Chapter 86: Chapter 86

- Neither - his deep voice, meant only for me, causes a lump to form in my throat. He makes me nervous very easily.

I look down at my plate. LeBlanc can read me like a magazine, as if all my thoughts were arranged in a sign on my forehead. I don't want him to think for even a second that I agree with his decision.

"I want to see Vicenzo," I said suddenly.

When I look up, I notice LeBlanc still staring at me. Now one of his eyebrows is arched.

- Because?

I smile. Have I lost my right to come and go?

- Because he's my boyfriend, and I need a friendly shoulder – I shrug – To support my legs.

Thank goodness Gabe is already gone. I had a really good conversation with her, and I wouldn't want her to see me as an asshole. But if she knew why I'm here, she'd agree.

LeBlanc clenches his jaw but doesn't take his eyes off mine.

"No," he said simply.

What? He has more common sense than that!

I didn't want to leave. And he definitely didn't want to go out to see Vicenzo. However, from one hour to the next, I decided that I wanted it. This is a fight I chose to buy.

- I'm sorry my dad tricked you into thinking he could order me and buy me, but he can't - I lean forward putting my elbows on the table - Either you let me out , or I call the police .

- It won't help. They obey me.

His green eyes fall to my mouth as I bite my lip – to control the urge to insult him in every language I know. I control myself. He is still as cold, observant and patient. Today I will be the same.

- I have to leave - he informs getting up and taking the cup with him.

- Will you buy more broke girls? - I ask. He turns to me, pouring the remaining coffee into the sink. LeBlanc doesn't respond, but his sarcastic expression indicates he's amused. He leaves his mug in the sink and heads for the exit - I'll run away as soon as you leave the building - I say.

LeBlanc stops in the doorway, his back to me. I try to keep myself busy biting into a strawberry so as not to smile. He may know what to do, but I, as much as he, know exactly what to say to get his attention.

"Run away," he whispers. His voice is calm and hoarse, calling for a clear challenge. LeBlanc looks over his shoulder at me – I'll be happy to pick you up.

- So, just to confirm, you won't let me out? I ask. He doesn't answer, and that's a good enough answer for me.

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I'm not happy with the fact that I was bought, but I can assure you that I will give you a lot of work. He'll be so busy trying to correct me that he'll regret spending his money. Besides, LeBlanc may call me a "toxic bitch" but he better put "my favorite" first since he's always on my dick.

LeBlanc starts walking towards the door again, but not before I can see the small cynical smile on his lips.

Idiot.

When I hear the elevator doors close, I'm sure he's left the apartment. I look around, making sure Gabe really isn't there.

I leave the kitchen and walk towards the room in which I woke up. I head to LeBlanc's closet, in the foolish hope of finding something not twice my size.

The space is lit by a chandelier. There's a workbench in the center of the closet, with watches and ties in acrylic dividers. All around, I'm not surprised that everything is organized down to the millimeter, separated by color and size.

I separate the shirts on the hangers, open the doors and drawers and look for the folded clothes. He might have a little meltdown when he realizes I screwed up his business, but I don't have time to research and organize at the same time. I choose sweatpants with adjustable elastic and pair them with the smallest t-shirt I can find. Luckily I don't have to color match since all the clothes are neutral.

I take off the bathrobe for LeBlanc's plays and put on my sandals. The last thing I need is your scent clinging to me as I walk around New York, but going out in a bathrobe seems like a much worse idea.

I run into the bedroom. I stop in front of the elevator doors and click on the panel, activating it. I wait what seems like an eternity, and the fucking doors won't open. I stare at the sign, noting that it now asks for a code.

Damn it.

I'm trying a random sequence of six digits, which is clearly incorrect. I found LeBlanc's first name two days ago, how can I know his password?

I run my hands through my hair. If I try too often, I might end up getting the attention of building security.

God, please let me do this prank. Then I become a decent person again.

I look up, trying to think of something efficient, quick and discreet. Maybe the emergency door?

I spot said door on the other side of the room. I walk over and pull the doorknob, but it doesn't take long to see it's locked.

Excellent!

Well, that could mean LeBlanc made it difficult for me. But that never means it's impossible. Now, yes, he gave me a real reason to want to leave.