The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I moved past the bed to the far end of the room and saw an explicit and carefully painted image of Einstein. Perfect and looking original.

That alone was proof that Hollis was a lover of art. Everything about the painting was soothing to my spirit.

Done with a general survey of the bedroom, I walked over to the bathroom. A low groan of satisfaction shot through me because it was the bathroom of my dreams with its glass shower enclosure with multiple shower heads as well as a bathtub at one end. The sleek design, modern looking accessories and perfect lighting made me gasp in appraisal. The interior decorator deserves everything beautiful.

The thoughtful ensemble all came together to give the space a sexy look. A look that I haven’t even seen in movies before.

The oval moss-green bath tub was to the side of the space. Same as the double sink vanities. Even the sinks themselves and the toilet were the same color as the bathtub. Everything looked so perfect, enchanting and inviting. I shrugged, thinking it was a good thing that I liked it since I would be using it everyday. And it was a step up from the lovely, not-so-sleek bathroom in my apartment.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Curious, I moved toward the vanity that looked like it belonged to Hollis. There was a hanging set of drawers below it. Opening up one of the drawers, I picked up a little black bottle of cologne amongst the others that were lined up in the drawer. I took a sniff. ‘Oh heavens! Such an enchanting fragrance for a handsome man.” I grumbled as my body responded to the thick-lush scent.

Placing it right back, I caught a short glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze. I looked every bit as hideous as that wicked she-devil from maleficent.

Although I knew I must be looking rough, but seeing myself in the mirror, the reality was worse than I thought. My eyes were puffy and my cheeks looked raw from tears. I didn’t want to be worried about my looks, besides I didn’t plan on looking pretty for anyone in this god-forsaken place.

Yet I found myself grabbing a sheet from the roll of face wipe placed on the vanity and I went to work on my face until I got my face looking a lot better and less terrible. Reaching up, I pulled the band out of my hair and shook the strands out over my shoulders as I took a few deep, steadying breaths.

I had spent thousands of dollars on this hair but seeing how unkempt it looks on the mirror almost broke my heart.

“Ugh!” I exclaimed.

It was pointless to freak out with everything happening. After all, It won’t change my fate. What I have to do now is to focus on how to work the whole situation to my advantage.

There has to be a way, even if nothing was coming to me at the moment. I thrashed the third face wipe into the bin beside the bathroom door, then moved toward the only other door in the room.

Opening it, I found myself in a mini hallway that went off in both directions. A massive, as in m. a. s. s. i. v. e walk-in closet. The left side was filled with Hollis’s wardrobe while the right side, well let’s see.

I walked over to the right side and froze. The familiar sight of my Aqua-blue stringed-flared gown stared at me.

“I’m fucking dreaming.” I exhaled. “What is happening?” I started surfing through the closet. Almost all my designer outfits were right there. But there was a difference, they all looked brand new, like they’ve never been worn before or maybe they were dry-cleaned. I had no fuckin idea. But, they were all my clothes.

Did Hollis break into my home at Fairview. What is really happening? I tucked my hair behind my ears. I was not dreaming. The whole thing was fucking real. Who is this man, really.

There were my shoes, but they were all new. Their soles look unworn. That was the shocker, I’ve worn most of these shoes. Unless he bought new ones in the exact colors and inches, there was no way my old shoes would look this brand new.

My favorite bags were there, all brand new. Wigs, underwear.

I moved over to the jewelry chest beside my closet. All my favorite jewelry was there. My wristwatches, everything.

Then it struck me. I rushed back to the bathroom and opened the drawers hanging below the vanity that looked like it belonged to me. Right there were my perfumes, my make-up, all in their right shades.

“Christ!” I gasped, taking a few steps back.

He couldn’t have done this in just hours or days. He’s been planning this all along. He must have broken into my home to know the things to buy.

What if he’s been the one making the attempts on my life only to turn around and act as my savior. What if he intentionally set my father up just to make my presence here happen. Have I gotten myself entangled with a freak? I broke into sweat.

I moved to the bedroom, unsure of what to do with myself and suspicion. I started pacing the room for a few useless moments, needing to spend my nervous energy. Once I was starting to calm down, I sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed. What did I get myself into?

I felt the soft feel of the bed on my skin and crazy imaginative images of myself and Hollis on the bed flashed through my head. He said it, he was going to demand his pleasure from me however and whenever he wanted.

Which meant I was going to need to endure sex with him. Does it also mean that he would take it even if I wasn’t willing, I hope not. But I was certain of something, I would never be willing to offer him anything. Or would I?

I closed my eyes, and imagined trying to escape from this prison. It isn’t a thought I ought to rule out completely. There was still a possibility that it could happen.

The first step would be to leave his apartment and maybe stroll through the whole house and catch a glimpse of what the outside looks like as well. Then I’ll set my plan in motion.

“Fuckkkkkkkk!” I just remembered my parents. They will always be the easiest target if I run off. I was fucked for real.

My father would be blaming himself right now. And I had no way of reaching out to tell him that this was my choice, that I would do anything to save him and my mom.

My mother, God! My mother was going to be a wreck. An absolute wreck. Especially because I don’t even know how long it would take Hollis to let me speak to her.

“There’s a bed right behind you,” the deep, smooth, silky voice said, making my whole body jolt as my eyes shot open, finding Hollis standing just inside the doorway.