Chapter 13 One Night Stand

• Chapter Thirteen
• Kayla's POV
• It was another weekend and Bruce wasn't at home. I wondered where he wandered to on the weekends. Was he going to work? Was he going to fuck girls?
• I'd been working at his company for a week and almost every day, he came home a lot later than me.
• From working at his place, I could tell that he was a perfectionist and wanted nothing to go wrong. He had a lot of high-end customers that he didn't want to disappoint.
• I admired his work ethic and I was really happy I got the opportunity to work for him.
• Theresa came around almost every day to clean the house and I mostly stayed out of her way. I didn't give her the reactions she wanted from me because I concluded that she was using me to distract herself from her mother's condition.
• Since Milan, Italy was a foreign city for me, I couldn't go out without Bruce. For one, I would get lost easily. Secondly, most of them were natives and spoke only Italian. I couldn't understand the language.
• Seeing as I was going to stay here for a few months, it would do me good to start picking up on the language. I couldn't totally depend on Bruce, especially not when he was going to be leaving me alone to fend for myself during weekends.
• I'd started the day by making research on places I could visit if I was a tourist. The next step was to make Bruce take me to those places. There were a lot of beautiful historical buildings here in Milan.
• I was in the middle of watching TV and occasionally texting my friends back home when I heard a loud knock on the door.
• I groaned, knowing that I'd have to get the door since I was the only person at home.
• I flung my legs off the table and stood up, walking toward the door.
• I was going to look through the peephole to see who it was since the two other people that were regularly around had keys of their own when another knock came.
• Pulling the door open, I was met with an unfamiliar man who fit the description of Italian men.
• He looked younger than Bruce but was just as handsome. He had dark silky hair that was in a top bun and his eyes were just as dark as his hair. His features were sharp and so was his jawbone. His nose was defined and his lips lifted in a smirk at the sight of me.
• "Hi?" I spoke up, but it came out like a question.
• His mouth moved but I couldn't understand anything he said. When he saw my blank stare, he switched his language. "You're American."
• His accent was thick just like the staff at Bruce's office. Bruce was the only one I'd met that had an English accent. He spoke Italian sometimes too. "Yes. And you are?"
• "Are you Bruce's new main whore?"
• I was offended. My mouth fell open, shocked at the audacity of the man. "What the fuck? No, I am not his whore." I answered him sharply. This was the kind of man my father was probably warning me against. "And Bruce is not around."
• I tried closing the door on him but he pushed it open, stepping fully inside the house. "You don't have to be shy. You can tell me if you're a slut. No one's judging."
• "I already said I am not a whore! Please, leave. You are making me uncomfortable." I tried to be polite despite the insult he was throwing at me because I knew I couldn't fight this man even if I tried.
• He still wasn't listening. His eyes fleeted over my body and I had the urge to cover myself. I was wearing a tank top and shorts since I was the only one at home. I wasn't expecting a creep to show up and gawk at my body.
• "God, you look so hot. I really want to fuck you right now. Just name your price."
• I took a step back, terrified by the look in his eyes. "I— I am not interested." I stuttered out, taking another step back.
• He closed the distance between us, fixing his gaze on my breasts. I should have at least worn a bra! Instinctively, my hand came up to cover them and he pulled my hand away, holding it. "Just one fuck, princess. We don't have to talk about it when we're done. I'll pay you and leave. That's it."
• "I am not a prostitute!" I snapped, feeling tears rest in my eyes and knowing they would fall anytime soon. "No means no, mister. Leave."
• He sneered at me. "I don't take no for an answer. Besides, can't you see what you're doing to me?" He directed my hand to the bulge in his pants.
• Feeling disgusted, I ripped my arm away from him and without thinking twice, I ran. I gave up on trying to make him leave. He had made it known to me that he wasn't going to listen to me no matter how many times I told him to leave.
• I could hear him coming up behind me and I was thankful I had left my room door open when I left it for the living room this morning. I was also grateful for the distance because if I had spent another minute running, he would've caught up to me.
• I quickly dashed into the room, banging it shut and locking it from the inside.
• "Why are you being so difficult?" I heard him ask from the other side of the door while I tried to regulate my breathing. "You're going to enjoy it. Stop acting self-righteous. Everyone wants a good fuck."
• "Fuck off," I screamed, fumbling with my phone in my hand as I unlocked it.
• "You are going to regret that."
• Fuck! I made him even angrier. I quickly scroll through my contacts, dialing Bruce's number. He had given me his number some days ago.
• "Pick up, pick up, pick up." I recited to myself as I backed away from the door. I gritted my teeth when I reached his voicemail but I wasn't deterred. I called again.
• And that was when I heard the click of my door being unlocked. How the fuck?