Web of Deceit

Three weeks After.

"You're mine... There's no escaping from that," he uttered, tightening his grip on me.

His scent reeked of alcohol; precisely, he was drunk.

His eyes darkened with desire as he shoved me onto the bed, pinning me down.

I tried resisting, but it was of no use; his brute strength was too much for me to resist.

He callously took what he wanted, leaving my body aching as he fell to the other side of the bed, asleep.

It had only been three weeks since we had traveled, following his plan not to draw too much attention.

But these three weeks had been a hard time for me; I was just his tool, a tool of desire meant to entice him, nothing else.

Still, the truth lies; I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed the contract.

I had it all, so why? Why do I feel like I've just been used? I mean, this was a gain-gain for both of us.

He had managed to secure a job for me at Kensington Global Innovation within a blink during the weeks—a job I had been pushing throug