Home

I hissed, wrapping my arms around myself more tightly. He shook his head and reached for his phone as it buzzed, taking a second to check the screen. "I have some business to attend to. Rocco will see you in our room. You have a few hours to clean up and wait for me, we need to talk."

"Rocco." I asked, stiffening, not wanting that guy that had been giving me mean stares near me again.

"Maxine would have done that for you, I noticed you feel less edgy around him. But, Rocco is nice, be nice too." Hollis said, waving toward the side of the room where the mean looking Rocco stood.

"You know the schedule." Hollis said to Rocco, not sparing him a glance.

"Yes Boss." Rocco replied.

"Good." She stays within the house, unless I say otherwise."

"Oh, but I'm not a prisoner or anything, right, Mr. Warden." I said, getting his gaze to lift, his brow arched up.

"Just do what you're told, Ugo."

"If that's what you want, you know I'm the wrong person for the job."

"My god! what's with you. A few moments ago, you were calm, quiet. But now, it feels like someone pulled a plug on your mouth-switch."

I shrugged, thinking of the best reply, but couldn't come up with any. "You're only going to make things harder on yourself with that attitude," Hollis said, but shrugged it off. "Whatever sets your panties on fire."

"Don't speak of my panties," I snapped, jaw tight.

And that got his full attention. He slowly tucked away his phone and stalked toward me, leaning down as he held my gaze, something dark and wicked in his eyes.

"I will talk about your panties anytime I want, Ugo. Or have you forgotten that you're mine for as long as this last. Mine to command, mine to please, mine to toy with, mine to fuck!" He blew out.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, the severity of what I just signed glared at my face.

I felt insulted, humiliated in the worst possible way, that I didn't think it through when I cocked my arm back and slapped him across the face.

After the slap and two seconds of feeling pleased with myself, I look around the room and knew then that I've fucked up. Because the men in the room all stiffened and reached for their weapons.

"One, little cockroach, just one," he said, running his fingertips across the spot I slapped. "Get your ass up to the room before I drag you there myself. Rocco!" He called, keeping unnerving eye contact the whole time it took for the mean-looking man to move to my side.

"Ready?" Rocco asked, tone lighter, like he was trying to ease up the tension between Hollis and I."

"Yeah," I agreed, my gaze moved away from Hollis to Rocco, who at the moment, seemed like a more friendly face.

I fell into step behind him as he led me away from his enraged Boss.

Rocco and I followed the overly large corridor and came to the foot of the stairs. We climbed the stairs quietly. He kept mute all through while I hung my head low, tired and withdrawn.

We made it through the double rows of stairs and came to a closed door. Rocco placed his thumb in a scanner placed beside the wall and the door clicked open. When he closed it behind me, he tried to flash a smile but decided against it. Maybe because It didn't seem like I was interested.

"The door is bulletproof," he told me. But I didn't respond.

We passed through a quiet smaller short corridor and came to another closed door.He punched a couple of numbers and just like the other one, the door opened up again and we stepped into the most lovely sitting room I've ever set my eyes on.

I don't know what I thought the home of a man like Hollis would be like. But this was definitely the real definition of wealthy. It was homey. I guess I thought a man like him would be all about that awful, industrial look. But no, the whole space felt warm and inviting, a bit masculine, but not in an oppressive way.