Milo was in the kitchen, seemingly having made me dinner.
He had finished and he was cleaning his hands in the sink. He was still in his suit with some of his tattoos on full display. Seeing him again after the ball I had crashed was an unexplainable feeling.
It felt different having to look at him knowing everything he had done to me while I was blindfolded. Did he still look at me the same? Did he still like me?
"You're here," he said. The permanent frown that was always etched on his face was gone and in its place was awe. Despite the simple clothes I had on–a pair of white woolen shorts and a cropped tee, he still looked at me like I was sexy.
"I didn't know you cooked," I said as I cleared my throat.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, little girl," he said. "Sit down and eat."
He guided me to the dining table where he had already set the plates and the food.
He had even set some beautiful lilies in a clear vase of water at the very center of the table. He pulled out a seat for me and sat opposite me. I couldn't stop staring at him wondering what else I didn't know about him.
He was like a pandora box–hard to crack and mysterious.
We ate in silence as I enjoyed the food. I had a lot to say, especially about the night at the ball, but decided against it. I was afraid that if I said it, Milo would get angry. So far, he made the day special for me. I was afraid to fuck it up.
"Did you have fun today?"
"Yes, I did. Thank you for everything. I don't know why you do so much for me."
I may have enjoyed everything Milo did but deep down, I was still skeptical about accepting everything he was doing. I didn't know if it came from a good place in his heart or if he wanted me to be indebted to him for the rest of my life.
I had learned at a young age that nothing from a man was ever free. Did Milo even have any good in his heart?
"It was a reward for behaving like such a good girl yesterday and taking my punishments so well."
My cheeks immediately inflamed as I blushed. Seeing those words on a note and hearing them come out of his mouth were two very different things. I couldn't even look him in the eye after he said that.
"You scared me…" I whispered. At first, when he took me, I thought it was an actual kidnapping. If it wasn't for his familiar touch, I would have pissed my pants.
"There are no limits when it comes to me. I told you that I know what your body can and can't take."
"Did you have to drug me, though?"
"You would have screamed and cursed me out if I didn't. People would have assumed I was actually kidnapping you. We can't have that, can we?"
I couldn't help but watch the movement of his lips as he spoke. When he resumed eating, my eyes were glued to his tattooed neck. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed the food.
When he caught me staring, he smirked and winked. I tried to stop the smile forming on my face but I wasn't able to do so.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night."
I tensed thinking it was something we did while we were having sex. I didn't want to make him disgusted with me or something when it came to sex since that's the only thing I had to offer.
I knew I was slowly developing feelings for Milo and as much as I wouldn't admit it out loud, I didn't want what we had to be over.
"What about it?" I asked nervously.
"You can't show up to events like that without asking me first. Next time, I won't be so forgiving."
Anger rose in my chest. Before I could help it, a few words flew out of my mouth.
"I thought I was the only woman you were seeing. After all, we aren't even using protection."
"You're the only woman I'm sleeping with, Emilie. I'm not that kind of a man."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Then why didn't you take me with you instead of that woman?" I asked in a heated tone.
Milo was calm while I was losing my mind. He acted like the whole thing didn't bother him.
"Look, you're my mistress, little girl. I won't take you everywhere I go. All I can assure you is that you are the only woman I will be sleeping with. There will be no other woman but you."
Hearing the word mistress brought a taste so sour to my mouth. I pushed my chair back roughly and walked away.
Milo followed after me and grabbed my arm to pull me back. Since he was stronger than me, I had no choice but to face him even when I didn't want to.
"You knew the deal when we were getting together. You and I can't be anything more. The odds don't work in our favor and I don't even date anymore. I am incapable of any emotion other than anger and lust."
Hearing him say what I knew only served to hurt me even more than I already was.
"Let me go, Milo," I said.
When he didn't oblige, I tried to pry myself from his grasp. Seeing as he was more than twice my size, that attempt was fruitless.
"Will you ever let me go?"
"I don't know the context of that question but the answer is no. I will never let you and I will never allow you to find happiness with another man. Forget it, Emilie. You belong to me…forever."
Before I could process his words, he kissed me hard. He pulled me flush into his chest and grabbed my ass with his huge hands.