Taming Mr Dominant

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I cried whilst holding a pillow in the bed. No, not my bed, not my pillow, not my room. This was Rocco's room.

Rocco's dropped me in his home after he done the works without said anything to me. Starting today, I was officially moved to Abrahamson family house. They even didn't inform this to me before. I knew it from the house maid when I came in.

If he cancelled our public relationship why did he made me move to his home? This make me puzzled. I didn't understand this guy. The more important thing to me was, how dare he moved me without informed me first.

The house maid led me to the room which she said was young master's bedroom and then said that this would become my bedroom starting today.

I got in the room and my eyes roamed the decor. Beautiful bedstead made by fine wood, crafted carefully, you can see it from the complex carving. I ran my fingers through it and felt amaze by this handicraft. Almost all the furniture here made by wood, like night stand, bookshelf, while the other stuffs dominated by black and grey. Even the wallpaper was dominated with black with a little gold.
I saw the door at the left of the bed then walked towards it. If Rocco was here, I would never dare to move even an inch.

I turned the door knob, got in the room, which was the closet room. This one had the enormous size, more bigger than my closet room. I roamed my eyes through this closet room, same like the bedroom, this one dominated by wood and black color. I saw his clothes hanging orderly from each season, but still black and grey color dominated his garments. Then my eyes catched something familiar to me. My wardrobe! I troting towards my pink pastel wardrobe, the one which stand out here. At least there was something that made me remember where I came from, my beautiful home.
I opened the wardrobe just to find.. nothing. Only an empty cupboard, nothing inside. So, when they said move, that just me and my cupboard. Very well.

"You interfere my thought, whore!"
I sat on the floor, near my cupboard, then my mind drifting to this afternoon when Rocco said that to me. How my life turned into the worst nightmare? Whore. I mean WHORE. Whore is woman who engaged in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet. I searched it from my phone.
Am I whore, harlot, or strumpet? Was I stoop that low to him? Am I wrong approving their help and requirement?
I just wanna help my family, was it wrong? Then what else I could do?

The tears that I tried to hold up, started to streaming down my face. The feeling of hurt, sadness, solitariness, worthless, mockery filling me up. That was the first time people did me cruelly. I felt my self esteem dissapear. I tried to call Mom, Daddy, and Lavin, but neither of them picked up my call.

After a long time, feeling satisfied burst out my emotion, I then stood and walked out from closet room just to find Rocco sat at the edge of bed. His back faced me, holding his phone. I didn't know what he is doing with his phone, like I care.

I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, hoping he didn't realized I was there. But what useless hope I had, he turned back his head, his eyes met me. My body shivering, I quickly averted my eyes to my feet. What another mockery he will say?

Silent held for a while, felt like eternity to me. I was saved by a knock on the door. Maid informed us,"Dinner ready at 8.00, Miss, young master. Mrs wait for you at dining room."