“Yes,” Alexandrov spoke in a definitive tone as he walked out of the room where I was currently being held, hostage.
“You pompous ass” I all but growled out at the closed door.
“How dare he talk to me like that!” I shrieked to myself.
“Like I’m so kind of goddamn child!” I added in outrage.
I was furious. Alexandrov had just basically told me that I was kidnapped and that I was going to live in his house because he was worried about my safety.
“Who the f**k does he think he is?” I questioned to no one in particular.
I looked around the room and examined everything.
Much to my dismay, the room was beautiful. It was large and had a walk-in closet. One that was currently not filled up. It was practically empty with only a couple of pants and suits on the hangers.
One the wall
