Chapter 18 After taking a long bath, I went back to my room and surprisingly my clothes, that I had bought to Las Vegas were on the bed. Along side my suitcase which confused me for a moment. These clothes were in the Hotel so how did they come here? I wrapped the towel around my body and went through my stuff just to make sure everything was there. Once I was assured, I started to get dressed. Marco came inside when I just started to wear my clothes. He saw me naked yet he didn't mind leaving, instead he just sat down on the bed and gawked me from afar. "Did you checkout from my hotel?" I questioned while another dress that I got from my home. It was a red dress that reached my thighs, there was embroidery at the end of it and it will full sleeve. "Yes, I did." He replied. "Why?" "My wish," he shrugged. That was weird. Bruce paid for my stay at the hotel, and it seemed quite expensive, I couldn't just leave like that. "Come here," Marco ordered once I was done with dressing up. My hair was still wet but I didn't mind drying it, it would eventually dry in the heat. I walked to him and sat down on his lap. "Who are you trying to impress by wearing this tiny dress?" He questioned, he placed his warm hand over my cold, naked leg and softly rubbed it up and down. "No one, it's not that tiny!" I exclaimed and he nodded. "It is not that that tiny? Look, one move and here another move and I can feel your wetness." He moved his hand towards my underwear, I gasped and jumped. "I am not wet!" I exclaimed, I placed my hand over his. "Really?" He asked before plunging his hand inside my underwear and cupping my core. I panted out another moan when he started to rub it. "Still not?" He asked. I was wet, I could feel my own wetness through the dress but I wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. His one touch on my skin made me wet, also it made me weak. I shook my head and bit my lips to prevent any noises. That respond frustrated him more he and started to rub my core harder and harder. I felt something build inside me, I felt myself tighten underneath his touch. I grabbed the hem of shirt when I started to feel more weaker. "Still not, gattino?" He asked as bought his lips closer mines. When I was going to almost finish, he pulled his hand out and licked his fingers while looking at me. "No, I am wet." I stated before grabbing his hand and placing it on my thighs. I wanted him to finish was he started. "No, no, you told me you weren't wet." He said as he pulled his hand away from my thighs and pulled my dress down to my knees. "No, I was." I cried. I wanted him to touch me again. "Was?" "I mean, I am." I begged again but he shook his head and showed no mercy upon my poor horny soul. "Sad, no come let's go." He said before getting up, I fixed my self and went behind him. We both walked out of the room and that's when a question across my head. "What did you call me earlier?" I asked, he said something that I couldn't remember but it was definitely something in a Italian. "What? Gattino?" He asked and I nodded my head. "What does it mean?" For a moment, I thought it meant something bad but he cleared the misunderstanding. "It means kitten," Marco said as we walked out of the apartment. "I am not a kitten," I whispered to him when I noticed a group of people around me. I didn't want them to hear what I saying to Marco. He laughed abruptly and replied, "Yes, you are my kitten." We stepped inside the elevator and went all the way down. I was hungry and starving since last night. "I am a cat," I stated. He laughed and shook his head. "Actually, no, I am a lion, I am gonna bite you and kill you. What is lion in your language?" I asked. "Leone," That sounded same and lame. "Oh, boring." "Come," he took my hand in his and pulled me out of the elevator, we walked out of the hotel apartments and stood under the heat. He took me towards a black Mercedes Benz, which was my favorite car so I recognized it easily. "Where are we going?" I asked him as I sat inside. I didn't wear the seat belt since I didn't like trapping myself and neither did he so it wasn't important. He started to drive away from the building and we into the streets of Las Vegas. "Right now, we are going to eat and then you drink 'in front' of me in which club I take you. And 2am is your flight back to New York." He said and gasped at the last part. What did he mean by that? I wasn't going to leave until tomorrow evening. "What? But my flight it on Thursday evening and today is just Tuesday. Why tonight?" I asked him. "Because I don't want you to stay here and I have work back there, so you are coming with me. And no, there is no way I am going to leave you alone in a place like this. I don't know where you would be right now if I didn't come to you last night. Probably drunk, high and grinding on countless men." He explained. The last part he said about me wasn't right even if I was ever drunk, I wouldn't grind on me. That wasn't me. "I don't need you to babysit me, I can take care of myself and I am not going to leave until tomorrow evening. You can leave for all I care but I am not going. Actually, stop now, I am going. I do not need someone to look after me like I am a kid." I said, I knew whatever I said was completely wrong but I tried to act strong and confident. "Fine, go ahead." He stopped in the corner of a street, I jumped out and stood out of the car. He looked at me with anger before driving away. Once he was gone, I sighed. What was I thinking? I needed someone right now to help me and it for surely wasn't going to be Marco. There was mall two blocks down so I started to walk there. It was 4 pm now and the sun was setting, I went inside the mall and then sat down and called Bruce. "Hi," "Wendy? What's up? How's your boyfriend doing?" His tone was completely changed. I believed he was pissed and mad at me. "Bruce, stop, he isn't my boyfriend." "Then? That's why you were with him when I told you not to be right?" He asked. "Okay, I am sorry, I lied to you. Can you please help me right now?" I asked him, I needed his help. "What do you want?" "Can you come here and take me back, I don't want to stay here. I don't feel well here, I want to go back to my home." I said and it didn't really make sense since just a couple minutes ago, I said Marco that I wanted to stay here but now I was saying Bruce that I wanted to go back. Honestly, this trip was a mess. "No, I am not going to come all the way there, what is wrong with you?" I was walking inside the mall and looking around, everyone here was a complete stranger, my anxiety started to kick in. I hated crowded malls, I hated being alone in crowded malls. "Bruce, please help me." I begged. I sat down tried to grasp some air but I couldn't breathe. "Bruce, he is here." I said again in shock this time. "Who? Who's there? Where are you?" He asked me. I got up and rushed away from the attention. I placed my hand on my chest and looked back to see him, my old master, he was with another woman around his age. He looked the same, even after four years, he looked the same, the same evil person. His eyes, his hands, his lips, his words, his everything haunted me to the core. "Bruce," I whimpered. "Where are you? What is wrong, Wendy?" He asked. I gulped and started to sprint away from him. "He is here, I saw him. He is in this mall, Bruce what do I do? I want to go, please get me before he gets me again." I slapped my hand over my mouth and said. It came out like muffles to him. I didn't want to be heard. He didn't notice me but I did and that was far more than enough to terrify me. "Are you taking about Victor?" I gulped when he mentioned his name. "Yes, he is here. I saw him, I swear, he is there. What if he finds me? 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