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

A light knock jolted me back from my little moment of peace and quiet. It was Veronica. Her calm presence always gave me some sort of reassurance and comfort. Maybe it’s because she looks after me, though at Dario’s request. “Lunch is ready. Dario wants you downstairs.” 


I froze, caught between dread and curiosity. “Lunch? With him?” 


She didn’t answer, only arched a brow. “Don’t keep him waiting.” 


The door closed behind her, and I stood rooted to the spot, my heart thudding. Lunch with Dario. Was this a peace offering? Had he forgiven me? Or was this another one of his games? 


Dario’s ways were as mysterious as they were maddening. His moods shifted like shadows, his actions unpredictable. I could never tell if he was about to draw me closer or cut me down. 


Shoving down my nerves, I grabbed a simple blue dress. It felt awkward dressing for him, but still, I smoothed the fabric over my body, my mind racing. Whatever awaited me downstairs, I needed to be ready. 


No Other Choice