Chapter 121
NALA’s POV
Somehow my cheeks were still tinged pink and more than a plague I’ve avoided bumping into Ivin or anything that could lead to me addressing the fact that I actually saw his dick.
I’m not a prude and definitely not a saint. At least I’ve seen different varieties of dicks with different shapes, colors and sizes on porn sites and I’ve held one or maybe two in my hands but there is something about ivin’s curved dick.
The picture has been haunting me since that day. It wasn’t even fully erect yet it was longer and thicker than the cocks I’ve seen. Each time the picture comes to my head I do feel the tingle of pleasure between my legs.
Which is wrong because I’m here without my consent and I still don’t know my brother’s whereabouts also, I’ve been unable to sleep for the past two days since we got here.
Ethan has been my coping mechanism in life and I’ve never imagined living without him but now that life has plucked me abruptly out of the warm embrace of my only living relative the most I can do is to move on and I would have done that but now with the door closed firmly behind me.
I’ve spiraled into panic attacks and somehow Ivin opened the door just in time for me to snap out of it and fake bravado. I’m convinced he has a camera in the room or something even if he won’t mention the fact that I didn’t take any of the food he ordered and I hissed instead of speaking to him each time.
I might actually collapse at this point but at least I would be hospitalized and maybe my brother can be allowed to visit, maybe Ivin would realize holding me hostage isn’t worth the huge amount of money my brother is to repay him.
The dick picture came into my head again as soon as I thought about huge. Blame my brain for thinking Ivin cock is synonymous to huge and tempting when I would t be caught dead testing it out.
The door opened again before I could school my face into the same mask of annoyance and irritation.
“We leave in the next five minutes. Wear something decent” he slammed the door close.
I shoved down the urge to ask him where we were going or to ask himIf what I’m Wearing was in anyway indecent.
I managed to get up from the soft bed, the smell of the wafers, strawberry tart and creamy pasta tickling my nose but I refused to back down to eat the food.
He needs to know I’m angry, but on a second thought I was pretty sure he cooked these foods himself cause there’s no traces of a single soul in the apartment, save for a finger colored cat that’s annoyingly same shade as my hair and the cat seems to hate me more than it’s owner with the arrogant way it looks at me from the top of its nose.
I went through the closet full of clothes he had ordered for me online. I still don’t know how he got my sizes for every one of my undies and my favorite skincare products. I’m convinced he might actually be a stalker or he had someone go to the apartment I shared with my brother to check my things out but thinking about it again some of these products and outfits were the ones I added to my cart based on my delusional personality.
I knew I had no money for them but somehow they were all littering the restroom now as well as luxurious designer dinner gowns to basic high end Athleisure and simple wears but they were all designers even to the colorful pair of socks laying at the bottom of the closet.
I managed to fit myself into skinny jeans, then I wore a snug pink camisole, I was looking through the cardigans but I was torn on which one to wear when Ivin burst into the room not even bothering to knock.
The caveman.
“I’m still dressing, if you can p>
“Times up!” He barked
“I’m yet to wear p>
“That’s your luck” he said before grabbing my arms and shoving me outside the door despite my shouts and fight he managed to
Lock the door firmly with his fingerprint leaving me standing between his car and the locked door in nothing but jeans and next to nothing camisole.
My hair wasn’t even packed.
He got into the car and the idiot started the car immediately, I had to run up to the car so I could get in. If not I’m positive he was convenient to drive off with me half naked on his porch.
I looked around the backseat of his dark, mysterious soulless car hoping to see any piece of clothing to cover up but unfortunately the car was as soulless as its owner. No personalized item in it, it was like a brand new car.
Soon after we arrived in front of a large sprawling estate, the gate opened automatically and the first thing I saw was a “welcome to the Calloway’s” written in italic painful scrawl like a child wrote it.
Wait.
“Calloways?” I asked out loud.
“Same billionaire, rumored to be mafia Calloway Grant?” I needed to be sure my eyes and brain were not playing tricks on me.
Ivin didn’t show any sign that he heard me and there was nothing in his ear so I was sure he’s just ignoring me as usual.
“What are we doing in such a high scale place? Are you finally selling me off to repay the debt? Isn’t Calloway married? I think I read that he got married to a girl twenty four years his junior. Are you p>
“Shut the fuck up cartot top!” He groaned.
“The name turns you on? You like the idea of being with a carrot top? My name is Nalayna and never ever tell me to shut the fuck p>
“Shut the fuck of Nalayna. Shut up” he roared again and this time I shut up because he threw his jacket at my face not roughly but his smell is so masculine and divine.
“Wear that and meet me outside the door” he looked me in the eyes. “With your mouth shut!” He added firmly and I couldn’t help but to nod positively.
There’s something about the way he dominated me, every anger just drains out of me and now with his shirt wrapping around me, I’ve never smelt anything more powerful.
I felt my lips smirk in a self conscious smile.. I’m losing it and I shouldn’t lose it!
Soon after we walked towards the door where the door was flung open before we even knocked and two identical cute boys who immediately jumped at Ivin wrapping their whole body around his frame.
“Uncle Ivin I missed you”
“Uncle Ivin, where have you been p>
“Uncle Ivin what did you—” the question titled off as they noticed their uncle Ivin wasn’t alone.
Even Ivin that was smiling with his whole teeth seemed to remember my presence and immediately locked up.
“Who is she p>
“She looks so Preety” they whispered looking at me and trying to shush themselves.
“Let him come in, kids. Go tell you dad Ivin is around” a gorgeous woman said coming to the door and I couldn’t hold back my gasp as I saw her face.
“It was you!” I gasped before I could talk sense to myself.
She smiled in confusion looking at Ivin and then at me. As if asking what I’m talking about.
“I saw you sex tape where you—” Ivin palm clamped over my mouth before I could finish my statement as I was dragged back to the car.