Savannah POV

"You will become my wife." He said deeply in my ear.

"W-What?!" I said frantically.

"Or."

Good another option.

"You can go with all those other girls to the whore house." He said.

Yeah...whore house is a no go.

"Fine. I will become your wife." I whispered. It sucks that I gave in so quickly.

"Sir?" Someone said.

How am I going to marry this guy if I don't even know his name?! What sense does that make?

"What?" He snapped at the guy.

"Um-Here's your files." He said clearing his throat.

"Give them to me, and take Savannah to my room." He said snatching the files from the man.

"Yes sir."

The man gestured for me to follow him out the room and I did so hesitantly. From what I could tell we were in a basement. We went up two flights of stairs to get out the basement, then three long flights to get to the guys room.

"This is Dante's room where you'll be staying. It's pretty late so I suggest you shower and put on whatever you can find. I'm positive he won't mind." He said as he lead me into the room. He typed in a six digit code and the door opened.

'So sexy man's name is Dante?'

"To the far right there's the bathroom, with the double doors, then the closet next to it with the single doors. I'm sure boss will get you clothes soon. Goodnight." The guy said before leaving. He closed the door and I could hear the door lock.

I just stood in the room and took in its surroundings. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room. There was a sitting area, and a fireplace. And two flat screen TVs in separate areas of the room.

This isn't my room. I didn't want to intrude but I felt so dirty, I really wanted and needed to take a shower but I was scared I was going to mess up something. The door was locked so I know I can't escape through there, and judging by how many steps we had to go up jumping out the window isn't an option either.

I walked over towards the bathroom hesitantly. I opened the door and was amazed at the size of the bathroom. It was huge, there was a large shower that was surrounded in glass walls. The tub was more like a jacuzzi and there was another flat screen tv in it. I looked around for a while.

I went to the closet, it was a walk in closet and had a ton of men's clothes. Half of the closet wasn't full and that's a surprise because there was a lot of clothes. I walked around in it and there was even a small couch. I saw a door in there, I opened it lead to the bathroom, so I closed it and moved on.

I looked around the closet running my hands over the soft fabrics of the clothing. I picked out some boxers and a large T-shirt to wear after my shower.

I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. How can that man say he wants me to be his wife when I look like this?! My curls had fallen out and my hair needed to be brushed, I had light bruises on my body and the white dress I was wearing had dirt all over it. I looked like a train wreck. As I looked at myself my stomach growled.

When was the last time I ate?

I'm starving. How am I still even alive at this point?

I got into the shower and used the men's shampoo and shower gel that was in there to clean my hair and body. I got out and put on the clothes I'd gotten from the closet. After drying my hair in the towel and running my hands through my hair I left the bathroom to find the room was still empty.

What do I do?

I just went to the bed and sat at the end of it and played with my fingers. After doing literally nothing besides listening to my stomach growl I heard the keypad from outside the door. The door opened and in walked Dante.

He walked in and looked up at me and smirked. Before he could say anything my growling stomach interrupted him and I blushed deeply.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders not making eye contact with him.

"Look at me, and use your words." He said walking closer. It took everything in my will power not to get up and run from him.

"I don't know." I told him lowly.

He pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and called someone to bring some food up to me. Within minutes a tray of food was brought up. There was fresh fruit, chicken, macaroni and cheese, which I haven't had in years, and green beans. Dante watched me eat the first few bites before going to shower. Once I finished I set the tray by the door and sat on the edge of the bed again.

After a short wait Dante came out the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. My eyes slowly traveled up his body. Going over his dripping wet abs, and toned chest that must be hard with muscle, a large black spot covering the right part of his chest, probably a tattoo. My eyes continued to go up, looking at his lips, that were in a smirk, his sharp jaw. Until my eyes locked with his. Shit.

I quickly looked down at my fidgeting fingers. A blush came over my cheeks and they became hot. I heard shuffling but never looked up.

"Get in bed." His cold deep voice said.

I snapped my head up and looked at him wide eyed.

"W-Why?" I asked frantically.

"To sleep. Hurry up, it's late." He said.

"Oh."

I thought he was going to try something.

I got up and slowly walked to the side of the bed that he wasn't on. I pulled the sheets back and got in. Dante watched my every move making me feel very uncomfortable but I didn't dare look at him. I pulled the sheets over my small figure, I was laying on the very far end of the bed, so close I could probably fall off. The bed dipped on the opposite end of the bed, my back was facing him. Suddenly my waist was being grabbed and I being pulled. I let out a small scream but silenced as soon as I hit a hard naked chest.

"I don't like you all the way over there." He said coldly.

Can he be a little nicer? Jeez.

"S-sorry." I stuttered out.

"Get some sleep kitten." He said.

He had a tight hold on my frame, his large arm draped over my small waist. Within minutes his breathing became even and he was fast asleep.

I thought about escaping. Being free and all. But I've never been free, I've never had freedom, all the family I have that cares about me is dead. I don't even know if I'm still in the same state. If I escape I will have no where to go. I'll be cold and broke on the streets. And alone.

But if I stay I'll have a roof over my head, I'll be warm, I'll have food, and a husband...forced husband but still.

Dante doesn't seem like he'll hurt me. But he's very scary and intimidating.

'But he makes you feel safe'

Yes, uncomfortable but safe.