Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 19

==Olivia==

I hated periods! Well, was there any girl that cherished it? Of course not. I laid on my stomach, whimp have any pills with me. That meant I would have a whole day of whimpering.

I clutched my belly, praying and wishing that time flew past. Then came a knock on my door. F**k. I wa The knock came again, and I shut my eyes. Hoping to keep the noise out. I heard the door open slight "Miss? Master wants to meet you."

Oh for the love of God. I didn't say a word. How could I when a thousand spikes were cutting through "Miss."

"Can't you see I'm in pains?" I said, turning sharply at her. My face bearing a frown. She didn't show ar opened.

"Olivia?"

I rolled my eyes. What does he want now?

"Are you alright?"

"You can see I'm not," I said through gritted teeth.

His footsteps drew close until he stood beside me.

"What's the problem?"

I grunted. Should I tell him or not? It wasn't as if it was something to be ashamed of, or was it. I shook "I'm on my period."

I didn't get any reply from him, so I looked up. And as typical of him, he was stoic.

"I'm sorry," he said, shocking me.

"I'm sorry," he said, shocking me.

I grunted a thanks.

as my lower back burned with each passing minute. Oh God. I normally relied on painkillers to deal with the pain, but right now, I was handicapped. I didn't early to tell the person to go away but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I instead grunted.

tions, rather she nodded and took her leave. God. I winced. The sharp turn strained my belly, making the pain worse. Less than a minute later, the door was

reservation and decided to be forthcoming. Perhaps, he would get some pills for me.

He then crouched before me, his eyes...so fierce, yet meek, stared at me. He stretched forth his palm. I stared at it, and then back at him. "Lemme."

"What?" I said

He was silent. Uncertain, I placed my palm on his.

"Close your eyes," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"Your eyes, close them." When I didn't make an attempt to do so, he said, "Trust me."

I blinked, not sure I had heard him correctly. Trust? How was I supposed to do that? How could I possibly trust my abductor.

"I won't hurt you, believe me."

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I felt his hands squeezed tightly on mine. Then my shirt was pulled up. I instantly opened my eyes.

"What-"

"It's not what you think," he said. Somehow, I believed him. So, I closed my eyes. He tugged my shirt a little higher. Then placed his palm on my belly and began massaging me. It felt good. It was as though I was on the top of the world. Just when I wanted to moan, he stopped with the message. Somehow, I was thankful he did stop. I wouldn't want him to think he turned me on. Ew. But at the same time, I was sad the massage had ended. Gosh, it was so good. "How do you feel now?"

He asked, and only then did I realise the pain had drastically reduced. What? How had that happened?

"A warm glass of water should further help you," he said. Then he summoned a maid, who came with some water.

I took it from her and gulped it down. The pain was...it was almost nonexistent.

"Are you...are you a massage therapist?

I wasn't as expecting to see the little smile on his lips. But almost immediately, his face returned to its usual coldness.

"Thank you." The words came out more like a question. I was beginning to feel awkward around him

"It wasn't doing you a favour, Miss. Haynes. You're my slave, and I'll keep you alive as long as I deem fit."

Did I just hear him right?

"Are you always this nasty?" The words came out from nowhere. But no, I wasn't going to regret blurting that out. "I mean, do you have someone down your anus that's got shards of glass with him? And before you tell me that's a lame analogy, I already know that," I said, springing from the bed. Somehow I'd forgotten about the cramps. "You disgust me. Seriously. That explains why you live a boring life surrounded by boring servants and no friends at all. You suck, Matteo. You really suck." I began storming out of the room.

"Your pants," he said. His voice as monotonous as ever. I turned to face him. "You've got a bit of a situation there."

I looked down in horror to replace a large trace of blood on me. But soon, my embarrassment vanished. The fury in me was much more potent. "Why do you even bother? Jerk."

"You do realise I'm your boss. I won't have you insult me."

I didn't know what gave me the courage, but I scoffed. He made not attempt to stand. He just sat, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

I left the room with one thought in my mind. Why hasn't he lashed out on me?