Chapter 11

No, I'll meet you there. Juan replied to his text and then tucked his phone in his pocket.

"I do not want to leave this place," Arya said. "I am terrified. What if I get kidnapped or worse, I get—" Arya wanted to play victim so she could go through the house and know the best way to escape but Juan was not having any of it.

"You will be with me, you will be safe."

She pursed her lips and resolved to follow him when a thought crossed her mind. If she was to go out with Juan, then it was going to be easier for her to run away. The only problem she had was that she had no form of money.

A maid was already waiting in the room and a dress had been laid out for her together with jewellery pieces. Arya's eyes ran over it, trying to calculate their worth. If she ran away with the jewellery on her, she could get it sold and have some money to run away.

"The dress is beautiful," she smiled at Juan.

"Go on, wear it."

"Um... Can you excuse me then? I have to change."

"How does my presence prevent you from wearing clothes?"

"I have to change," she repeated, hoping it would send a clear message to Juan.

"Go on." Juan crossed his arms. "Everything about you belongs to me now, you don't have to be shy."

"I'd like some privacy," she mumbled. Arya wanted to shout at him. She wanted to tell him she was not his property but she decided to stay put for now. She needed him to slacken a but do she could escape but this was too much. She was not comfortable with someone watching her undress herself.

The maid looked between Juan and Arya uncomfortably, not knowing whose side to be on. She could understand that the young girl was not convenient with a man watching her undress but it was Juan in question and she knew how possessive the Mafia Lord could get over a woman.

This girl was the first that Juan seemed to be genuinely interested in and not just for sex since his first love who had cheated on him. He had been having flings since then with Belle being a very constant one in his life due to their friendship.

However, since their sexual intimacy has started, it had severed their friendship because if Belle's clinginess.

"Um sir," the maid said finally finding the courage. She had worked for Juan for four years but she still feared him a bit. "Maybe you should excuse us and let me do my magic so she'll look beautiful for you tonight."

"Makeup goes on before the dress, doesn't it?" Juan asked.

"Yes."

"Do her make up and leave the dressing to me."

Arya was wide eyed by now. There was no way in hell she was going toet Juan undress her.

The maid pulled out the chair opposite the vanity table and began to apply make-up on her face. She made sure it was simple because Arya was already so beautiful and needed only very little to enhance her beauty.

Once she was done with the make up, she left the room quietly.

"Strip," Juan ordered from where he sat. He gazed at her lazily.

"What?" Arya felt insulted and reduced to nothing by his words.

"You heard me."

She shook her head vigorously. "No, I won't."

"Why?"

"You... You're a man and I..."

"And you're a woman that belongs to me," he finished. "Do not disobey me or you won't like the consequences."

Arya sucked in a sharp breath but refused to remove what she was wearing in order to change into the evening dress. "You don't own me."

Juan scoffed. "Your stepfather offered you to me to pay off his debt, I own you."

"No you don't," Arya hissed. She could not take it anymore. "He sold me to your enemy to get the money and you decided to kidnap me. I never asked you not to collect the money from him or come to my rescue."

"Stop being such an ungrateful bitch," he hissed moving towards her and pinning her against the dresser. "You would have been reduced to a whore in Dominic's den. You should thank me for saving you."

"You didn't save me!" She yelled. "You took me so I could be reduced to your own whore. Being with whoever the hell is Dominic is going to be the same as you."

"Don't you dare compare me to that filth!" Juan hissed, his eyes turning dark as he leaned even closer to her. "Now take off your clothes and put on the dress."

Arya swallowed hard, there was almost no slave between them. She could feel his rock-hard muscles pressing into hers and his minty breath clouded her vision.

"Don't make me do it for you," he said in a cold voice. "Take them off now."

"I need space," she said weakly. She had no plans of taking off her clothes but she needed him to be away from her so she could run.

He took two steps backward. "Go on," Juan urged but Arya made no move. "You are wasting time."

"Why don't you get dressed? I'd have been done dresing by then," suggested Arya.

"When you're done dressing, I shall do the same."

The man is unrelentless, thought Arya to herself. "I'm not changing in front of you."

"The bloody hell you aren't." Frustrated, Juan lifted the hem of her dress in an attempt to make her change into what she was meant to wear for the party.

Images of her stepfathers assault from when she was younger flashed through her eyes. "Stop!" She cried, pushing him off her with all her might; her fingers and lips trembling with fear. "Please."

When Juan looked into her eyes, he saw a broken girl whose cries had been silenced for too long. For the first time in his life, he felt guilty.