Celine's POV
"I saw your escapades last night, but I'll let it slide only this once. If you try something like that again, you will face my wrath. You are lucky I'm in a good mood," he said, not breaking his gaze.
"Now hurry up and get dressed, we are going to have breakfast," he commanded.
I knew that by being dressed for breakfast, he meant putting on complete accessories and looking perfect for his eyes.
I remembered Madison's words. "Always look perfect when appearing before Mr Cassian, with that, you stand a chance to win his affection."
Mr Cassian got dressed and exited the room. "I'll be sending one of the guards to bring you to the location. Make sure not to break another rule," he stated before closing the door behind him.
I hurried into the bathroom, muttering a grateful prayer. I have escaped it this time, but I should be more careful around here.
I put on the red silk dress and styled my hair to perfection. Taking one last look at the mirror, I knew I was beautiful.
The dress accentuated my curves, showcased my cleavage, and I appeared just like the models in vogue magazines. I was delighted to see my new reflection.
Little did I know that my journey with the Damiens had just begun.
The guards he promised knocked on the door shortly after I put on my heels. I carefully picked up the purse Madison had added as an accessory to the outfit.
The purse was custom-made for the dress, serving as a glittery and beautiful accessory. "After you," the guards chorused in unison.
They didn't bat an eyelid at me; to me, these guards were either statues or robots. I doubt they had feelings at all.
They escorted me to the car and opened it for me to step in. That was a treatment for princesses, not slaves, but deep within, I knew it was a bait, a way to make me want it and yet never have it. I was no other than a slave to him, and he could snatch all these favors from me within a twinkle of an eye.
I hated the feeling of helplessness, the sense of sheer terror at the mention of his name. I hated his rules, his cold demeanor, his wealth. But I had no other choice but to endure it.
We arrived at the restaurant almost twenty minutes later. The restaurant was also huge, with elaborate decorations.
It was evident that the restaurant was reserved for the nobles, the crème de la crème of society.
I spotted where Mr Cassian sat and made careful strides to him. Walking on these heels Madison gave me, I felt like I was going to fall at any minute, so I made sure to steady myself with every movement.
Mr Cassian looked up from his phone, his eyes locking in on mine. He continued to look at me, his gaze unwavering until I reached the table he sat on.
I noticed he was sitting at the VIP area of the restaurant; it must have cost a lot, no doubt.
He intimidated and showed me what power looked like most subtly.
When I sat, he diverted his attention to the waiter stationed by his side, motioning to her.
She immediately got the message and walked out, returning later with a tray containing two plates of toast and caviar, along with freshly squeezed orange juice to go with it.
The scent hit my nose instantly, and my stomach churned. It was then that I noticed that I had been hungry.
She put it down in front of us, making sure her cleavage was revealing to Mr Cassian, who happened not to notice her.
And before she turned to leave, she let her rounded ass cheek meet Mr Cassian's hand, but he still didn't look at her side. He was focused on his phone at the moment.
She gave me a staredown and walked out feeling dejected.
Mr Cassian finally dropped his phone and looked up at me, his expression unreadable as always.
"Eat up, we are going to meet some investors," he said, grabbing a piece of toast and biting down.
I was confused. Was I to just follow him around like his escort? Was this what this was all about?.
"Am I to just follow you around everywhere you go? Was I taken as collateral just to be your escort?" I blurted the question out before I could stop myself.
He gave me a stern look, and just then I recalled the event of the last night, how he murdered the messenger sent to deliver an insubordinate message. Mr Cassian doesn't joke with his status and sure doesn't tolerate the slightest disrespect.
I shuddered under his gaze, lowering my head back to my food, taking each bite nervously as he continued to stare at me.
I wondered what was going through his mind, was it the part when he reminds me of his rules or maybe add another one specifically for me.
"You are to do as I say, no questions. Remember your position," he stated in a firm and commanding tone.
Of course, I was a slave, and he was the most feared Mafia boss. How dare I question his decisions? I can even follow him to hell if he wishes.
I was done with the food in the blink of an eye. I wasn't just hungry, I was starving, and this food was just a breakthrough.
He stepped out of the chair, barely finishing his meal.
He looked at me, and immediately, I understood the hidden command. I stood up reluctantly and walked in front of him.
The guards were already stationed outside, "I mean, do they even sit down?" I muttered under my breath.
They held the car open for us as soon as we stepped out of the restaurant, and I walked carefully to the left-hand side of the vehicle.
Once inside, the doors were shut and Mr Cassian commanded the driver to move. "To Lasport."
Hmm, Lasport. Why Lasport?.