18
Nicole
What the hell was that? Why did I let him seduce me? It has to be the hormones. But I’m only a few weeks pregnant.
Is that even possible?
I retrieve a perfectly crisp and clean black t-shirt that rests above my thighs. It’s long enough to cover my bottom and intimate areas. I curl under the sheets and sleep for what feels like a week.
By morning Moreno is waking me, insisting that I get up and start my day.
“Go away,” I mumble as he stands over my bed.
“It’s noon. You’ve already slept the day away,” Moreno says. He yanks open the curtains, and sunlight pours into the room.
I shield my eyes with my arm.
“I’ve brought you clothes, and once you’re dressed, you may come with me downstairs to the kitchen.”
Sitting up in bed, I pull the covers up around my waist. “You’ll let me out of this room?” I ask. I was certain after last night Dante would never let me leave that I’d be locked away in his castle forever.
“You can come down for breakfast, yes.” Moreno gestures to shopping bags on the floor beside the dresser. “I wasn’t sure what size you were, so I bought one of everything this morning.”
There are dozens of shopping bags filled to the brim with new clothes, the price tags poking out. The clothes are from a variety of stores, each bag from a different shop, none of which are located in Breckenridge.
He must have gone out early and started shopping the moment the stores opened.
“You weren’t joking,” I say.
I’m reluctant to climb out of bed until he leaves the room. I don’t have pants on, let alone panties. The shirt does cover me, but not enough as far as I’m concerned.
Moreno smiles. Does he sense my hesitancy? “How about I give you a few minutes to search through the clothes and then come back to lead you down to the kitchen?”
“I can meet you downstairs,” I say. Although I don’t know where the kitchen is located, I’m sure that I can find it.
Moreno offers a curt nod. “I’ll wait outside your door.” He steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
I suppose he doesn’t trust me.
Why would he?
After a few seconds alone, I climb out of bed and saunter toward the dresser, where there are several large bags filled with clothes, folded and neat.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and turn the plastic bags upside down, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grab a pair of jeans in my size and a t-shirt, along with panties and a bra.
My stomach flops knowing that Moreno bought me undergarments. Most of the items are sensible but the bras and panties aren’t the least bit plain or nude. They’re a variety of colors, sizes, and styles. Everything from thongs and bikini bottoms, and push up bra’s to lacy sheer cups from the finest designers.
Dante definitely has money.
I spend no time getting dressed and run my fingers through my tangled hair. It will have to suffice. I patter to the door and turn the handle, surprised to find it unlocked.
Moreno stands on the opposite side, waiting for me.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
The thought of food doesn’t excite me, but I also haven’t eaten much in days. Shouldn’t I be hungry?
“Come with me,” he says when I don’t answer.