27. Dreaming

Destiny

He called me into his room again, and this time, I had my nerves under control. I tried my best to look pretty for him.

I didn't wear any make-up, but I carefully styled my hair into long curls that ran down to the middle of my back. I chose an off-white dress with thin spaghetti straps that flowed from top to bottom. My heart beat fast as I knocked on his door.

"Come in," his deep voice bellowed from inside, so I pushed the door open.

As soon as I entered the room, his gaze swept over me like a predator eyeing its prey.

But I refused to be a prey, not anymore. I stood tall, my chin held high and met his gaze head-on. I could see the surprise in his eyes, but it quickly turned into something else--lust.

"You look beautiful," he said with a smirk, and I could feel his eyes tracing the curves of my body. I forced myself to ignore it and walked forward, standing a few feet away from him.

"You called for me?" I asked, my voice shook.

He nodded, still looking at me hungrily. "Yes,