Page 23 of Game of Revenge

I had assumed I would eat alone, but Dolores was taking me to the kitchen. As we walked in, we found Alejandro standing there with a woman passionately kissing him. Dolores cleared her throat to announce our presence—she was clearly not pleased with what she was seeing. Alejandro quickly pulled away from the woman and looked up.

I felt my stomach drop with a tightening in my chest. The woman turned around, looking at me with a curious smile. She was a beautiful woman with thick black hair, small breasts, and wide hips. She was wearing very fit jeans and a red t-shirt that put her breast tastefully on display and looked great against her tan skin. She had five-inch, red stilettos on. She seemed familiar to me.

“Well, well, well,” she said, “she looks a lot cleaner than the last time I saw her trembling on the floor.”

“Karina,” said Alejandro, a warning in his tone, “it's time for you to go.”

It was the woman from the previous house—the one who had attacked me countless times.

“I know,” she said, turning back to face him. “I don’t want to be late. Thank you for an amazing welcome home last night,” she said, leaning toward him to kiss him again. Alejandro let her do so and gently pulled away.

As Karina was leaving, she violently elbowed me in my left side. I pivoted, ready for battle, but Karina paid me no mind. Instead, she continued walking to the door.

I felt like heat was emanating out of my body. I straightened my face, trying to look as emotionless as possible as I followed Dolores. Dolores made me sit down and declined the help I offered to make breakfast. I obeyed, as I felt capable of hitting Alejandro with a pan if I had it in my hands. I refused to look his way. Although, I could feel his gaze burning through me. He sat down next to me silently, leaning forward on the table in my direction.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning.” I was too prideful to let him understand how much seeing him with another woman had frustrated me.

“How are you?”

“As good as I can be,” I admitted. He didn’t get upset at my comment. He just shook his head in understanding.

I now understood that my plan to seduce and outwit him may be harder than I originally thought.

When Dolores put my eggs in front of me, I put all my energy into eating, even if I wasn’t hungry. I had to find a way to remain calm and distract myself from the drowning heartache suffocating me.

Once Dolores was done serving the food, she quickly left the kitchen. The tension in the room was palpable, like an invisible electric current coursing through the air.

Alejandro and I ate in silence. I knew he was looking at me, searching for my eyes, but I couldn’t look at him. I just couldn’t stand the sight of him. When I was done eating, I got up from my chair.

“Wait,” said Alejandro, standing up. I stopped. “About last night…”

“I don’t need to hear anything,” I said. “I couldn't care less about anything that happened last night.”

“You don’t?” he asked, walking closer to me.

“Why would I?” I aggressively asked, taking a step back. “You are simply a criminal who not only kidnaps women but dares to touch them as you please.”

“Amelia, we both know that’s not true,” he said, his voice low and deep as he reached out for me.

I backed up again. If I let him touch me, I didn’t trust how I would react.

“Not true?” I scoffed, laughing mockingly. “Do you think I enjoy spending time with you—or really doing anything with you, for that matter? I don’t have a choice!” I lied. “I am being held captive here by a criminal, against my will, remember?! My family and fiancé are probably out there, worried sick.”

I made sure to emphasize the fiancé I wasn’t sure he knew about. At that point, I was mustering up any anger that I could find. I was hurt because I was starting to trust Alejandro—against my better judgment—but he couldn’t care less. I screamed, purposely pushing my nails into my palms to stop the burn behind my eyes from continuing any further. The last thing I needed right now were angry tears embarrassing me.

Alejandro pulled back from me, his lips tight, his eyes suddenly cold and empty. He put his hands in his pockets.

“You sure seemed to enjoy it,” he pointed out coldly.

I rolled my eyes.

“I wouldn’t be the first woman to fake doing so,” I seethed between my teeth.

I saw his nostrils open wide and his jaw tighten as he raised his head, a look of pure anger in his eyes.

“Don’t follow me,” I warned as I started leaving the room. “I am going back to my lovely prison cell. Dolores can come lock me in as usual.”