A chill ran across my spine when I heard him. It was not even night, and I didn't understand what made him come early. I rooted to the ground, looking at him while he took his cigarette from his case.
"Where did you go?" He asked, putting his cigarette between his lips.
I didn't understand if I could tell him the truth. For a moment, I thought of telling him the truth, considering we didn't have any relationship and everything was only based on the contract, but then I remembered the exclusivity clause of the contract. It was mentioned I shouldn't entertain other men, and I was not sure if it meant spending casual time at the cafe with Matthew.
"I am asking you." His tone turned more serious.
His eyes only blamed me. As if I was cheating on him with another person when the fact was I was doing the opposite.
"I went to meet a friend," I replied.
He narrowed his eyebrows, exhaling the smoke. He kept his gaze on me, and his silence killed me. His silence scared me more than his anger.
"Come here." His tone was commanding.
Even though I didn't like his commanding tone, I walked to him as he ordered. He left his cigarette on the ashtray and pulled me to the sofa. The next moment, he was on top of me while I wriggled under him.
"Friend, huh?" He gritted his teeth while pinning my hands above my head. "Which friend? Boyfriend?"
My eyes widened in shock. A sudden fear crawled all over, which left me mute.
"Who gave you the permission to leave my house?" He yelled in my face.
His control suffocated me. It felt like I was jailed.
"Do I need your permission to go out?" I looked at him with my teary eyes.
"Yes!" There was no mercy or sympathy in his eyes. The only thing I saw was the evil lurking in his dark pupils. "From the day you signed the contract, everything of yours became mine, including your freedom."
His angry face made me think I had done such an unforgivable sin. For a moment, he looked like a psychopath, which frightened me to the core.
"I..." I tried to speak, but his lips touched mine, stopping my words in my throat. As his mouth covered mine, the smell of cigarettes hit my nostrils. He started to kiss me like a hungry beast devouring its victim.
It was not just any kiss. It was a kiss of dominance, and I hated it. My lips formed a thin line, not giving him the access, but he was quick in biting my lips.
"Ah!" A grunt escaped my mouth, and taking the chance, he slipped his tongue, exploring every corner of my mouth.
He was not just kissing but choking me. I was unable to take any normal breath as he kept suffocating me.
I struggled under him to release myself from his grip, but I was not able to succeed. His lips were still on mine, his tongue inside my mouth, and every part of his body rubbing mine.
Only when he finished with me did he stop kissing. Quickly, I pushed him by his chest, and I fell to the floor, inhaling the air I needed.
My mind went blank, and I held my head with my palms. My eyes were filled with tears as I gasped loudly.
"My security will be all around the house from today. My bad, I should've arranged them from yesterday itself."
Then I felt his hand on my head, and he stroked my hair like an owner petting his puppy.
"If you want to go anywhere, you should inform me first. Then my men will escort you wherever you want."
A lone tear escaped my eye, realizing the situation I was in. Fate played with me so hard that I ended up in the hands of a monster.
From that day on, his security escorted me everywhere I went, including the hospital. I never visited Matthew, as I didn't even want the monster's shadow on him. I only kept conversations through calls and texts and made up lies to avoid meeting him.
Days went as usual. In the mornings, I visited Mira, who became a little better, and in the night, I entertained Mr. Wolfe as he pleased. He controlled my body, life, and even my dreams and nightmares. I totally lost myself. I didn't even feel like myself anymore but like an object that was made for him.
However, I was grateful for one thing. He didn't ACTUALLY fuck me. By "fuck," I meant he didn't force his dick on me. Yet. Other than that, he owned my body in every possible way he could.
I sat in front of the mirror, getting ready to escort Mr. Wolfe to Hydes. It had been weeks since I visited the nightclub. I didn't even inform the manager in person that I'd not be working anymore, so it felt awkward to go to the place where I once worked.
"Let's go." Mr. Wolfe held my hand and dragged me to the car, ignoring my discomfort. We both sat in the backseat, and his hand rested on my thigh while I looked outside the window, enjoying the city lights.
When we reached Hydes, I saw the manager, and a small smile appeared on my lips. As a gesture of respect, I bent my head, but Mr. Wolfe held my forearm, making me stand straight.
He pulled me towards him by grabbing my waist and said in his serious voice, "Remember who you came with. My escort never bows to anyone."
I gulped at his seriousness. As if it was not enough, the manager bowed to us, which made me feel bad. I couldn't avoid the staff's gazes on us, and I knew they were making up stories of how I seduced Mr. Wolfe.
We then reached the VIP room, where his two clients were waiting for us.
"Hey K!" One of them greeted him and pulled him into a friendly hug.
They looked like not just clients but friends. It was a shock to me that they shared the same partner. What shocked me more was she even sat on Mr. Wolfe's lap and poured him the drink.
The three of them continued talking while I kept quiet. I didn't even understand the importance of my presence among them until one of them said, "You finally made it a friendly gathering. Every time you came alone while we brought chicks with us to make it informal."
Then they discussed about their businesses for a while while I stayed silent.
"Deal!" They shook hands, finalizing the deal about some leather exporting.
As if to interrupt them, Mr. Wolfe got the call, and he walked out of the room. Strangely, I felt brave when he was with me, and as soon as he walked away, I felt so nervous. Probably because of my social anxiety.
Their gazes on me didn't help either. They started to undress me with their eyes. I pretended bravery until they both took their seats on either side of me, and one of them started to touch my thigh.