His Addiction

Chapter Three: In which she is polite

"Sit down Ms. Ritalianza." He said effortlessly, his flawless face void of any emotion. He was cold, cold and beautiful.

As I sat down he got up and leaned against his immense maroon desk. It was robid and had a more somber apearance to it, instantly attracting the attention of my eyes.

I inhaled a deep breath, intoxicated by the beauty this man pertained. Dark raven hair sat at the summit of his head, long enough for nimble fingers to run though.

Steel grey eyes shone against his tan complection. My eyes sscanned down the masculine features of his face to his rosy luscious lips and prominent well defined jawline. Daniel was sex on legs, or maybe Adonis himself. Judging by the conceited grin that curled up the edges of his lips, he knew he was too. What is up with these men and their confidence?

"I think you know my name, right." The coincided yet flawless man shameless inquired.

"Daniel, is it not?" I asked. My patience was wearing thin. I hadn't got over the whole sedated thing yet, I most likely won't for a while. I had little self control and that little amount holding me back wasn't enough. I felt the thin peice of wire terminating me from exploding, slowly dissipate and snap. Stay polite and nice. Remain calm.

"I've also heard you drugged me is that also correct?" I asked, my eyes burning with boiling anger. I probably looked like a crazed blood yearning monster. His eyes widened slightly but he managed to compose quickly, it was like a reflex, a wall blocking any emotion. He nodded swiftly.

"You see that's were your in the wrong. I don't like that, nor do I tolerate it. And if you think I'm gonna work as another one of your sluts than you dead wrong." I sneered.

"You won't be working here, but if I wanted you to you would have to. You have no where else to go. Would you rather I left you for your father to find ... dead?" He asked. I stayed silent, knowing that every single word he uttered was true. I didn't want to die. At the young age of twenty two, I had my whole life ahead of me.

"I know women like you." He continued, taking my silence as an answer. "I own women like you. You want a pretty little life with a pretty little family and faithful husband. You want everything handed to you. I own you Aphrodite. Soon you will be begging me on your knees for a good fuck, just like the rest of these girls." He said emotionless, checking the time on his watch. His dark black Armanii suit wrinkle free added to the intensity in the room. He didn't care, he though he had me all planned out.

"You don't know me Morello, and you sure as hell don't own me. I work for what I have now and I will work for what I want in the future." I replyed rather emotionless. His steel eyes met mine. Yea buddy, two can play this game. I examined my fingernails, acting completely in effected but underneath I was burning.

"That's what they always say. If you don't want to die I suggest you stay here and don't provoke me. Let's go." He said glancing back at his watch and back towards me.

"My pleasure." I simultaneously responded. He got up and walked to the door with me trailing behind him.
Exiting the large office, we were back in the dim hallway once more. He led me out the hallway and through the large room, now slightly more full. It was admittedly surprising that the women were still prancing around in the gigantic heals.

Walking towards the back of the room he stopped at a pair of black doors with a dark keypad resting on the wall beside it. His hands hovered over the bright blue keys as he spoke.

"Turn around."

"Why? It's not like I can escape." I said irritated.

"No, but then I'd have to shoot you in the face for knowing too much." He tapped his chin and looked back at me. "Your father would understand. Don't you think?" He challenged.

"No, I don't think." I mumbled ad I huffed and turned around. I heard the beeping of the keys and the door being opened as I turned back around. The doors led to an allway. The dark blue blanket was sprinkled with millions of stars, creating tiny like crystals that shone bright in contrast against the dark blue.

"Where are we?" I asked as he led me down the dark ally and stopped in front of another door. It blended in well with the wall, if you didn't look close enough you would miss it.

"New York." I nodded. Pulling out his wallet he pulled out a platinum car with his name in graves into it in gold. With a swipe of his card the door opened and a female voice bid him welcome. He led me though another one of those strip clubs and to a hallway.

Stopping at another large maroon door with a keypad, he told me to turn around. I kept silent knowing knowing no matter what I said he wouldn't change his mind, or I'd get shot in the face.

We were greeted with a pair of men in dark suits and guns wedged into their dark leather belts. With a nod he made his way past them and to a huge car garage.

"Have a safe evening sir." An older man replyed. He was in front of the garage monitoring who cane in and out from inside his box.

"Likewise Adein." He said and led me up to the third floor. Many, many cars were lined up in rows. This guy is loaded. With the click of a button the lights and horn of a black jeep went off.

"Are all of these cars yours?" I asked dumbfounded as he pulled open the car door and sat in the drivers seat.

"No. Well, not all of them anyways." He said with a smirk. This man was too arrogant for his own good.

"One day there will be a woman other than me, that will be immune to your charms. And that is the day you will have your ass handed to you." I said getting into the passenger seat.

"I highly doubt it, piccola." He said chuckling.

"Mark my words Daniel Morello, you will get your ass handed to you." I said glaring into the side of his head. He just laughed and pulled out the parking space. I moved my gaze to the window and glared at every tree and car that passed. There was a teen in her car on the phone and I met her eyes with my glare. She flipped me off. I would do that.

I heard a deep laugh echo off the walls of the car. Turning to Daniel, I glared at him once more.

"Its not fucking funny." I said and crossed my arms, glaring out the window once more. Kids are so vagular these days. But then again I was too.

Halfway though the car ride I look towards Daniel and see a small smile on his face, amusment gracing his steel eyes. I feel my own impending grin but I try to fight it off. I bite my lips in attempt to keep myself from smiling. Why must this be so hard. God damn it. I rested my head on the car window and I let sleep engulf me.