About an hour later, I'm laying in my bed completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't shut off. I can't believe I am stuck on an island with a man that I do not recognize. I can't believe I was sold and bought to be someone's sex slave.Who does that?Criminals.Ghost must be one. He has to be something for him to have this much money. We are on an island right now, and I can't help but know that the money isn't because he is a surgeon or a lawyer. No, we don't live anywhere close to a population that would require that, so I definitely crossed those two occupations off the list.I can't forget about Rowen. Ghosts bodyguard. Why would Ghost even need a security guard? That question burns so deeply inside my head that I'm starting to get a headache. A gentle knock flowed through my ears, and I realized that someone was knocking at my new bedroom door. That is undoubtedly not Ghost.How do I know that?Because I just felt a man like Ghos
I take in a shuddering breath as I now follow behind the girl who was told to summon me. I'm still wearing the sun dress I put on after my shower, and now I'm thinking that was a mistake. Something tells me that a man like the Ghost will be dressed up in a suit for dinner, and here I am walking towards the dining room in the cheapest sun dress I could find in the closet.I would rather not put on any of that fancy over the top clothing that he purchased for me, or maybe all that was for the woman he said he only slept with. Listen to me, I sound jealous again. I don't know what is happening to me. I don't wish to feel attracted towards that man, but I do and that's precisely what's happening. I despise him for doing this to me, loathe him for paying for me with the intention of using me this way, but also, something deep inside me feels warm when he is around.I know, I sound dumb. I sound ridiculous. I'm not going to fall in love with my kidnapper, I can't. I know little about mys
It's been a week since I saw a Ghost. After that lovely dinner we had a week ago, he dismissed me to my room. I didn't argue about him dismissing me, I was happy to get the fuck away from that man.I went into my bedroom with my head high and slammed the door. Once I slammed that door, did the tears I had been holding back to pour down my face faster than I could wipe them away.I woke up the next morning, made sure I was dressed in something appropriate for breakfast and headed downstairs, going to wait for him just as he ordered me to do. It wasn't that I wanted to do as he ordered me, it was simply for the fact that I didn't wish to anger him more than I had the previous night. He paid millions of dollars to have me as his sex slave, and I'm not exactly in a rush to become what I was bought for. I want to put that off as long as possible. I don't want his body touching mine, and I definitely don't want his cock inside me. I didn't even know whether I was a virgin or not. My memor
I found a half-eaten container of butterscotch chocolate ice cream, wandered around the big kitchen, found a spoon, and was now happily shoving big bites of ice cream into my mouth. It's been a week since Ghost left, and he should come back soon. I don't understand why I allowed myself to get sad at the knowledge of him leaving me behind. It's ridiculous. I shouldn't feel anything but hatred for my kidnapper, and I definitely shouldn't feel jealous of his assistant. I just don't understand why he would pay so much money for me just to leave me behind. The more I thought about it as I shoved yummy chocolate into my mouth, the more I let my mind swirl around the fog that's been clouding my memory. I wish I could remember even the littlest details. While laying in bed the other night, I remembered my middle name was Dawn. Well, I didn't really remember, I just had a feeling. It was the only thing I mind was allowing me to remember right now, and I guess I'll just have to be happy ab
The next morning, my belly is hurting over how much ice cream I ate last night. I don't even remember how long I cried for. I just know it had been well into the night when I finally ran out of ice cream, and that had only caused me to cry more. The emotions rushing through my body were too much for me to take. I knew I was supposed to be downstairs right now, sitting at the dining room table, and waiting like a good girl for Ghost, but fuck him. After what he did to me last night, I'm not in the mood to play sweet obedient sex slave. I'm laying in my bed and bundled up like a burrito, when I suddenly heard my door being swung open. I jerked upwards and when I did, my eyes landed on a very pissed off Ghost storming into my room, a cold snarl already on his lips. “It seeks you have forgotten the rules while I was away, my little slave,” he growled, and walked closer to my bed, causing my pulse to spike. “I didn't forget,” I mumbled and laid back down in my bed, and used the blan
“Wake up, girl! I need to get you ready!” The voice pushes through the fog that's surrounding my head right now. I struggle to open my eyes, but the lights in the room almost blind me.“What-what?” I stutter out, licking my lips, trying to make my mouth not dry. It feels like I swallowed cotton balls. My lungs won't pull in enough air as I attempt to open my eyes again, only to squeeze them tight as the pain rushes through my skull.“Get up! We don't have much time! You're due on stage soon!” The woman's voice snaps as I feel nails digging into my arms before she is pulling me off my feet. As soon as she has me in a standing position, my knees become weak, and I fall on the ground hard. The women didn't even bother to catch me.“What's happening” I groan out, trying to steady myself on the floor before attempting to stand up.Did I go to a party last night? A club? Was I out drinking with friends?Wait.Do I even have any friends?I can't remember anything right now. Everything is jus
Okay Aria don't freeze, don't panic is what I tell myself over and over inside my head, just because you don't remember anything does mean nothing, I'm sure you have done this plenty of times throughout your modeling career. I just need to stand here, look pretty, and smile. How hard can that be?The lights are so bright in this room that I'm having a hard time looking around, but what I do see is myself in every single glass wall I look at. That's pretty cool. The models get to see themselves work.I plaster a fake smile on my face and do a slow turn, making sure I face each window for a few seconds before turning to the next, I think I'm doing a fantastic job with what I'm working with, and right now, that isn't much at all. “RAISE YOUR ARMS!” A deep male voice growls through the room, scaring the crap out of me, I turn and look throughout the room, and I see in several of the corners they have a speaker-looking box.That's cool, lets the photographer's talk with the models to let
My head smashes into something hard causing me to slowly open my eyes, I look up and see trees passing by in a rush, groaning softly, I gently raise my head to look around, and I see that we are in a car, not a car but a limousine. It's long, and I look around seeing soft lights on the top of it, and my eyes lock onto movement on the right side of the long seat.What's going on?I reach out and grab onto the seat beside me, pulling myself up and bringing my other hand to hold my head."You are awake” comes a deep growling voice somewhere close to me, I jerk my head up looking around for the source of the voice, and see a man sitting in the middle of the back seat, legs stretched out with a drink in his head looking down at me.Is he taking me home?Why am I on the floor?I pull myself into a sitting position and lean my side against the left side against the seat to try to stabilize my body, I feel like I was drugged. Nothing wants to work properly.Who is this man?“Ye-yes” I clear m