Invitation to his world 1

I didn’t sleep.

Even in the warmth of the luxurious guest room, wrapped in soft linen and silence, my mind ran wild. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, his dark unreadable eyes… the way he commanded a room with nothing but his voice. And the terrifying truth that I’d followed him, willingly, without knowing who he truly was… was something I couldn't understand.

Yet somehow, I felt safer here than I ever did with Dennis.

That thought alone scared me more than anything.

I stood by the floor-length window, watching the first hints of dawn spill over the city. Somewhere beyond those tall gates and armed guards, reality was waiting. But in here, I was in his world__untouched, protected… and caged.

There was a soft knock, then the door opened without waiting for a reply.

Vicious walked in.

All black again. Tactical pants, fitted shirt, sharp jawline, and that presence…solid, dangerous, consuming.

"Arianna."

My name in his mouth felt like ownership. And I hated that I liked it.

What was even wrong with me.

“You didn't sleep," he said simply.

I didn’t answer. He already knew.

He sat down on a chair in the room I was.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

I obeyed and calmly sat down. A lady brought in a tray conveying a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and a cup of tea, then left without any word.

“You should eat, you haven't taken in anything since the club.”

I sat there looking at the food, unable to touch it.

"I know enough about you. I know you walked into a club wearing pain on your face. Right now, I need you to know just one thing, you now belong to me Arianna and that's the fact.” He said, staring directly at me.

I stood, pushing back the chair. I was already getting furious at the way he speaks like I'm his possession.

"You think that means you can claim me?"

He stood too. Calm. Controlled.

“No. I don’t think. I know."

He walked around the table, slow, each step deliberate. I didn’t move. I couldn't.

He stopped in front of me.

"I don’t play games, Arianna. If I wanted to use you, you’d already be discarded. But I didn’t just bring you here to protect you."

He stepped closer.

"I brought you here… because you stirred something I thought I’d buried a long time ago."

I swallowed hard.

His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was soft, but the tension between us was something else.

"You can fight it. You can scream and run if you want. But it won’t change what this is."

"What is this?" I asked, barely a whisper.

He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing mine.

"The beginning of your survival… and mine."

Then he stepped back, his eyes flicking over me once more before turning toward the door.

"Get dressed. We leave in an hour."

"Where are we going?"

“We're going somewhere, you'll know when we get there.”

Then he was gone.

I stood there shaken and intrigued by his words for about ten Minutes before I remembered he asked me to get dressed.

Then I remembered that I wasn't with any other clothes except the one I wore to the club last night. Just then a different lady brought in a gorgeous black dress, a pair of black heels and a jewelry box and placed it on the bed.

“The boss says you should put these on and he's waiting for you outside.” The lady said and left.

I picked up the dress and dropped it back on the bed then headed into the bathroom.

After bathing, I got dressed in the dress the vicious brought me. Behold it fitted perfectly on me.

The dress held my curves perfectly and cascaded down my legs with a tear like design at the left thigh. The dress was so beautiful and expensive.

I looked at the mirror, my mind in deep chaos.