Waking up the next morning after passing out from exhaustion last night, I began to realize that I was in Vince's room, in his bed. I could feel the throbbing soreness right between my legs but that was no surprise with how big he had been.

Strangely enough, I felt refreshed, feeling the best I'd ever felt in months. Maybe it was the mind-blowing sex that solved my morning crankiness but if that was the case, I needed to have sex a lot more often.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest now that I was able to think with a clear mind. I didn't feel remorse or regret, but I knew what I had done was wrong. I had slept with the enemy, the person who was going to kill me. Maybe if I had thought with my actual head instead of my sex-craved cunt, I wouldn't be in the situation I was in right now. Yet I still longed for Vince's dick even now.

I glanced over to his side of the bed to find it empty. His side of the bed was cold, indicating that he had left long before. It didn't come as a shock to me that he wasn't the type to stay after sex. I didn't mind; most guys weren't.

I noticed that there was a note on his pillow. I picked it up, reading his handwriting.

My sister is coming today. I have some things I have to take care of but I'll be back by noon with my sister. Don't tell her about our situation.

Also, Ethan can watch you through the cameras so don't try anything.

His handwriting was a mix of messy cursive and regular letters. It was a bit sloppy but it was still readable.

I glanced over at the alarm clock on his nightstand to see it was 12:33 pm. It was already noon and being the magnate that he was, he probably had something important he had to do.

I felt a shiver go down my spine at the last sentence.

Also, Ethan can watch you through the cameras so don't try anything.

Cameras? Did Ethan see what had happened last night? If that was the case, I was screwed.

Ethan had already warned me about the cameras before but I had completely forgotten about them last night. I needed to ask Vince about that later. The last thing I needed was for Ethan to find footage of me and Vince having sex.

I got out of Vince's bed and decided to go get ready.

I walked into his bathroom to find it significantly bigger than mine. He even had a TV inside of his bathroom across from the Jacuzzi.

I took a shower in his bathroom, lathering myself in his manly soaps and shampoo. It wasn't that was attached to his smell or anything, I just liked male hygiene products better. They were usually stronger and smelt better so the scent lasted a lot longer on your skin. Also, there were no other soaps in his bathroom that I could use.

When I finished my shower, I stepped out and found a towel to wrap around my body. I came out of the bathroom and realized my clothes were nowhere to be found. I walked out of his room and back into my room for clothes. I opened my closet, running my finger through the clothes, trying to find something.

Why did he even have so many feminine clothes in this closet? It was obvious they weren't for him so who else could they be for? It couldn't have been his sisters since she was way too young for these types of clothes.

I knew nothing more about her besides the general idea of her age range. She had to be around 7 or 8 around now since that was the day their mother died after giving birth to her.

Nonetheless, I was glad I would be able to meet Vince's sister who also his closest family member that was alive. I had searched online about her but to my surprise, I found nothing. He paid a whole bunch of money to keep her off the internet so she could live a normal life.

Where did she usually stay? I knew he couldn't stay with Vince since he couldn't look after her. She probably had no clue that he was willing to kill me since he had told me not to mention our situation in his note.

Despite my lack of knowledge about his sister, I still chose to dress up. I was meeting her for the first time today regardless and first impressions were everything. I found a cute blue sundress that fell mid-thigh and I chose to wear it.

I brushed out my wet hair and kept it down to let it air dry.

My stomach grumbled, hungry. I had already slept in so it was too late for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen, about to look in his practically empty fridge but instead, I found my lunch already sitting on the counter.

Vince's cook had made what seemed like noodles. I inhaled deeply, the delicious smell of food reaching my nostrils. One thing I learned about his cook was that she was amazing at making food.

Picking up the bowl, I brought it to the dining room and sat down. My stomach grumbled once again, begging for the food. I took a bite and quickly recognized the familiar taste. Lo mein. I was surprised I didn't realize sooner since I would order the dish every time I ordered Chinese food.

I dug into the food eating all of the food. I was starving. My stomach thanked me, silently.

After finishing eating, I had tried to search around for the cameras but was unsuccessful. Either Vince had lied or the cameras were just hidden well. I had a gut feeling it was the latter. He always took extra precautions no matter how much trouble he had to go through.

I had even practiced the piano more without Vince being home to judge or insult me. That entertained me for a little bit but it got annoying once I couldn't remember or figure out the right notes.

I ended up resorting to trying to break down the front door but to no avail.

I sighed, taking a step back from the door. I had pried, punched, and even kicked the door but it just wasn't budging. Was the thing bulletproof? If Ethan was looking at me through the cameras, he would've fallen over from laughing at my stupidity as I tried to hopelessly fail at trying to escape.

I jerked the door handle again but it didn't budge as expected.

I didn't know why I was still trying to escape, it was bluntly obvious that there was no chance of me even getting past the front door. There was much less chance of me getting to the elevator and out of the building without getting caught.

I was bored out of my mind, waiting for Vince and his sister to come. I had even called Erin and Blake and caught them up with things.

At first, I couldn't find their contacts but I soon figured out that Vince had blocked them on my phone. When I unblocked them I found hundreds of messages and missed calls from them. Vince had sent both of them a text on my phone telling them that "I went back to my dad's because something important came up". The excuse had worked and they didn't notify the police or anything but they did blow up my phone since they didn't receive much more information than that.

When I had called them, they were mostly mad that I left without warning and didn't respond to any of their calls and texts but they quickly got over it, buying the excuse that Vince gave them. I went along with it, not wanting to complicate things any further.

After what seemed like forever, I finally heard the unlocking of the front door. My eyes lit up as the door opened, waiting right in front of the door. I wasn't sure why but I was elated to meet Vince's little sister.

The front door opened and a small girl walked through the door. Was that his sister?

My eyes widened at how pure and beautiful she looked. Vince's sister was much younger than I anticipated. She was like a female version of him but younger. Her light brown hair was neatly braided into a waterfall braid and she was wearing a white dress.

I had been so distracted with her, I didn't realize that Vince had walked in behind her and closed the door, locking it with a key. The door locked from both the inside and outside, keeping me from using it to escape.

The tie on his suit was loosened and the sleeves of his white button-up shirt were rolled up. I couldn't help but notice his muscular figure that poked through the thin fabric of the shirt.

His little sister turned to look at me with her wide brown eyes, her face lighting up into a smile. She pointed at me before looking up at him.

"Is that her?" She asked excitedly. Vince must have told her about me already.

My heart almost melted at how cute she was. I was jealous of their family genes. Their genes were perfect and it was evident through him and his little sister.

He nodded, smiling softly. This was the first time I'd seen him genuinely smile where he wasn't mocking or teasing me. It looked good on him.

He finally glanced up to meet my eyes and my heart skipped a beat. I could feel flashbacks of what happened yesterday suddenly entered my mind and I broke eye contact with him, forcing the thoughts out of my head.

Vince cleared his throat, almost as if to clear the tension between us too.

"This is Viola, my sister." He introduced me. So his parents had a thing for V names.

Viola looked up at me, standing only a few feet away from me. She smiled widely, revealing one of her missing teeth and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey, Darcy!" Viola greeted me with her soft high pitched voice.

"Hey, Viola," I replied, trying her name on my tongue. Viola was a pretty name. I couldn't help but admire how gorgeous the young girl was. She was bound to break hearts when she was older.

"Did you eat the food left on the counter yet?" Vince asked, cutting off my brief conversation with his younger sister. I nodded.

He walked to the kitchen and Viola followed him. I didn't realize how large of a height difference they had. With Viola happily skipping along behind Vince, she stood around 4'5 if not shorter while on the other hand, Vince stood at a towering height that was well over 6'0.

While he walked to the kitchen, I saw Viola run off to my room in the corner of my eyes.

"She usually stays at your room when she's over. I'll tell her when she comes back that she'll have to sleep in the guest room. " Vince explained to me as he began to wash his hands. There was a guest room? I guess I didn't know this place as well as I originally thought.

"That's fine," I replied as I walked into the kitchen where he was. I didn't mind. This whole place belonged to him, either way.

"How old is Viola?" I asked.

He wiped off his hands with a nearby towel and then turned to face me. His eyebrows were slightly raised at my curiosity in his little sister. Little did he know, I had already stalked him on the internet last night.

"She's turning 8 today." He replied, running his hands through his neatly slicked back hair. A flush of heat went south and flashes of last night entered my mind once again.

"Oh, is she here to celebrate her birthday?" I asked, ignoring the intrusive thoughts in my head. Jesus Christ, I could never get enough of this man. He nodded in response.

"Where does she stay usually?"

His jaw ticked at my question as if he was contemplating whether or not to tell me the answer. It had to be a more sensitive topic than the rest of the questions I asked.

"She goes to a boarding school."

I didn't ask any more questions, knowing I had pressed him on far enough for now.

I truly pitied Viola. Her dad died before she was born and her mom died giving birth to her. She probably knew nothing about her parents but at least she had Vince. But Vince didn't have time for her since he was always busy so she got sent to a boarding school.

So how did he make time for me? Vince had gone out of his way to move in above me and also go to my workplace at the coffee shop before he kidnapped me.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Viola walking out of my room and towards us in the kitchen.

"Vinny?" Viola said, getting Vince's attention. I snorted at the nickname and I saw Vince shoot me a glare. I thought it was cute that she called him that.

"Hm?" Vince responded, looking over his shoulder at his sister while grabbing an apple out of a fridge. Viola fidgeted with the hem of her dress as if she was nervous about what to say next.

"When did you get married?"

We both froze in our tracks at her question, taken by surprise. Her question was so unexpected and out of the blue. Why did she ask that question?

Vince quickly reacted back, laughing wholeheartedly.

"Why do you ask?" He said as he began washing the apple in his hand.

My eyes zoned in on the apple as he took a bite. Merely the sight of him biting an apple was enough to turn me on. I had to be on my period soon. That had to be the reason why I was so damn horny.

"Darcy moved into your house so that means you guys are married right?"

I heard an almost musical chuckle come from Vince at what Viola said. My eyes widened at her logic. She was only 7 years old so I didn't blame her. She must've noticed that I moved into what used to be her room.

"No, V, that's not how that works."

"But my teacher said that once people get married, they move in with each other." Viola's responses were quick and fast like her brother's. They were both quick-witted and always knew what to say.

"We're not married." His voice was firm, ending the conversation. She pouted her lips, unhappy with his answer but she knew better than to say anything else.

...

For dinner, we had pizza. I had half expected a large meal for dinner since it was Viola's birthday but she had insisted on pizza since it was her favorite food. So Vince ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and the three of us managed to eat all of the pizza.

The pizza was delicious, to say the least, and once we finished eating each and every slice, the birthday cake was brought out. I hadn't even seen where it had come from or when Vince had bought it but none of it mattered. What mattered was how expensive the cake looked.

It was a small cake overall but the decorations seemed to have taken hours. There were small careful swirls on the side and the words "Happy Birthday, Viola" was written so elegantly. It had to be one of the most beautiful cakes I've ever seen, the frosting on top only adding to the perfection of the cake.

I carefully placed the candle in the shape of the number 8 on the cake and lit it. We began to sing Voila Happy Birthday and I could see the tint of a blush on her cheeks.

I envied her beauty. She wasn't even half my age and she looked even better than I ever did.

After we finished, Vince cut a slice out of a cake, handing the first piece to Viola and then the next piece to me. He grabbed another piece for himself and then we began to eat.

For just a moment I felt like I was apart of their family but the feeling quickly washed away once I reminded myself of the reality of things. I was trying to glamorize things when truly, I was just a prisoner. Who slept with your captor.

Once we were done eating our cake celebrating Viola's birthday, Vince went back into his study to work as usual while Viola and I watched TV. We talked for a bit and I learned that Viola was surprisingly mature for her age.

We continued to watch some more TV until she fell tired and fell asleep. It was getting late and I was about to head to bed too.

"You searched me up?" I heard a voice from behind me say. I froze, feeling my stomach drop as I quickly realized it was Vince. How did he know?

I didn't know what to say so I pretended to not hear him, staring at the TV screen. Did he see me stalking his fan pages online? I was beyond mortified but there was nothing I could do to reverse my action.

Suddenly I felt a hand touch my hair. I tensed, my pulse racing before glancing over at Viola who had already fallen asleep on the couch. Vince ran his fingers through his hair and I continued to act as if he wasn't there.

Fuck, this was so embarrassing. I shouldn't have stalked him. In my defense, I just wanted to know more about my captor which would put me at an advantage. Deep inside, I knew that was a lie.

He stood behind me, behind the couch as he fiddled with my hair. Why was he touching my hair?

"I can see and monitor everything you do on your phone." He explained. How could I have not known? I knew he wasn't going to just give me back my phone without taking extra precautions. I pressed my lips together, not saying anything knowing I would just further embarrass myself if I did.

His hand brushed by my ear and I felt a shiver run throughout my body, my mouth going dry.

"You're not going to find anything I don't want you to know."

I knew that. The internet gave his back story but not much else. I'm sure he paid a hell of a lot of money to keep the media from posting too much about him. He was a private man and the paparazzi hardly ever caught him in public so I highly doubted that something exclusive about him would be leaked. If I wanted to know something that wasn't on the internet, I was going to have to ask him myself. And I doubted he was just going to tell me.

He leaned down to my level, grabbing a fistful of my dark hair. I stopped breathing, unsure what he was going to do. I was frozen to the spot as sweat began to build at the side of my head.

He took a deep whiff of my hair before taking a step back, letting go of my hair. Before he even said anything, I knew that I was fucked.

"You used my shampoo too?" His voice was smooth and he didn't sound pissed as I'd thought he would be.

"Yes." I finally responded, admitting to my actions. I looked over at Viola once again to see if she was still asleep. He chuckled lowly, sweeping my hair off to one side.

For a moment it was silent, the only sound coming from the TV.

"I have a question," I said, breaking the silence.

"Shoot."

"Did Ethan see us in the cameras last night after we..." I turned my head to look at Vince before gesturing between the two of us.

"No, I took down the cameras a few hours ago and deleted the rest of the footage before Ethan could see it." He explained. I couldn't help but smile, relieved. Not only was Ethan not going to find footage of me naked, bent over Vince's table but no cameras meant lower security.

I heard Vince sigh before he walked over to his sister who was sleeping on the couch before scooping her up in his arms with ease. He turned to walk off into his room but paused, looking over his shoulder.

"Viola likes you." He noted before walking off to his room with Viola in his arms. My lips curled into a smug smile at his comment.

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On the verge of passing out from exhaustion. This chapter probably doesn't even make sense. Let me know if it doesn't.