What's The Plan

Anaiah's POV

Amacus growls and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the room.

"You can't be in that room and where are those morons!" He stresses. I only ignore him and turn on my heels but he pushes me to the wall, my front is pressed against it and I feel his breath tickling my skin, making me shiver in disgust.

"I've been doing some thinking lately," He whispers in my ear. I hit him with my elbow, making him stumble back and I face him with fury in my gaze. His eyes are soft and his lips still wear an ambiguous smile.

"You've been thinking?"

"I'll tell you during dinner in a few hours," He sighs and I narrow my gaze on him.

"No,"

"It's not a request, dine with me or I use that little remote of mine," He warns, his eyes shining with malice and mischief.

The guards are back and they escort me to the room I was in earlier, on the bed is a red gown that is revealing and heels, he wants me to wear this. After contemplating, I do and I'm escorted to the balcony where a table for two was set. N