Chapter 96 - It Had To Go Well (1/2)

The sun rays sneaking through the curtains woke Arianna from her sleep. Her body had recovered the deprived rest it needed.

She couldn't tell how long her eyes were shut, but there was no doubt that had been the best sleep she had gotten since she arrived here. There was no nightmare like the previous nights, just a hot, sizzling.... dream?

Arianna instantly sat up with a baffled expression. That was a dream, right? Or perhaps, she had a dream inside a dream? This was not the first time she experienced such a complicated dream.

”No way,” Arianna shook her head unsure, her hand going to touch her lips where she vividly remembered the feel of Marcel's lips on her. It felt soft and super real now that she was relishing the dream.

Then her memory moved to when Marcel slipped his finger inside of her and her breath hitched. Arianna gulped down saliva because she felt a little sore down there while remembering every single detail of the encounter.

Arianna groaned, holding her head with her hand when she recalled another important detail.

[Now, you are going to close your eyes and pretend this never happened. It was all a dream, you get me?]

But then, it was not a dream.

”Oh God,” Arianna cried out, pulling at her hair. She wanted to die, no, she deserved to die. How could she do this after her resolve in the same night?!

Yes, Arianna couldn't deny the fact that she was sexually attracted to Marcel, but she had to own a firm control over it. Going forth between Elijah and Marcel made her feel like a slut. She can't be in love with two men nor could what she had with Elijah compare to the lust she felt for Marcel.

Although Elijah left her, Arianna would never regret the little time with him. Even if Elijah didn't like her as much as she liked him, he was the first man to show her what a good relationship should look like.

With Elijah, she wanted a future but with Marcel, it was just sexual gratification - they wanted to satisfy their flesh. She understood the pattern; she was his new fling and until he -Marcel- finally has his way with her, she'd lose her fascination.

But Arianna couldn't understand the fact he let go last night. Yesterday... A-hem, when they had been ”busy”, Marcel had every opportunity to sleep with her since her defenses were down. Why didn't he? Why did he stop?

In that state, Arianna was sure they would have gone to the end yet he held himself back. Why? Was this a game and he was building anticipation? Arianna didn't know whether to be scared or thrilled.

Almost immediately, the door to her room was opened and a female staff walked in with a shopping bag.

”You are awake,” She said.

”Yes,” Arianna said, a bit of color in her cheeks as she tugged the polo shirt down her thighs. She didn't need to guess what was going on in that woman's head.

No, everyone in this house must think Marcel banged her already. After all, what was she? She was nothing but a hostage and had no right here. They must see her as a pretty decoration for Marcel to use whenever he pleased. She hated this.

That realization chased every stupid thought out of Arianna's head. She now knew her place in this hell hole and all she would ever be - if she doesn't escape. There was no future here.