Chapter 82 A goddess, not a slave

Her eyes opened again to the light. It was a different room this time. The previous room was dark, breathtaking, and had his scent. Her vision was still a bit blurry and she was regaining herself once again. Whatever he had given to her earlier must have been a strong drug and it could take days to completely wear off. 

She stood up slowly, struggling with the soft sheets as she finally lifted herself from the bed. She held onto the edges to avoid falling, she was still a bit dizzy. She looked at her clothes and they were changed. It was a short silky transparent gown. Anyone that stood in front of her would be able to see her nipples clearly and the soft red lace panties underneath the extremely comfortably soft gown.

She didn't really care about who changed her clothes at the moment, all she wanted to do was kill that bastard for taking her out of her own will. She was back to her senses but not fully back. Her steps were slow and soft. Her hair was poured down.

She needed to look for a way out but she just wanted to feel the sunlight. She wanted it so bad. It was the only thing about nature she loved so much. The sun. Its heat makes her feel alive and real. Sometimes she considers herself a flower because she can't do without the sun. 

She managed to find the strength to walk to the balcony where the light came from. Her feet touched the cold floor and tickled her sending an electrifying feeling in her abdomen as the scent hit her. That same intoxicating scent that drove her mad. She bent her head slowly to the floor where she stood and saw her reflection immediately. Her eyes widened at what she saw.

The floor is made of glass?

Her reflection was all she saw. She thought she was hallucinating. She tried to understand where she was, still looking downwards as his reflection appeared.

"Budum budum".

She could hear her own heartbeat. He was in front of her. It was as if he was everywhere. 

Where the hell did he come from?

"You're finally awake". He spoke as he stared into her soul. She felt the ice of that stare and it made her shiver in anticipation. She wanted to unveil this man in front of her. She wanted to know more about him. She looked at him and Everything about him was mysterious. She was curious.

"You've been asleep for two days and you looked pale so I brought you to the light". His voice was deep and it still did something to her. His expression was cold. She wanted to yell at him and scold him for taking her out of her own will but the man before her was twice her size and was as intimidating as fuck.

He looked like he could pick her up with just an arm. She is a very tall woman, she is in fact 6 feet tall. She is the height of a model, but she still had to raise her chin to meet his gaze.

He was still looking very relaxed like the last time she saw him. He was in his comfort zone, his territory. She felt a little bit of panic as she thought about it but she tried as hard as she could to control himself in front of him.

She only stared at him as he walked past her. She couldn't quite explain the expression on his face but she had to know why he had brought her here. She needed to know why he kidnapped her. 

She turned around to open her mouth but his back was what she saw. He walked to the other end of the room and poured something into a mug as he walked back to her. He was not in a hurry, his steps were slow.

"Coffee?" She looked like she needed it to breathe because she was looking like she had just seen a ghost. Her head said no, but her body said otherwise. She did not look like she was in the position to refuse because she craved it badly and her body had already given up on her.

He saw her expression, her hesitation, and simply he took her hand and wrapped it around the cup. "You need it".

Something about what he just did felt like Deja Vu. She didn't know this feeling but when his hand touched hers all the emotions she thought were over arose. She could only stare as he looked at her.

She didn't know why his eyes were on her and why he looked like he was about to devour her but her insides were burning profusely with just that look. If she kept staring at him even for a second she was going to throw herself at this man without thinking twice. She broke the stare but his eyes never left her.

For some reason, she didn't know why she was so calm. She shouldn't be calm for fuck's sake she had been kidnapped by this man. She shouldn't take coffee from him and she shouldn't be in the same room with him. She is zhavia freaking McKay.

She walked to a side table close to the balcony and placed the coffee on it. His eyes were still on her. She still had her pride, she still had that confidence that no other woman has. She still had that scent that he craved so much. This is the woman for him.

"What do you want from me, Mr. Ross?" She still had no expression on her face even as she spoke. He wanted to hear her voice one more time. It was soothing to his soul. "How dare you drug me and bring me to your home?"

"You didn't give me a choice zhavia". Her heart skipped a beat when he called her by her first name. His voice was deadly cold and unremorseful. "I only tolerated you ignoring my request a few months ago because I wanted to, you will not ignore me again miss McKay".

Zhavia was speechless. She didn't know what to say. This man in front of her just commanded her. it triggered her range. It angered her. She was furious. She walked closer to him as she met his gaze.

"So confident aren't you?" Her voice was low as she spoke and as seconds went by, she lost her cool. There was no calmness in her voice as she spoke any longer.

"Listen to me Nicholas, if you think you can command anything you want and have it, then you're clearly mistaken this time. I am going to deal with you so bad that the next time you hear of zhavia McKay you will flee for your life, do you understand?" Zhavia threatened.

The cold look on Nicholas's face was still there.  The woman in front of him just threatened him but the only thing he could focus on was the color of her eyes. His eyes strolled down as he watched her. Her figure, how seductive she looked. Her hair flowed down her neck— he had always imagined how she would look when her hair was down and he was right. She is the most beautiful thing in the world.

His eyes strolled down to her long neck then to her chest, and her breast. His control was just at the edge. He tightened his grip to steady his mind. He knew the things she was capable of doing to him. He knew he was going to lose his mind if he kept staring.

Does she even know how soft and vulnerable she looks right now?

"You will not have me, I am no slave of yours and will never be". Zhavia continued to pull his strings. Her eyes were still on his. she saw how the anger flickered and how he went back to relax mood. 

How is that possible?

He is short-tempered but emotionless.

"Of course not. You are a goddess, not a slave".

Her eyes widened to his words wondering where he was going with it. He walked closer and closer until he was a breath away. "Now you listen to me, you have just two options here. Accept my terms, and you just might be free. It is either the hard way or the easy way. I will not take NO for an answer".

Her brows rose to his words but her brain was blank. It was difficult for her to think when she could already taste his breath. He was not giving her the chance to talk anymore. It was as if her moment of speech had expired.

"You asked me what I wanted from you? Then let's cut to the chase". Nicholas broke the stare as he moved around her slowly. He observed every single feature of her before he began talking again.

"I want an empress to my empires, a woman with virtue and dignity, a woman with pride and confidence, a woman with self-control and self-respect". Nicholas stopped right in front of her again.

 "And you are that woman". Zhavia's eyes never left his face. She was dumbstruck for the first time in her entire life.

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