Parvel's POV:
It's been about two weeks since I've been locked in here. I haven't seen Enzo in a while. He's been on business trips for the last week. He has called me every night to check up on me, and to see if I needed anything.
As for me, every single day here has been the same. I get up, shower, eat my breakfast, stare out the balcony once in a while, read till I fall asleep. I'm really tired of this. I'd occasionally talk to Clara but then one of the men comes to take her away, leaving me all alone again.
All the other maids avoid me, rolling their eyes and giggling whenever I walk by. It makes me really sad. I don't know what I've done to make them mad at me. In all honesty, I thought they'd sympathize with me, seeing as I'm held captive here, robbed from my freedom by a ruthless Mafia leader. I had no opportunity to escape as the mansion is always guarded. I'm starting to get really depressed in here.
I know I didn't have the perfect life, I wasn't planning to have the perfect life, but at least I had my freedom. And instead of fighting for myself, I slept in the same bed as him, I even let him kiss me. My first kiss has been taken away from me. God, I'm so pathetic. Am I really that desperate for affection? The moment someone Butter me up, I become putty in their hands.
Am I really that weak? That messed up? That stupid?
I put my palms on my face as I intoxicate myself with thoughts, sitting on the ottoman. My mind wanders off to that day, where he layed me on the bed and covered me with kisses. Why would he do that? What would he get out of it? Why me ?
Funny thing is I wasn't disgusted when he touched me. I liked it and my body reacted differently. I shivered when his lips came in contact with my skin, and the way he stared at me. No one ever looked at me like that but that doesn't mean I like him. He kills people for God's sake. I'm always going to be in danger if I stay here.
A knock on the door shakes me up from my contemplation. I wonder who it is.
"Sir?" I hear a man's voice from the other of the door.
"You can come in. "I state. With that the door opens revealing , one of Enzo's men.
"Afternoon, sir ." He greets and I smile lightly at him. "Good afternoon, Please call me Parvel ." I state and he nods.
"Is something wrong?" I question and he shakes his head.
"Boss wanted me to inform you that he's arriving this evening. And he would like to take you out for dinner." He informs me and I look up at him. Why does Enzo want to take me out?
"He also wanted me to give you this." He hands me a brown shopping bag and says "He says to be ready by 8." I nod at him. "Thank you." I thank him and he nods his head, then makes his way out of the room.
Looking at the bag, I open it and peek inside, pulling out this absolutely stunning shirt. Now, I'm not the type of guy who loses his mind over clothes — but , I couldn't take my eyes off it. The color was this soft light pink, almost violet, with a metallic sheen that made it glow. It wasn't loud or over-the-top, just simple, sleek, and effortlessly classy — exactly my vibe.
There was also a pair of silver sneakers in there that complimented the look perfectly.
I look at the clock and it's 6 PM right now so I still have time to kill. Maybe I can go downstairs to see Clara. She can help me get ready for tonight later.
I walk into the kitchen and the maids are sat in the stools talking. I stand there rubbing my arms awkwardly hoping they'd notice me.
I clear my throat and they all immediately turn their heads at me. There were four of them, well three if you excluded Clara, who smiles at me while the other just look me up and down with an annoyed expression on their faces.
"Parvel, come sit." She shirps whist motioning to the empty stool besides her. I nod my head an walk over to her.
"Hello." I sit down as I smile, gaining nothing but spiteful stares from them.
Did I do something wrong?
"You look really beautiful today, Parvel ." Clara compliments me in attempt to break the ice. I immediately get embarassed and don't know what to say. "Oh, thank you. So do you." I reply, "You always do, but today you're just glowing." She adds and I feel my cheeks heat up. I don't know how to handle compliments.
"I don't see what the fuss is about. Generic hair, generic face, generic body. He doesn't really stand out to me." The other maid giggles as she looks at me with disgust. I feel my face drop into a neutral expression. I know I'm not attractive, no matter how many times people compliment me, but I don't need to hear it out loud.
The other two maids giggle at her as she smirks. at me, satisfied with my reaction.
cut it out." Clara says, sending her a death glare.
"I-I'm sorry if I done something to you. I really don't know what I did to make you mad at me, but I hope we can be friends." I mutter lightly as she raises her brow.
"Sorry, but we don't befriend gold digging whores like you." She giggles and I frown. That was really hurtful. I don't think they know that I'm here by force and that I don't want anything to do with this place.
"W-what do you mean?" I ask her, my head bowed.
"Oh, look. Now he's acting innocent. Is this what you do? Is this how you lure men in? By this whole reserved shy boy act?" She scoffs and I screw my brows in a frown as I stare at her dumbfounded. I didn't lure anyone in. I'm a captive and I wish I can get out but I can't.
"You must have no respect for yourself." She giggles and I stand up from my stool, immediately walking out the door. I'm not going to sit down and listen to them insult me. I should've stood up to them but I'm weak. I hate that I'm like this, I hate that no one tought me to stand up for myself.
I walk in the bedroom and slump on the bed, letting out a sigh. I'll just sit here till 7 then I can start getting ready.
I hum to myself as I stare up at the ceiling. I'm thinking that I can escape tonight, wherever Enzo is taking me, there has to be somewhere I can sneak out to and get help.
I suddently heard a knock on the door then Clara comes in and shuts the door behind her.
She sits next to me "Are you okay?" She mutters and I hum in response, propping myself to sit down.
"Don't mind her, parvel. She's always been jealous." She cooes as she pats my shoulder.
"Why would she be jealous of me? I'm miserable here." I sigh, looking down at my thighs.
"Well, you see, she's always fancied Sir Enzo.
She would go on and on about him, how he was the perfect man. A man of power, success, wealth, looks and everything. She'd always challenge that she'll be with him someday. To marry and such." She explain and I furrow my brows.
"And what does that have to do with me?" I ask and she giggles.
"You're so clueless. Sir Enzo never glanced in her direction, in anyone's direction for that matter. You can say he has pretty high standard. Then you suddently show up, you're handsome and nice and obviously Sir Enzo is infatuated by you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be living here. He never brought an anyone home and treated him the way he treats you. And that's why she's jealous. You're a challenge, and a pretty hard act to follow." She adds and I raise my brows. I get it now. But in all honesty I wished he liked her so he would let me go .