14. The choice is yours.

Elena.

I don’t know how he managed to be that loud when he was supposed to keep his voice down since it's practically midnight and he could wake people up but then, I got the hunch that these rooms might actually be sound proofed so he didn't need to take that into consideration.

Well... of course, they're sound proofed. This is an expensive house, no such house will lack that.

His arm was stretched out wide, strangling the curtain with his grip, and for a few moments, I looked down and then I get sidetracked by the fact that he was not wearing anything. Again. He was naked.

Naked.

“Oh my God!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut.

“Why are you in here?"

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chanted, trying to dissolve into the tiles my spine was stuck to. “You’re naked. I thought you at least had your boxers on.”

“What the fuck. Are you doing in my bathroom, Elena?” he growled, this time slowly.

“Why do you always walk around naked? Do you sleep naked?” I asked instead, even though I was still terrified of him, but at that moment, I was more terrified of the fact that I was in contact with his naked self for the second time since I've met him which was all in one day!

“Who walks around or sleeps naked?” I added, still mortified.

“People who wanna rub one out whenever the mood strikes of course.” My breathing ceased at his drawled reply.

Rub one out.

He means… rubbing his thing out. Right? Masturbation. The thing that’s on full display right now. A few feet away from me. Within touching distance. Is this the punishment for being here in his bathroom? For trespassing again?

No. No. No.

"You’re naked. How can you be so comfortably naked like this?" I asked further, refusing to open my eyes to see the dangling thing in between his legs again even though I was very much tempted to.

Mr. Deangelo growled, "Stop making a big deal out of nothing, I was here to ease myself. It's not that much of a big deal, you can stop covering your eyes by the way, I'm in a short now!"

I trusted what he said and opened my eyes only to come in contact with him still fully naked and his manhood still on full display and at just a few feet away from me within touching distance. I quickly closed my eyes again wondering if this was some kind of punishment for what I had done or something.

"Why are you doing this? You do know that this is sexual harassment, right?" I blurted out before realizing that such laws probably do not apply to my situation as I was trespassing right now and people like Mr. Deangelo probably couldn't be sued that easily.

Plus the fact that I was not even in any position to sue anyone, much more a dangerous man who has decided to take me under his pack.

“Open your goddamn eyes,” He seethed, breaking my internal chant. I gritted my teeth.

“Put on some pants first, please, I beg of you sir.”

“You don't tell me what to do, and I won't cover up nor do anything like putting on clothes until you tell me what the fuck you’re doing, hiding in my bathtub, again.”

I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. Again. I couldn't believe that I was trapped inside a bathtub, with a naked and dangerous man glaring at me. But I needed to woman up. I needed to open my eyes, get this over with and leave. From now on, I’m never doing stupid things like this. Slowly, I open my eyes and make sure to keep them only on his face.

“I... wasn’t hiding, this was a mistake sir.” He shot me a long stare.

"What exact mistake brought you into my room and my bathroom? I swear, if I find out that you are a spy at the end of it all, you'll..."

"No! No... I'm not. You know I'm not, you must have done your research before hiring me as a nanny for your kids and you would never give me that role if I was. I swear, that's not the case... I... the truth is that I got lost in here... I went to get water to drink and on my way back, I decided to come in here to look around... that's stupid of me and it's trespassing, I know and I'm sorry. I know I've done so many stupid things already but please... I promise that I'll never..."

I hadn't finished talking when I was interrupted as Mr. Deangelo put his right arm out and placed it wide on the wall. Leaning toward me, he said in a raspy tone, out of the blue, “Hm... why do I feel like you were just here giving yourself some pleasure though?"

And I felt like I heard wrong because that was so not what I ever thought to hear him say in such a situation, "what? What pleasure? What are you talking about?" I asked, in total honest confusion.

"Pleasure, you know what I mean. Don't act like you never do it." He taunted and then I gasped on realisation, "wait, are you talking about masturbation? Oh my God!"

The tightness on his face melted away and his eyes shined with naughtiness. Before he could speak and end up saying one more thing that was sure to embarrass and make me even more confused, I stopped him, almost raising my voice unintentionally, "Don't even say it sir! Please, just stop!"

Throwing me a lopsided smile, he rasped in a low voice, “Tell you what. You can just continue what you started, I'm not a party pooper at all and I'll even be a gentleman and turn around until you... uhm... have an orgasm?"

"Orgasm?" I repeated.

I stared long and hard at the man in front of me. That word in my mouth didn’t sound nearly as dangerous as it did in his. It was the way his lips and his tongue molded around the word and gave it a life. A dangerous kind of life, and suddenly, I was bombarded with all these ideas. Of what he could do to me.

Swallowing, I took a look at the curl of his biceps. They were huge. He could crush me, if he wanted. He could wrap his large arms around me, restrain me with his body, cover me and even hide me under him. And it would take days for someone to find me. On the other hand, I didn't understand how or why he would think I was masturbating in his bathroom at this time of the night.

Why was he so beautiful, dangerous and hot yet somewhat clueless and terrifying?

I struggled to keep my eyes on him as his frown went fierce and scary. “Do you know what happens to little trespassers like you?” he asked, softly, yet in a dangerous tone that scared me while at the same time running his eyes up and down my body again. A body that was exploding. My skin was flushed and riddled with goose bumps. They were so sharp that it’s painful.

“I'm so sorry sir... I will never forget my place... just one more chance... I... I...,” I started to plead but with a little more heat.

He ignored me, all bunched up and tall. “They get punished.”

At this, Mr Deangelo stepped inside the bathtub and I barely, barely , managed to not squeak. He was bringing his dangerous, naked bulk even closer to me.

'Don’t look at his thing! Don't look at it' I kept chanting to myself inwardly.

When I felt him leaning toward me, I snapped my eyes up at him. My heart was in my throat, ready to fly out of it as I realized that any second now, he might touch me.

Again.

Oh my God, he was going to touch me. I was about to scream when a great rush of water rained down on my head like some heavy weight. It took a second for me to understand what had just happened. Mr. Deangelo just turned on the shower. With me inside the bathtub. Fully clothed and all.

“W-what –" Cutting off my garbled words, he ordered, “Get out.”

He didn't need to tell me twice. Shuddering and stumbling, I jumped out of the bathtub. My legs sloshed with water and I barely managed to stay upright on the slippery floor. Water sliced down my hair and my face and my pyjamas was almost completely drenched.

"And, look at me!" He snapped as I turned back, rigid with fear.

"Listen and listen carefully, I will not repeat this after this night. You have two options, you either be a good girl by following rules as you should in this home and I'll make sure you at least have a comfortable life in this pack or you keep on snooping around while ignoring what was assigned to you and I'll make sure you live a life that makes you think wherever you were kidnapped to or coming from is way better than this place. The choice is yours! Now get out. I don’t wanna see your face until I specifically ask to see it, got that?"

"Yes sir!" I replied and then I ran out of the room without looking back.