"Wake up," a stern voice woke me up abruptly.
For a while, I was confused when I saw the unfamiliar room I was in. It took a few good seconds before everything registered to my still hazy brain. My eyes felt heavy as I scanned the room. I could feel how they were swollen from crying.
"Your training will start today," the cold voice stated.
I looked up to see the man who bought me. I found myself shamelessly staring at him. How can he look this good despite the silver streaks in his hair? That is the only clear giveaway of his age. His body is still so fit. I bet he can crush me with ease.
"Hey," he snapped his finger in front of my face right before my thoughts went dark and dirty. I jerked back in surprise.
"I'm talking to you," he snapped.
Right. But what did he say? Training.
"Training?" I voiced out my confusion. What training?
"You are supposed to be my wife. I can't introduce you like that," he said while looking at me with a hint of disgust in his eyes. He was scanning me like I was a bacteria under a microscope.
Excuse me. Is he trying to insult me?
I glanced at the full-length mirror across the bed. My curly red hair is like a bird's nest. My eyes were red and swollen, and even my lips were fuller from all the crying. But he can't deny that I still look good despite the imperfections. If there is one thing that I am proud of, that is how I look. That's the only thing that I can probably thank my parents about.
Oh no. Don't you dare go there, Ava!
I tilted my head to stop myself from heading back to memory lane once again. I need to focus on the present. I have to think about what to do next.
"Get up. A professional coach will come in an hour. She will teach you everything you need to know," he explained impatiently.
"Cora," he turned to look at a middle-aged woman I never noticed until now.
She politely nodded without saying anything. Then the man left the room without another word.
Shoot. I forgot to ask his name. Again. And why the hell isn't he introducing himself? How am I supposed to address him?
"You should take a bath. Your breakfast is waiting for you," she curtly smiled.
Breakfast? I glanced outside. How long did I sleep? The violent rumbling of my stomach answered my question.
"Uhm, okay. I'm Ava, by the way," I said.
"I'm Cora. I will be your personal assistant," she said.
Personal what? Assistant?
"You should seriously get up now. I will prepare your clothes while you bathe. Do you have any preference?" she asked.
I am so confused. I can't get my head to wrap up all the information bombarded to me first thing in the morning.
First, I have a coach. Then, an assistant? Who is he? Is he America's president? Am I going to be the first lady?!
I scratched my head while heading to the bathroom. I took a shower to wake my senses up. Maybe it will help to clear my head.
Cora was waiting for me when I stepped out.
"I didn't know what you would like to wear so I prepared these," she motioned at the sets of clothes neatly arranged in front of me.
They all look formal. There's a dress ensemble and a couple of pants and different tops. Honestly, I have no idea what these kinds of clothes will look on me. When I was in the ring, I only wore lingerie or nothing at all while at work. This is all new to me.
I sighed then grabbed one of the pants paired with a button-down shirt.
"Uhm," I turned to look at Cora. Am supposed to dress in front of her? It's no big deal to me but I didn't want to shock the poor woman.
"I'll wait for you outside," she smiled before walking out of the room.
I stared at my reflection. It was weird to see myself like... this. It's like a different woman was staring back at me. I was used to a different kind of clothes, or the lack thereof maybe. Now that I am fully clothed, it didn't sit quite right.
I shrugged. I will get used to it in time.
After breakfast, a woman who looked like there was a stick stuck in her back entered the door. She was ushered in by a man who looked just like the bouncers back in the ring.
I frowned. So there is security outside. Just as I thought it would be easier to escape from here...
"So, are you Yvonne?" the woman sternly asked while scrutinizing me behind her thick glasses.
"Yes," I snorted. "But I'd rather you call me Ava." Yvonne was long dead as far as I am concerned.
"I'm Helga Beaufort. I will be the one responsible to make you a civilized human being," she said.
What the hell? Civilized? What does she think of me? An ape?!
She didn't waste time. We started with things I never thought were taught to normal people. Walking, talking, even eating! Damn! What kind of world have I gotten myself into?
At the ring, they only taught us how to dance. The only subject we had to learn was art. The art of seduction. That's all. To say I was baffled is an understatement! Who would have thought one would need several spoons and knives for a single meal?!
"Oh god," I groaned loudly while massaging my feet. They hurt so bad! Honestly, I want to strangle that witch!
My back quickly straightened up when I heard someone clear his throat. He's back!
I wanted to shout at him for putting me through all that but the look on his face made me shut up.
"To my office," he briefly said, then walked out on me.
Ugh. I thought I was going to be his contract wife. Why do I feel like he wanted me to be his battery-operated doll instead?
I pushed myself to get up after throwing my heels aside. I'd rather walk barefoot.
"This is a non-disclosure agreement. Sign it," he said as soon as I entered the room.
"A what?" I frowned.
"This means you can't tell a single soul about our arrangement. You can't disclose any information about me or anything that's going on in our lives," he explained then waved the papers.
Do I have a choice? Besides, who would even be interested in my life?
I snatched the papers from his hand and signed it recklessly.
"Happy?" I asked sarcastically.
He chose to ignore me and handed me another set of documents instead.
"As long as you are with me, you will take on a new identity," he said. "You will be using Yvonne Page as your legal name."
"Yvonne?" I winced inwardly. "Can't it be Ava instead?"
He only changed the family name from the real one.
"What's the difference?" he huffed. "They sound the same to me."
I rolled my eyes. Fine. As if I have a choice!
And that's exactly how the week passed. I had no choice but to do whatever he told me to. Aside from Helga, the personality development coach, I also have a speech trainer. A whole team of stylists also visited one day. They taught me how to dress up properly for different occasions and a completely different way of applying make-up.
They also changed my hairstyle and hair color. After a week, I look like a completely different person. If I were to go back to the ring, I bet no one would recognize me at first glance. My skin looked pale as I stopped tanning myself. My red, curly hair is now pin-straight and dark-colored. My face is bare from make-up and if I were to apply some, it would only be natural and classy colors. Goodbye, drag-queen make-up!
"I look good though," I muttered while looking at my reflection.
Sometimes I wonder how rich and powerful he is. Or Perhaps he just really wanted a trophy wife.
At first, I wasn't sure about this whole situation. I was torn. A part of me was happy that finally, after years, I was out of the ring. I tried to fool myself that this was actually better than the life there. But as the days passed, I felt more and more like a prisoner. It may be a golden cage, but still a cage nonetheless.
I think it's high time I start taking charge of my life. I can't let other people tell me what to do, what to eat, when to breathe! I'm so tired of it!
He may have paid for me but I didn't get a dime out of it! I am my own person. He can't lock me here forever! I have to do something!
I am alone now. I asked Cora to buy some personal things for me. The only problem is the security detail outside the unit.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. It's now or never.
I knocked on the main door. For the life of me, I didn't even know how to open the damn thing! There's a panel on the side. I think it needs a code or something. I knocked again.
It took a while before I heard a click. Then I felt it being pushed from the outside.
"Hi," I tried to smile at the man standing outside.
"Is there a problem?" he asked after glancing at the wet part of my shirt.
"Uhm, there's a leak in my bathroom. Can you check it?" I told him.
He looked hesitant for a while, but then, he still stepped into the unit.
"It's at the end of this hallway," I pointed him toward my bedroom. My heart is hammering wildly inside my chest. I can barely hear anything other than the rush of blood in my ears. I gulped as I watched his back as he walked towards my room. I left the door open so he could easily walk in.
"I'm so sorry," I quietly apologized to the poor man. I'm sure he will reap the consequences of my action but I have to do this.
I took a step back instead of following. The moment he disappeared from my sight, I sprinted to the door! I have no plans whatsoever! I just have to get out of here first!
I ran as fast as I could to the elevator.
"Come on," I pressed the button repeatedly until it opened up. I was breathing heavily while waiting for it to close again.
"Hurry up!" I squealed. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when it finally closed and started moving downwards.
I fidgeted my trembling hands. This is it. I can almost taste my freedom...
I wanted to pull my hair out while waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. How can I be so stupid? I didn't think this through. I don't even have a plan! What will I do once I get out of here? Where will I go? I have no money! I don't know anyone outside the ring.I definitely won't go back there!"But I'm already here," I whispered to myself. "I'll just deal with it once I get out of here."Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling that it had reached its destination. I ran as fast as I could as soon as its doors opened. I looked around frantically, trying to navigate where the exit is.It seems like I am in the basement parking of the building. There were cars lined up in the well-lit area. I started running while looking around. I have to hurry. I don't know how much time I have to get out of here!"Damn it! Why aren't there signs?" I huffed frustratedly, my head turning left and right. I couldn't see anyone I could ask either!So I just kept running aimlessly, hoping t
I'd been standing for quite some time under the cold running water but the heat inside me is still very much alive!"Damn you, Vladimir!" I cursed him inside my head. Is this some kind of punishment? Because it's working! I feel so damn frustrated right now!I can still feel his lips on mine, his taste still lingers in my mouth. I closed my eyes to reminisce about the feel of his rough, calloused palm against my smooth skin.I shook my head when I realized what I was doing. What is happening to me? Did that old man bewitch me?I tried so hard to control my growing desire but as I caressed my skin with the lather, the more I felt the heat between my legs. Until I finally caved into the devil.I closed my eyes once again and let my hands wander on my body. My right hand grabbed one of my taut peaks while the other moved further down to play with the sensitive nub between my core, imagining it was Vladimir's hands worshipping my body.I slumped on the bed, buried my face in a pillow, and
"Hey, wake up," a deep baritone voice roused me from my deep slumber.My eyelids fluttered open only to be greeted by the deepest, most mesmerizing blue eyes I had ever seen. A smile stretched my lips. What a great way to start my day!"Stop smiling like an idiot!" he snapped, waking me up from any fantasy that I was having at the moment."Huh?" I jolted upright. Now, I'm wide awake! I wasn't dreaming. A gorgeous but nasty human being is in front of me. My husband, Vladimir Lewis. Why is he so upset already? Did he have a bad night?"Get ready. We have a flight to catch," he said."A flight?!" I echoed, suddenly getting excited. "To where? Are we going on our honeymoon?!""Enough with the questions," he said impatiently. "Just go and get ready. We'll be leaving in an hour.""But wait... I haven't packed anything yet!" I argued."I had Cora prepare everything that you might need. Your change of clothes are in the closet," he said."Oh, okay," I smiled.We're going on a trip! I'm so ex
I can't help my grin whenever I think about it. I don't know why but I am so sure about it. We made out a few times and not once had I felt it. What else could be the reason?That must be it. I wanted to sympathize with him. He is a good catch. He looked so damn good despite his age. He has the money and obviously the status even though I don't know him. His aura exudes dominance and authority. To know that he is lacking in that department makes me feel bad.What a waste!"Have you lost your mind?" for the first time since we made out on his private jet, I heard his voice again."Huh?" I frowned, wondering what he was talking about."You look like a delusional bitch with that creepy smile," he snapped.Oh!I grinned sheepishly. If only he could read my mind. I'm sure he will be less arrogant."Don't mind me," I smiled. "I'm just having a good time. By the way, thank you for taking me here."I won't bring out my ace yet. This isn't the right time. I need to play my cards right."Whate
"Damn you!" I screamed behind his back but he had already left. I doubt it if he heard me."Argh!" I scrunched my hair in frustration! I never expected our confrontation to turn out that way! I really thought I'd have him at the palm of my hand after I dropped the bomb to his face!How can he be so full of himself?"Ugh!" I groaned. I squirmed when I felt the dampness between my thighs."What the hell is wrong with me?!" I snapped when I realized what happened. How can his roughness turn me on? We were in the middle of an argument and yet there I was creaming for him!I squeezed my eyes shut! This is so embarrassing!My only relief is the thought that he didn't know. But still... How can I lust about him when I know he probably can't satisfy me? Well, there are other ways but... Ugh!Stop it, Ava!I stomped my feet like a child while heading to the suite's bedroom. I jumped on the bed, recalling our conversation inside my head.He dismissed my accusation by putting the blame on me! Wh
How can I face him after that?Should I just go and drown myself in the ocean? Okay, that's being dramatic but really, I don't think I have the guts to even be in the same room with him.Why did he have to witness that? Heck, why do I even have to do that?! Should I get myself checked? I never had this problem before since I was in the syndicate. Every night, clients are willing to book my services for a night or two. Or worse, they book multiple clients for a night!I've never gone this long without sex. Maybe that's the problem. I have gotten so used to it that now that I'm not having any, I'm having withdrawal symptoms, just like what happens to people who use illegal drugs.But wait... Does that mean...Am I addicted to sex?!The thought alone made me horrified!That's impossible. How can I be addicted to something I rarely even find pleasure in? I was just forced to do it. Right. I can't be addicted to it.Maybe it was Vla
He's awake!I tugged my hand out of his firm grab but he gripped it tighter, making me wince in pain."What the hell are you doing?" he queried after glancing down his exposed torso.Here we go again."Uh, nothing. I was just fixing this," I quickly pulled up the sheets to cover him all the way up to his face.He was taken aback. His grip on my hand loosened, giving me the chance to escape. I ran out of there immediately. People were looking at me as I sprinted my way out but I didn't care. All I want is to get away from Vladimir as much as possible.I was gasping for air when I finally made it out."Gosh, he would be the death of me," I muttered while trying to catch my breath.But what am I supposed to do now? That was my only hope to get my freedom back. I sat on the beach while staring at the waves gently rolling off the shore one after the other. What if I try to escape now? Where will I go? I don't even know where we were
I don't know what to think anymore. Horrible thoughts are starting to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, holding the air in before diving as deep as I could. My eyes stung as I tried to see underwater but I still couldn't see him anywhere."Where the fuck are you?!" I snapped angrily after swimming back to the surface.I did it again and again until my body couldn't take it anymore. My limbs are sore so are my eyes.I looked at the yacht from a distance. Is he already there? I didn't think he would be too heartless to leave me alone here without telling me but I'd rather have him there.My whole body is now trembling in fear and exhaustion but I tried my best to swim back to the yacht. I propped myself up the ladder despite my aching limbs. I was gasping for air when I made it."Vladimir!" I called him but just like earlier, I didn't get any response. He's not here either."Damn it."I ran to the deck to look around the area. I