4-I am his.

POV - Eleonora Vitale.

I stare at the blonde in front of me, looking for any memory that might lead me to remember who it was. However, I can't think of anyone in particular.

"Am I in the way?" Viktor asks, his question coming out in a sharp, even harsh tone. Renzo stands up.

"No, you're not in the way. Sit down." He says.

I almost smile, but I hold back the urge.

As Viktor and the stranger settle down, he consciously sits down next to me and the woman sits down next to Renzo, who stares at me and doesn't seem to like the situation.

"We'll talk about it later, Ms. Vitale." Viktor hisses softly next to me.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute."

"I was thinking the same thing, miss, come on, I'll walk with you." I snort and we move away from the table. When we get to the toilets, I open the door and just when I think he's going into the men's room, he pushes me into the women's room, and we collide against the sink. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks me, his lips centered on mine. He asks me, his lips inches from mine and he holds my chin with intensity.

"I don't understand what you're getting at with that question, Mr. Sorrentino..." I say, avoiding his gaze. As always, I'm nervous.

Many would think it's excitement and attraction. However, what I feel is fear. This man conveys a dark, cold, and indecipherable aura. For the first time, I was able to look into his eyes and they were fuliginous and sinister, unable to look at them any longer, I lowered my gaze.

"Look at me..." His sharp voice sent a shiver down my spine and I looked at him again. "I don't want to see you with Renzo again, understand that you're mine and no one will touch you!" His words leave me so shocked that I don't have the strength to question him about his possessiveness.

"I don't understand what..."

"You don't have to understand anything, just obey. You're mine, so you'll never go out with Renzo or any other man again." I swallow dry. "Now you'll leave here with me, and if Renzo asks what happened, you'll make up any excuse and go with me. Now let's go!" He points to the door, and in fear, I do as he says.

Once we were back where we were, Renzo got up and asked me if I was all right, I said yes and that there was a problem, that I had to leave, he had offered to accompany me, but Viktor took the lead and said that he would do it, and asked Renzo to take the woman home.

And now I'm in his car, looking at the buildings that are falling behind me. Wondering what the hell I had in mind to accept this man's objections without even trying to stop him.

Gathering what little courage I have, but without looking at him, I ask him:

"Who was that woman?"

"Jealous?" He lets out a teasing chuckle.

"No." His laughter stops. "It's just that in all the time I've been working with you, I've seen you with several women and I've never seen you with that lady."

"She's not a mistress." My gaze falls on him, who maintains a serious expression. "She's just a partner." He says, without looking at me.

My vision turned to the street, and I realized that this wasn't the way to my apartment.

"Wait, this isn't the way to my apartment, I think you've gone a bit past it."

"We're not going to your apartment." He says without looking at me.

"Oh no?" I widen my eyes. "And where then?"

"To my place, you're staying with me until prom day." He says it as if it's the most normal thing.

"No, but I don't want to..."

"You don't have to want it or think about it, just accept it. Then go to my place and let's not talk about it anymore!" He speaks in a cold tone, making me swallow dryly and sink into the seat.

(...)

"..." I whisper in surprise in another language as I look at the immense mansion stretching out in front of me.

If you can call it a "mansion", it's more like a castle.

"Do you live here?" I ask him as I get out of his car.

"Yes and no. I don't come here very often."

"If I lived in a place like this, I'd never want to leave," I say in a voice just loud enough for only me to hear.

He beckons us in, and I follow him. I was even more ecstatic to see the inside of the mansion. The decoration was a slight mix of modern and classic.

We went up to the second floor, probably where the bedrooms are. Until we stopped in front of one of the doors, which he opened and gave me room to enter.

"This is where you'll be staying until the day of the ball, and don't worry, I'll have your things brought in tomorrow." He says as he looks at me with his hands in his pockets. "I'll order us some food, come down as soon as I call you, and don't be late." He spoke coldly and turned his back on me, leaving me alone and angry.

"Hum," I snorted.

After a few long minutes, the food had finally arrived and just as he had said, he called me and I promptly went downstairs. At that point, it wasn't good to disobey him.

So we dined in complete, awkward silence.

"What a treat!" I whispered, while carefully observing the many small lights scattered around the city. Viktor was in the library, making some phone calls, at least that's what he said before leaving me here.

That's when I felt strong arms encircle my waist, I tried to turn around, but I couldn't.

"Quiet..." I hear his voice, and I try to reassure myself. But I was already panicking at his closeness. "I was so angry when I saw you with Renzo." His voice is calm, but I'd rather he was shouting. "I don't want to see you together again. As I said before: YOU'RE MINE!" I thought about answering him, but for some reason, I couldn't say anything. "Now go to your room, tomorrow we'll go to the company together, so don't be late." He said, letting go of me and walking away. I turned towards him and asked:

"But what about my things?" I lower my head and he snorts.

"I told you not to worry, they'll be here tomorrow." I nod and turn away, heading for the stairs. Grateful that he hadn't tried anything.

But the thought that it wouldn't be just that didn't leave me. And I shivered at the thought of him trying to make me his.

With my nerves running high, I barely closed my eyes and when I managed to doze off, I woke up to the sensation of touches on my body. Fear was also present, as Viktor's room was next door.

I sigh. I got up and went to the bathroom to do my morning toiletries. When I'd finished, I put on the same dress, then went downstairs, looking for anyone living, but there was no one.

Then I saw suitcases, which I assumed were mine, and I opened them and grabbed a change of clothes. Then I felt a pair of hands encircling my waist and a body pressed against mine.

"Good morning, Ms. Vitale." I swallow dry at the thick voice that resonates close to my ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Sorrentino," I answer apprehensively.

"How was your evening?" He asks in a dark tone of voice.

"It was great." I turn around, abruptly. Having the most perfect vision.

That man should have as much goodness as he has beauty.

I bite my lips unconsciously, hear a snort, and wake up from my crazy thoughts. My eyes meet his, and he smiles mischievously, seeing that I'm charmed by his appearance.

"Do you like what you see, Ms. Vitale?" At his inane question, I end up pulling myself together.

"Yes... sir, I just came to pick up some clothes." I lower my head, which is under his icy, inexpressive gaze. "By the way, I wonder if there's a bus stop nearby?"

"You're coming with me."

"What?" I ask him incredulously.

This is not going to be a good day!

"That's right, you're coming with me. Now get ready, because we're leaving in a few minutes." I agree, walking away.