DENISE

Vladimir hauled me through the doorway of my bedroom, and for a second, I thought he might actually throw me on the floor. I was wrong.

He marched to my bed, tipped his shoulder, and I went tumbling onto the soft mattress, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp exhale. Before I could even scramble up to sit, I heard the heavy click of the deadbolt.

The cold, arrogant bastard didn't just drop me in my room and leave me the fuck alone. He locked himself inside with me like he owned the fucking room. To say I was mad would be the biggest understatement of the year....