I stopped in my tracks as I read that message.

Im back and I'm coming for you

My heart sped up. Who would be coming for me?Was this an idea of a prank? I wasn't able to tell and I knew if I lingered any longer wondering about this I would end up being late and my entire plan would flop.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed out to see a black car waiting outside my apartment. I stopped and looked around my surroundings to see no one approaching the car so I continued walking.

"Get in the car Miss". I turned around to see the black car following me on my trails with the window rolled down and the exact same old man from the cab earlier driving it.

Abruptly I stopped and peeked inside the car. "You?! Again?" The old man laughed heartily and got out of the car to open the back door for me.

"I don't know what you mean by again but I do know you have a venue to be at and I'm meant to escort you, so please enter".

He gestured for me to enter as I crossed my arms against my chest.

"How would you know where to take me ?"

As I questioned him my eyes flitted to the same sign attached to the car. XC. I gritted my teeth,this has to be his doing. He was provoking me by sending a car almost as though he were trying to tell me I was predictable and desperate.

"I get my orders and I follow".

"Well then take my words back to the man who gave you the order, I don't want his charity help".

I began walking on the sidewalk determined to reach there myself. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking that he was right especially after he insulted me so much.

I noticed the driver driving at a slow pace and following me from behind . I ignored him and continued walking with not a care in the world.

I placed the location in Google maps and began following it. Surprisingly his place wasn't that far away and would only  take about fifteen minutes to arrive.

I used my time of walking to think about how or what I'd say when I reached there. He would probably try to seem cocky knowing I'd come, but I simply wanted the opportunity to turn him down.

It was a lame plan but it stuck with me and so I knew I'd do it. Letting a man control me and be right over it was something I'd accept with my fictional men, but over someone who insulted me the way he did... I wasn't counting on accepting that.

After following the directions I stopped as I realised I had reached. My eyes widened at the black villa surrounded by glass walls. This was a house I'd only ever fantasied about living in and here it was in-front of my very own eyes .

There was a huge gate that opened immediately as I stood in-front of it. I rubbed my arms together as I felt an eerie feeling fall over me. It was almost as though he awaited my arrival.

The driver tipped his hat to me and gestured me to further enter the house to which I did. It was huge and all the doors were wide opened  so I ventured in.

I took slow careful steps while entering reassuring myself again and again that it was not a stupid idea, but I knew from the way my heart thumped crazily that it was the worst,most stupidest idea I could have ever had.

I could still run... I could still leave and so I turned around when I heard a voice boom from above the staircase.

"You made it just as I knew you would".

I paused on my feet as I faced the door. It was too late to leave now when I had already made my presence known.

I turned around to see him shirtless and in a midnight blue dressing pants and gown. I gulped as his body came into view. It was so... perfect and defined. Almost as though a sculptor carved out every inch of his chest and abs.

His hair was dark and wet and he ran his hand through his hair as he began nearing me, the water droplets falling onto his chest.

"I didn't come because I needed this.I came to prove you wrong".

The side of his lips tilted up as he eyed me up and down.

I was intoxicated by his scent, an expensive perfume mingled with the scent or rain or trees and it filled me with feelings that I couldn't express ,not even to myself. It was a scent that had I remembered once long ago and smelling it again took me back to that night.

He might have sensed it,for he ran a finger along my jaw as he brought his lips closer to mine. "Why are you sniffing me?"

Immediately I pulled back as he said that and felt my cheeks turn hot with embarrassment. "I wasn't sniffing you, I was just wondering why you walk around as though you doused yourself and bathed into a perfume bottle".

He smirked and held his hands behind his head as his chest muscles flexed. "Maybe so I can mark my remembrance with my scent, you do know the power of scent is powerful".

It felt mesmerising to listen to his voice and the way he spoke but I wouldn't let a man who insulted me have me fooled by the way he smelt , sounded or even looked.

"I'm not interested in that. I came here with a purpose and that is to come to the private show. So let's get on with it".

He gestured me to walk to the back of the house where a glass sliding door stood. I saw a stage in his backyard filled with candles along the runway sides and cameras angled at every end, but what made me insides crawl was the fact that no one was present  and only one chair stood in the audience row and I knew it was for him.

"You said it was a private show". I turned around to face him as he walked behind me and he dragged his pinky across his eyebrows.

"Focus on the word private".

I was such an idiot to have fallen for this. I went to a show with no real hosts,no judge and no one present except for him. This was a trap or perhaps another attempt of his to show me how I had no worth.

"I'm supposed to model for what?"

"For me and I told you if you have potential you'll get the job... if not then there's nothing I can do for you".

I began thinking and thinking knowing if I left I'd look like a loser and if I stayed I'd better have done a good job at it,or else I would be humiliated for nothing.

I got straight to the point while not wasting any time. "Where's the clothes?"

"Go behind the stage and you shall find everything, I however will be waiting  for your arrival. You have exactly ten minutes to get ready and be in the runway. I hate when people are late".

I headed to the back of the stage to see two women waiting for me. One began working on my makeup, she did a dark smoky look and had my long hair to fall in loose curls.

Once the makeup was completed the second lady brought out a midnight off the shoulder dress that had a high slit up to my thighs and hugged my body showing off my hourglass figure.

"You're ready".

I thanked them and stood as I heard the music begin.I could do this, I just had to pretend he wasn't there. I had to pretend that I was the only person present.

The lights began flashing and I began walking aware of his eyes burning deeply into me. The midnight dress sparkled against the lights and I knew I was being recorded by the  cameras.

It was sketchy, having him be the only audience and record me but it was probably so he could use this for reference if he accepted me.

My eyes turned to him for a second and he held my gaze as he sipped his drink and had his legs parted while not breaking contact with me.

This was crazy, I was in a man's house who I hadn't known even an hour and I was strutting a runway show with no one except him to see me.

Once I completed the walk I stood at the front to see him grab a mic and speak.

"Come closer to me". I hated the way his tone was so ordering and so entitled and yet I did it anyways.

"Now turn". I felt the wind part the slit on my dress even more leaving my legs exposed.

He hardened his jaw and gestured to me with his fingers to move forward. I balled my hands into fists and neared him until my legs touched his against his seat.

His eyes were now at eye level to my waist and he placed his hands on me running it against the shape of my body.

"Hmm". He murmured while his eyes grazed against me and I noticed the way his veins began to show as he fisted the material of my dress almost as though he was trying to hold himself back.

"You'll never become a real model". He gritted his teeth and stood up to tower above me.

I stared at him in shock as my chest heaved against him.

"You mean to tell me you wasted my time for nothing?"

He raised his brow and uttered. "There's nothing that I do that is meant to be nothing. The truth is modelling is something you should give up".

I felt tears well in my eyes but I held it back. Don't cry... don't do it. I glared at him with anger and then pushed his chest  back.

"You're one sick man".

I wasn't only upset because he rejected me, but he called me to his place alone and made sure to make me dress in an outfit and have me recorded. And in the end he simply rejected me and I now knew that he had never meant to accept me from the start.He simply was using me.

"I'm sick because I told you the truth?"

"Because you're one coward of a man who would fool a girl for your own desires". I knew I was spouting words from anger and that the tears of hate were now visible in my eyes.

His jaw hardened and he narrowed his eyes at me. "I've never done this to girls. Nor have I needed to. And as for my desires you haven't seen one bit of it yet". He began walking causing me to back away with every step he took.

"Well screw you. I'm done here". I began walking away from him aware of the way the dress exposed me but I didn't care. I lost my dignity coming to a man like him and I wouldn't lose more of it by staying back.

"You will not take one more step out of this place dressed like that". He yelled causing me to stop in  my tracks but I was in no mood to listen to his orders.

I stared at the door in-front of me and spoke. "You'll have it returned to you by morning tomorrow".

"I said you will not move a damn step from here dressed like that". I could hear the rage and anger in his voice and I wasn't sure if it was because he loathed me to the point he couldn't handle me wearing the clothes he gave or if he simply hated the sight of me and wanted to make my life a living hell.

"Oh watch me". I challenged him and began walking through his door and into his halls when I saw a strange man standing against his walls.

Erebus grabbed my wrists and pulled me against his chest to turn me around and cover me from the view of the strange man.

"You're done for , Eira".

The way he uttered my name made my hands tingle. Oh, he was fuming with anger.

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