Your father is dead

Vanessa POV’s

I ran to the door and locked it quickly, securing the key. The wardrobe gave way to a dress that simply took my breath away.

I couldn't help but agree that Gnero knew his onions but I would be damned if I wore that dress or went anywhere with him.

An idea suddenly popped in my head and a devilish smile crossed my lips as I grabbed a scissors from the bathroom and did poetic justice to the dress.

It was going to be my ticket home.

After destroying what I could, I sighed with satisfaction and double checked the doors before deciding to take a nap. I didn't sleep for long before I jolted awake, my eyes were still blurry but as I rubbed at my eyes and my vision cleared, I gasped in shock to find Gnero standing by my bed, a large hole torn through my door. His eyes were cold and angry.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed, half frightened, half furious.

“I don’t like games, Nessa,” he said, his voice calm in contrast to the storm in his eyes.

“No, you just like to break down someone else’s door,” I spat, and he crossed the room to meet me.

“You have ten minutes to get dressed, or I will take you over my knee, spank that ass so hard till my palm is imprinted on it, swing you over my shoulder with your bare ass, and take you downstairs to the party. Either way, you’re coming with me. So choose, cupcake,” he said, and despite my anger, the idea of his hands on my ass sent a shiver down my spine. I unknowingly clenched my thighs together, and he noticed.

Embarrassment crept on my cheeks, turning them red, not wanting to show that I was greatly affected, I turned my head and crossed my arms over my bosom, jiggling them in the process.

“I can’t,” I said, my voice defiant, and he raised an eyebrow.

“What does that even mean?” he asked, his eyes following my gaze to the bed, where the shredded dress lay in tatters. He moved past me, picking up the ruined fabric.

“Do you realize how much this dress costs?” he asked coolly.

“You’re rich, ” an attitude in my tone .

“incorrect answer,” he said and grabbed me immediately. “You’re going to wear this, your own design.”

“It’s destroyed and impossible to wear," I snapped, pulling my arm free. His grip was strong, but I refused to show weakness.

Gnero let out a low, growl. "You underestimate me, Nessa. I can make anything happen."

His steps was suddenly closer, his looming presence started to make me feel small as he leaned to my height, his hands on my shoulders and his lips by my ears.

Gnero didn't realize that the proximity has given me a kick in the groin and my clit was throbbing with an excitement I didn't recognize. A chill shook me in my core, "I guess you could be right about one thing, The party can wait."

His hand moved swiftly, grabbing the torn dress and tossing it aside. My heart beat twice as fast, I tried to move backwards but something stopped my movement. I glanced behind me for a second and realized with horror that the bed was the cause of my obstruction and by the time I looked back,, Gnero was closer.

"Congratulations. Your wish has been granted," he stated, his eyes dark and brooding. "But don't think for a second that you've won."

I tried to hold onto my defiance, but the intensity in his gaze made it hard to breathe. "What are you planning, Gnero?" My voice came out shakier than I intended.

He didn't respond as he spent a couple of minutes on his phone and the moment he put the phone away, I was drawn to women entering my room carrying the exact same dress I just ripped.

Gnero's eyes never left mine as he spoke to the women. "Help her get dressed. I'll be waiting downstairs. She has five minutes." And he left.

"I can do it myself," I snapped at the women who attempted to dress me.

The dress was suddenly heavier than before, the weight of the situation bearing down on me as I suddenly realized that Gnero was not going to stop, every move I made was responded to with a calculatively.

But I couldn't let him break me. I had to be strong even if it meant playing along to this madness.

I stood still and gasped in shock at how befitting the dress was on me, all of my curves came out to play and I couldn't help the way I felt sexy, the red of the dress made my skin pop.

I was regal and I felt powerful.

Gnero had won this round, but I wouldn't let him control me, no matter how much he tried. I nodded to myself and walked out.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, Gnero was waiting for me, a glass of dark liquor in his hand. He looked up as I approached, his eyes raking over me with approval.

"You look stunning," he said, his voice low and smooth. "The color suits you."

I ignored the compliment, my jaw clenched. "Let's get this over with."

He smirked, clearly enjoying my resistance. "The party is just the beginning, Nessa. You and I have a long day ahead.."

As he extended his hand towards me, I hesitated for just a moment before taking it. His grip was firm, and as he led me towards the double doors at the end of the hall, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a battle that would test every source of strength I had.

But one thing was certain—I wouldn't go down without a fight, that was until the doors opened and I saw no trace of my family and instead I saw more unfamiliar looking faces all looking grim.

Gnero left the comfort of my arms and went to the men, they stood still all gathered and whispering to each other and a feeling of doom set in.

Gnero came to me, his face carrying a grim expression that suddenly alarmed me.

“Is my father on his way?” I asked

“We need to talk,” He said and held my hand , taking me to a corner but I could feel people staring at me intently.

“Is it the dress or what? “I asked saucily then rolled my eyes impatiently.

“When are they coming?” I asked again concerning my family but Gnero’s lips were pressed in a thin line and suddenly my heart felt very heavy.

“I’m afraid, your family wont be coming,” he said slowly and somehow I thought there was a message attached to the sentence.

“They’ve been in an accident, your father is dead,” he said.