Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

Seriously a reminder of the contract I signed with Dario has been the reason I've decided to condone a lot of absurdities. The anger I feel each time Dario goes against my wish. I let him go away with it because I don't want to bridge our contract. I really hope I make it to 90days. 


The drive was a pretty quiet one. Bruno has his eyes fixed on the road. Why is he always quiet and calm? He doesn't even look like a bodyguard. He has a calm nature and he doesn't talk much except when necessary. He seems very close to Dario, I wonder is he's just a bodyguard or more. 


I looked at him hoping he'll look back but he still has his eyes fixed on the road. It's too quiet in here. If he's not ready to start a conversation maybe I can. At least he's not Dario. It'll be nice to finally talk to someone after a very long while. 


"Are you always this quiet?" I asked him trying to sound as friendly as possible but he doesn't say anything. 


A little car chat: just what I needed.