Run

C H A P T E R N I N E

I wake up the next morning, enveloped in warmth. I turn around and snuggle deeper into blankets. I'm not sure when I fell asleep. All I remember is Vincent telling me to wait for him in the bedroom. But he never came back in.

"Good morning, gattina." His deep voice was enough to break me out of my thoughts and jump straight up in the bed.

"G-Good morning." I watch as he slightly frowns when he hears my nervous stutter. It was a habit of mine, and one that I can tell Vincent doesn't like.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, Leah. I'm not going to hurt you." Somehow I completely doubt that. He was threatening to punish me yesterday, and now he's playing the good guy?

But I just nod my head at him, choosing not to start an argument this early in the morning.

"Where did you sleep last night? I mean, I never heard you come back in the room."

His signature smirk makes its way back to his face and he crosses his arms.

"Why? Did you miss me?" I frown and roll my eyes.

"No. I was just wondering." It's not technically a lie. I am curious, but all I really want to know is if he slept in the bed with me.

"I slept on the couch in my office. I figured I'd give you at least one more day of solitude before things get serious."

What? What the hell does 'get serious' mean?

I decide to just leave it and ask him later, it's too early in the morning to be thinking this hard.

"Anyway, you should get dressed. Breakfast is in half an hour." I nod and stand up. It's then that I notice I'm not in the clothes I fell asleep in, but in a long t-shirt. My cheeks immediately become crimson red as I think about Vincent changing me. That's a huge invasion of privacy.

"Did you change me out of my clothes?" After I say it, his eyes slowly roam over my t-shirt clad figure. I cross my arms in an attempt to try and make myself feel a little better. But Vincent just directs his gaze up to my chest.

"Vincent."

"What?"

"I asked you a question." The irritation was clear in my voice. He is such a hypocrite. He expects me to follow his every command, but he can't answer one simple question?

"No. I didn't change you. One of my maids did." Thank God.

"Good." His eyes slightly narrow, but he doesn't say anything.

"Get dressed." Is all he says as he walks out the door. Unfortunately, I didn't know where he kept my clothes.

I scoured his room for at least ten minutes before finally finding his closet which was stuffed to the brim with clothes.

I tried to pick out an outfit that showed minimal skin, but virtually everything in here consistent of tight fitting dresses and skirts. But I finally was able to find a pair of ripped jeans and an off the shoulder white top.

This'll just have to do.

I tried to quietly make my way down the stairs and to the table. There were a bunch of people gathered in the living room, most of I've never seen before. I really didn't want to catch their attention.

But of course, as I was walking, I accidentally jammed my toe on the edge of the table.

"FUCK!" All the talking and laughter suddenly quieted down. I sat down and started to rub my foot as I waited for someone to finally come.