Chapter 2 I see red.

I couldn't remember anything from last night. After a couple of shots my head spinned and blocked out.

This morning Sun was shining directly on my eyes coming from between the blinds.

"I didn't shut them properly last night" I thought to myself while attempting to open one of my eyes. I failed. I turned away and my arm landed on someone else. Exactly a male chest. I jumped out of the bed instantly.

- What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... - I whispered.

I walked around the bedroom and picked my nightie. Still not completely awake and definitely not yet sober I tried gently pulling away the pillow he had on his face. I recognised the body nearly instantly, but wanted to make sure.

- What the ... - I whispered again to myself.

I slowly made my way out of my room. On exit I gave him one last glance and still not believing what I saw, I breathed out all air in my lungs.

I quickly found my phone and messaged Laura.

"Why the hell is there a devilishly handsome man in my bed and what the hell happened last night? - Exxx"

While waiting for an answer I put a jug of coffee on and made myself look slightly more human. I cleaned all my makeup off and brushed my hair. I also managed to change my Mickey Mouse nightie for something more suitable. I poured myself a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette while sitting on a stool in the kitchen. It was a beautiful day in England. Sun was shining through all the windows and the outside thermometer showed 20°C. It was looking like a warm, gentle day.

I opened the window and looked at my phone.

" how would I know? You went home with him! Not me. Lol I wouldn't kick him out yet if he's that handsome - L xx"

'Well that was helpful..' I thought to myself and continued smoking my cigarette.

- Good morning - his hoarse voice filled the room.

I turned around on my stool. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt and frankly, I did not have a problem with it. His body was covered in random tattoos and scars.

- Morning.. - I coughed, slightly choking on the smoke.

- How did you sleep?

- OK, you?

- Not too bad either. - he sent me a mysterious smile.

- Did we?

- Fucked? - I opened my eyes a little bit wider from the choice of his words. - No. I gave you a lift home and you insisted I stay. So I did..

Puff.. I breathed out a sign of relief.

I looked at him for a little and then he made his way towards me.

- Cute flat.. Quirky.

- Thanks. - I blushed. It was a state. There were piles of laundry everywhere, including my underwear.

He walked up to my stool and stood right in front of me. He leaned forward and put his arms on each side of me on the counter. My breathing sped up and I could hear my heartbeat.

Then he grabbed the jug with coffee from behind me and moved away. His face showed a little smile of a winner and I finally could breathe again. He smelled like forest and a brand new car combined. I couldn't imagine a better combination.

- Could I have a mug?

- Of course! - I jumped out of my space and put a cigarette between my lips.

I stretched out to an upper shelf in my kitchen.

- Do you need help? - he leaned forward directly behind me and reached out for a mug on a shelve.

- That's what I get for being a shortie..

He smiled. I made him laugh. Why does this in my head seem like a huge achievement, I shall never know.

He was still standing behind me. His hips pressed on my ass and for a second it seemed like I could feel every inch of him.

His lips found their way to my ear and with his still waking up voice, he decided to whisper.

- If you continue wearing shorts like these I won't have a choice and I will fuck you. Right here. On this counter.

I blushed so hard, I could feel my cheeks burning. I bit my lower lip and stretched my hips further towards him, slightly grinning into him. His hand reached around and grabbed my neck. He spinned me around and now we were face to face. His hand still on my throat.

In my eyes you could see excitement and fear. I wanted his body, but I knew nothing about him.

- Don't tease me baby girl.. - he sounded angry but desperate. - I wanted to rip these clothes of yours since I saw you in that red dress and there's nothing. Absolutely nothing that will stop me now.. So if you don't want it, stop it now.

His hand tightened around my neck and my brain detected a challenge. I don't know if it was left overs of alcohol in my body or stubbornness to get things the way I want them. Instead of moving away from him I laid my both hands on his lower stomach and below. I touched him through the material of his black jeans and massaged it a little. I was watching how his eyes changed colour from golden brown to deep dark nearly black.

He finally let go of my throat. He ripped my shirt into pieces exposing my naked breasts. He angrily kissed my neck and spaces between my boobs. I let go a small moan when his lips found tips of my nipples. He was biting and pulling them one by one. Repeating from one side to the other. My body bent backwards.

He made his way down my stomach to the edge of my shorts.

*RING* *RING*

Sound of my phone disturbed both of us. He picked himself up and gone back to kissing my neck.

- Ignore it. - he demanded in between kisses.

But the phone wasn't stopping. I slid myself away from him and quickly grabbed my phone.

- Hello? - I turned around to look at him. Only than realised his trousers were undone and he was wearing absolutely nothing underneath them.

- Esme? You ok? Is everything alright?

- Oh god, dad! YES! - I nearly shouted trying to cover my lack of breath.

Mr S just stood there laughing at me, while pouring himself a coffee. I gave him a questioning look and focused on my dad.

- Good, are you ok? I have a day off and thought I would check on you, since you went out last night...

- I'm fine pops, I'm actually out right now with girls.

- Oh that's good, I'm glad you are getting your social life back pumpkin. I love you...

I smiled. Still as an adult I loved hearing my dad say this to me.

- I love you too dad. I'll call you later OK?

- Of course!

He hanged up first. I felt bad for lying to him, but I didn't think me and 'Mr one night' were quite yet on the stage of telling our parents about us. He however menaged to get himself dressed and poured himself a coffee.

- I'm so sorry.. That was my dad.

- So. I've heard. - he looked angry in a way. He raised his eyebrow. - coffee here is disgusting.. Get dressed and pick up your passport.

- What? - I looked at him seriously confused and laughed.

- I wasn't joking. Get dressed baby girl.. We're going for a good coffee.

- Why would I need a passport for it?

- Because.. - he walked up to me and his naked body stunned me again. - I said so...

I shook my head in disapproval and walked into my bedroom. I quickly found a simple black dress and some heeled boots. I fixed my make up by adding some mascara and red lipstick. My hair I quickly tide in a bun.

- What the hell is your name?

I finally burst out of the bedroom.

- Scusi? - he nearly chocked.

- What the hell is your name, I don't even know your name. You can't just stay the night in my house and then manipulate me to do anything you want.. You... You're a stranger here and frankly I could just call the police right now.. - suddenly alcohol left my body and I was angry. God I was angry.

He stood there for a while in shock.

- Baby girl - he started walking painfully slowly towards me. - 20 minutes ago you were willing to fuck me on your own kitchen counter. Last night when I wanted to leave, you begged me to stay by getting undressed in front of me and threatening to run out of the house as God made you. - he finally stood so close I could smell him again. - I know more about you from those 12 hours than you do and since you don't remember my name is Cosimo. Cosimo Saverio.

I looked at him for a while. There was nothing I could have said that would save me now.

- Could I at least know.. Where are we going?

- Milan.

- Very funny.. - I chuckled and picked up my cardigan and bag.

- Well you shall see than.. - he swiftly put on his t-shirt and sent me another one of his knees weakening smiles.

I packed my phone, my make up and as he requested my passport. He angrily taped something on his phone.

- You ok?

- Yes, just sorting a few things from work.. You take your time.

He kissed my forehead and walked to the other side of the room to call someone. In this whole situation I got so anxious and worked up that I took my regular place on a stool and lit yet another cigarette. Smoking called me down and filled my lungs.

Cosimo spoke Italian throughout the whole conversation so I decided to ignore him. I pulled out my phone trying to decide what I want to / can say and to whom? I took another drag of my cigarette and patiently waited.

- Go on then.. Our car is here. You have everything?

- We're going for a coffee, not flying to the other side of the planet.

He grabbed my hand, keys and dragged me outside my house. He locked the doors and we made our way to the black parked outside SUV.

'Of course he drives an SUV with blackout windows.'

Cosimo opened my doors and helped me get in. Inside behind the driver seat there was a man in an elegant black suit. He looked muscular and tough. He hasn't spoken a word to me but he did exchange small conversation in Italian with Cosimo. We seemed to be driving for ages. London was getting further and further and considering the car I was driving in, I felt less and less comfortable.

We arrived at the gates of what could have been an airport or a human trafficking base. It was surrounded by a silver net. Gate opened and we drove further in.

- This is gonna be the weirdest coffee in my life... - I stuttered.

He didn't laugh. He looked quite serious now.

' I don't want to die' thought was spinning around my head. Why was he so serious? Did I say something?

I looked outside the window as we were driving through the middle of nowhere. Single tear appeared in my eye and I wiped it just before it rolled down my face.

Car suddenly stopped and in front of us stood a huge white jet. Too scared to move I kept staring at it through my window. Cosimo got out of the car, walked around it and opened my doors.

- Madame? - he handed me his hand and I just looked at it and then back on his face. - Esme?

He looked nervous. I didn't think a man like him got nervous? I still didn't move. His lack of emotions and behaviour made me feel even more uncomfortable.

- Esme. Baby girl.. Get out of the car. Don't be stupid.

I only shook my head in disapproval. Couldn't even look him directly in the eyes anymore. My whole confidence disappeared from my body, taking the attitude with her.

- Esme, I'm taking you for a coffee. Not kidnapping you... - he leaned over my body making our faces touch.

He undone my belt and moved it away.

- Esme please.. Don't make me force you out. We don't want it, do we?

His voice was confident, soft but demanding. He wasn't smiling or showing any emotions.

I gave him a simple angry glance but he took it as a challenge. He picked me up from the car and threw me across his shoulder. I tried getting away by punching his back, but it was no use to me.

- Let me go! - I finally managed to scream out, but we were already half way through the steps to the jet.

I looked up at my beautiful London for what felt like the last time. Near the car three more men appeared in similar suits as our driver, they followed us inside not long after. Tears poured out of my eyes without control now. We walked all the way across the jet to the back. It was spacious with only a few spaces for people to sit. Kept in nice 70s colours, wood and amber with red carpets throughout. In other circumstances this might have been enjoyable. Suddenly we walked through the doors and I was thrown on a big comfy bed in the middle of the room.

'fuck he even has his own bedroom in here'. Cosimo closed the door behind us and walked around the bed. I scooped myself together in hope I'll get away from him as far as possible. My bag was nowhere in sight.

- Esme.. You need to understand one simple thing. What I say goes! - he screamed. - Disobedience isn't the way I like to sort my business. I always get what I want and this moment what I want is you.

I sat up on my knees and watched him get more and more tensed up.

- All I wanted is to take you for a fucking coffee.. There was no need to make it so fucking difficult. Was it?

I shook my head and he sat down on a small armchair in the corner of the room. He leaned forward and plaited his finger. His head dropped down and he stayed like that for a bit. I moved myself really slowly from the bed and got up. Trying not to make too much noise I started walking towards the door. Another tear poured out my eye. I looked at the door one more time. Sign on them said unlocked.

'Its my chance to run..' - I thought in my head repeatedly reminding myself not to fuck this up. As soon as I made it to the door Cosimo stood right in front of me with just one step. He grabbed my throat, but this time I could feel him squishing it.

- Oh no baby girl.. No point in running. You're mine now and you will go for that fucking coffee with me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

I shook my head agreeing. He backed off step by step still carring my throat in his hand. I cried so much that I couldn't make a sound. He thrown me on the bed once again, then bent over and lean above me locking me in place. I turned my head away trying so hard not to look at him.

- You're so beautiful baby girl.. - he brushed my hair away from my face and touched my cheek with pal of his hand. He leaned closer rubbing his nose against my cheek. - I won't let anyone or anything hurt you, ok? All you need to do in return is be mine.. Devoted. Mine.

I slapped his face as hard as I could..

- You're a freak!

- Baby girl don't do this..ever.. Again. I want you to want me, like today morning.. Do you remember? - he smiled. - I don't want forced love.. I just need you to help me here a bit. But it won't be easy if you continue acting like that.

- You basically kidnapped me! You fucking psycho!

- SHUT UP! BASTA!

He raised his voice again and stood up.

I'll give you some space now... There's sink and some toiletries in the wardrobe. Feel free to help yourself to them.. We'll be landing in Milan around 3 ish. I want you looking good when we finally go for that coffee..

Fuck yourself..

He swalled a huge gulp and clutched his jaw. With a swing of the doors he disappeared. Lock turned itself and I was sat alone in this small room chocking on my own tears until I fell asleep.