Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

As You Wish's

Not long after Carlos left, someone unlocked the room door.

 

From the opening of the door, Ayana could see two men standing beside the two sides of the door, wearing black suits that Ayana had seen very often.

 

They must have been Carlos' men, whom he asked to keep Ayana in the room.

 

Carlos shouldn't have to do that, how could Ayana get out of this room if she had locked him up? Unless Ayana chooses to jump from the twelfth floor and miraculously survives. Ayana would not do that.

 

Standing near the bed, Ayana saw the hotel maid putting clean clothes on the mattress and looked at Ayana with a questionable look and a slightly wrinkled forehead looking at the bruises around Ayana's face.

 

However, in the end he chose not to ask any questions and did not want to interfere in the matters of the guests here, either, all of which certainly have a great influence and can do whatever they like without being touched by the law.

 

The female servant smiled faintly and nodded softly at Ayana, before she finally chose to leave.

 

Ayana walked up to the clothes that the woman had put down and began to wear them slowly. Her body felt very sick, especially when Ayana's injured skin swiped the shirt.

 

After Ayana finished getting dressed, she stared at the look of herself in front of the glass and saw a haggard, pale and bruised looking young girl staring back at her.

 

The white T-shirt that Ayana was wearing, combined with dark colored jeans made Ayana's body look much thinner and apprehensive.

 

Not to mention that because the short-sleeved shirt was unable to cover the wounds on her arms and neck, as well as her face, Ayana looked like a victim of a criminal act.

 

Actually, Ayana could be said that she was the victim of the violence that Carlos committed on her. But, what can he do?

 

Report to the authorities? With her status low in this society, the last time she tried to seek refuge, the officers turned her in.

 

Ayana began to ask herself questions. What does he really want in this life? He couldn't possibly survive this way.

 

Because if Carlos has tired of him, then it is certain that the man will easily throw Ayana.

 

And Ayana's life will be much worse than this.

 

While tidying her hair, and as much as possible covering the bruises that began to be seen clearly, Ayana sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Carlos' arrival, while considering Juan's offer.

 

He must quickly learn how to survive in this terrible environment.

 

***  

 

“You seem to like the girl a lot,” Juan said as Carlos walked into his room to retrieve some important files.

 

“Hm,” murmured Carlos while checking the completeness of the documents Juan submitted to him. “He's special for me at the moment,” he added again.

 

“Once...” Juan nodded his head while looking towards the window of the room, out there the day was getting brighter with the blinding daylight of the afternoon sun. “Have a special reason why you chose that girl?”

 

Carlos shrugged his shoulders indifferently. “Entahlah... just think that he is quite pleasant.”.

 

“Looks like you changed,” Juan said, responding to Carlos' response. “It seems, you prefer an inexperienced girl now.”

 

Carlos tidied up the documents in his hands casually and looked at Juan with a sweet smile on his lips. “Because experienced women are very difficult to manage and in the end, when they have the chance, they tend to choose to join in your bed and leave my bed,” replied Carlos in a light tone, as if he was joking.

 

 

Bianca.

 

The only woman who could conquer Carlos and make the man think of a marriage.

 

Yep. For people like Carlos and Juan, a marriage is a farce that is not on their daily agenda at all.

 

Even if they will choose a woman they will marry, then it is only for the benefit of business or just as a public display.

 

And definitely, not a woman like Ayana.

 

“Alright, I will check all this,” Carlos said because Juan did not reply to the words.

 

Carlos knew that whenever he touched on Bianca, Juan would say nothing. Although it has been proven that Bianca was the one who seduced Juan, Carlos always thought that Juan also had a share in this error.

 

“Hm,” muttered Juan while twirling the ballpoint in his hand and leaning his back against the wall. “See you two more days in our trip business, then.”

 

Carlos waved his hand at Juan while walking casually towards the door, but then his steps came to a halt when he heard Juan ask. 

 

“Are you going to bring Ayana too?” ask Juan. “It seems so...” he answered his own question. “She's really special in your eyes then..”.

 

Carlos turned around and looked at Juan with his easy-going attitude as usual. “You will know how special the girl is if you find out more.”

 

Carlos says it in a casual tone, but the words have a double meaning. And Juan captured another meaning behind those words.

 

“Then I will find out, if you don't mind,” Juan said in a defiant tone. “Maybe, the information I got will surprise you.”

 

“As you wish,” Carlos laughed and left the room. “Or maybe, you'll be surprised later.”

 

*** 

 

Ayana was a little surprised when the door of the room opened, as she was thinking about something inside.

 

“Shocked?” carlos asked as he walked with long steps, across the room. He looked at Ayana who looked pale and clearly was enduring the pain.

 

Then his eyes looked at the rubles that began to turn blue on his skin that was not covered by t-shirts.

 

Quickly, Carlos took off the jacket he was wearing and put it on Ayana's shoulder, “Wear it, I don't want anyone to capture a photo of me along with a battered girl.”

 

Ayana immediately put on the jacket Carlos gave her and raised her face in fear.

 

“How about the wound on my face?” ask Ayana boldly. It could be said this was the first time Ayana took the initiative to speak to Carlos first.

 

Carlos then raised his hand and rubbed the side of Ayana's face turning blue while squinting. “Sick?”

 

“Hm,” murmured Ayana while nodding.

 

Then unexpectedly, Carlos lowered his head and gently kissed the wound.