Page 16 of Taking Adalisa

I didn’t know going to that munch was going to change my life.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone. I would have saved myself from having my life turned upside down. But would he have made us meet in another place?

He is in control of everything, and I can’t do anything about it right now.

“Adalisa!” he calls out. “Come and get dressed. I picked out one of your dresses for you.”

I push myself off the wall and stalk into the room, my eyes narrowing on the dress he picked. It’s one of my more innocent dresses, one I love but don’t wear often. It makes me feel girly and like I stand out in the world. I don’t like being the focus of a room when I wear it, so I normally wear it around the house.

“I found this at the very back of your closet and thought you would look nice in it.” Matthias picks up the dress and holds it out. His eyes scan my body as he licks his lips. “I wouldn’t mind you going out like this, but I figure you wouldn’t want to.”

I snatch the dress out of his hands and quickly put it on, not wanting him to be able to see my naked body any more than heneeds to. Rushing past him, I open my drawer and grab some underwear.

“No panties,” he says, grabbing them from my hands. “You are not permitted to wear panties with this dress.”

“No, you can’t do that. It’s New York City. It’s windy outside. One step outside and everyone will see my pussy! I am not walking down the street and showing everyone my bits.” I grab another pair, but he takes them before I can put them on.

“I said no panties, so you will not wear any.” He closes the drawer.

“You cannot expect me to walk down the street with no panties on.” I look at him in disbelief. “I’m not having everyone see my pussy.”

“You won’t be walking down the street. You’ll be walking to my car and then into the shop. While we are walking out to my car and to the shop, you can hold onto the side of your dress so it does not fly up,” he points out. “Problem solved.”

“Problem solved?” I ask. “No. Problem not solved. I am not leaving this house without any panties. Going without a bra is one thing since this has a built-in one, but without panties is a no-go. I’m completely exposed.”

He takes my panties and drops them onto the floor and steps closer to me. “You will not be completely exposed to everyone. No one will dare look at you while I am with you. One wrong look and they will have me to deal with. Trust me, they don’t want to deal with me.”

I shake my head and take another step back. “This is all too much. I can’t do this.”

“You can and you will.” He shrugs. “I can carry you over my shoulder, giving everyone a little peek of my pretty pussy or you can walk by yourself.”

I take a deep breath and stare at him, hoping he gives me another option—any option. But as the seconds go by, I realizehe isn’t going to give me one. “Tick tock. Pick or I will pick for you,” he says. “And you won’t like my choice.”

“I’ll walk,” I quickly say. “I’ll walk to the car and into the restaurant.”

There is no way I’m going to let everyone see my pussy as he walks out of my house with me over his shoulder. No way in hell.

“I was hoping you would pick the other option,” he gently offers. “Maybe next time. Maybe we can do it when it grows dark the first time, so you aren’t as embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone will know you belong to me. They already do.”

“They do?” My eyebrows furrow. “But how?”

He chuckles. “Quite simple. You look amazing when you sleep. One picture told them you were off limits. It spreads like wildfire when you have connections and people are afraid of you.”

“You’re lying.” I shake my head.

I try to get away from him, my back hitting the wall. He has to be lying. He wouldn’t use my picture to show people that I’m off limits.

“Oh, but you underestimate me,” he says, his voice smooth. “I would do it again if I had to.”

We stare at each other for several seconds, letting the quiet settle around us. He keeps shocking me, and I don’t know how to cope with it. “Now, let’s go get breakfast before you have to work.” He holds his hand out for me. “I would hate for you to be late for work. But we aren’t going to let that happen.”

“It wouldn’t matter,” I mutter to myself.

My boss doesn’t seem to care if we are late. She doesn’t seem to care about a lot of things. She just wants the store open every day so we make money and then we can close whenever we want to. I know the longer we stay open, the more money we’ll earn.

Matthias cups my face. “It wouldn’t?”

I look away and step toward the door. “No, it wouldn’t, but I still need to get there on time. We have customers who like to come in at a certain time, and I can’t disappoint them.”

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