I?
Valentino is a different kind of man. He’s sweet, kind, and he makes my heart flutter. I can’t believe I’m admitting that, but I am.
Even when he comes to the bedroom, and I have to scream, to me, it’s just a game we’re playing.
How I wish I knew what was going on inside that head of his.
Did he want me for himself?
Was this a power play?
So many questions, and I’m almost terrified to go hunting for the answers.
Would there be any point?
When my father takes me, there will be no hope for me. He’s told me many times that men are only interested in virgins and with the rumors running rife around this very house, there is going to be no doubt whatsoever that I’m not a virgin.
Why does he do it?
Does he care?
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We shared more meals together. I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s come for me. Each night is the same. There is always a beautiful dress waiting for me. There’s a sweet maid to help me change into. She works for Valentino.
Whatever I ask for is in my hands within hours.
A book.
A trinket.
There is nothing too much, and I don’t know how it happens. I just know that I … enjoy it.
I love being with Valentino De Luca, and the man hasn’t even kissed me yet. I’m starting to think he has no feelings for me at all.
Each night, we’ll enjoy a nice, long meal together. I’ve never been one for a sweet tooth, but I will request dessert just to make my time with him last.
I find him so intoxicating.