Chapter 3

I relaxed my body and evened out my breathing, pretending that I was knocked out as I waited for the time that Stone falls asleep. The second he does, I'm ripping my body from under the blanket, put some clothes on, and I'm running out of this room, far away from him.

After Stone almost choked me to death and kissed the breath out of me, he dragged me under the sheet and commanded me to go to sleep. But how could I even sleep in this situation? I couldn't keep my mind off his huge bulge poking my lower back as he was stark naked under the sheets. 

What am I going to do? I'm so terrified of him already. 

After some time, I felt his breathing relaxing, and I took that as my cue that he was asleep. I slowly attempted to remove his hands that were gripping my waist from me, but to my disappointment, he wouldn't budge. What the fuck. I tried to pull his arms off once more but flinched back into place when he unexpectedly tightened his hold. I slowly turned my head to look back at him, but all I could see was his dark figure as the lights were turned off. "Try to get out one more time," he boomed in a warning tone.

Never in life would I imagine myself in this situation where a man is demanding obedience from me because he thinks I'm some property he could claim as his, and if I don't submit, I would be punished.

I'm going to act like I'll listen to him and do everything he says for now because he won't let me out of the room. But, as soon as I step out of this door tomorrow, I'm going straight to my dad and telling him everything so we can leave this place. Mr. Armsberg knew that this was his son's room. Just like I predicted, this shit was a setup. But, of course, things were too good to be true. People never do something for the sake of kindness or anything for free. 

I won't be here to know what more they are planning to do to me; I'm sure my dad will drag me out of this place after I tell him everything.

....

I don't know when I fell asleep last night, but I woke up this morning to find the empty bed with me sprawled out alone. I turned to look at the side where that man slept last night, but only to find it cleaned as if I was the only one who slept in here. It's a good thing that he's gone. Now I can just get out of here.

I quickly ran out of the bed and walked into the closet. I was surprised to see it packed with men's and women's clothing and accessories. I looked closer to see some of those were mines—the ones I bought with me here. But I didn't touch my luggage, who did this? Did Stone have people bring up my stuff in here? He's the only one who came into the room. I'm sure it was him. He really is planning on keeping me here. I won't let him hurt me again.

I grabbed one of my oversized hoodies that reached down to my knees and threw it on with a pair of sandals. As soon as I finished, I dashed out of the room and into the elevator.

The elevator dinged, signaling that I had reached the third floor. I quickly walked out, determined to get out of here as soon as I could but slowed down when I noticed Isabel from the corner of my eye; I turned my head to get a full glimpse of her, only to see her holding a small suitcase. 

She turned the corner, and her eyes met mine. "Hey, Sie, how was your night?" she said, waving at me. 

"Hi Isa, um, it was something" I took a long pause, debating if I should say something but decided against it. "Where are you going?"

She looked down at her luggage and exclaimed with a smile, "Oh, I'm just going to spend the week with a friend." After she said that, she looked around as if watching to see if someone would hear her. 

She looked down at her pearly watch before raising her head and looking back at me again, "I'll be back before you know it, okay?" with that, she took her luggage, and just like that, she was gone. I hope she has fun wherever she's off to.

Now to focus on me, I have to find my dad quickly.

As I made it all the way to the other house's dining room, The sound of laughter entered my ears, and I recognized that it was my dad and Mr. Armsberg.

"Thank you so much for everything; this is the kind of lifestyle that I've always wished I could give my daughter; I've always felt like a failure because I couldn't provide her the basic needs; her mother was not the best either." My dad chuckled. "My little girl just turned 18, and I felt like she missed a lot of her childhood".

I thought back to the times when I, too, felt like I wasn't enjoying being a kid; I never got the luxury of being free of worries, and I never got the chance to be a teenage girl worrying about typical teenage kinds of stuff either. Listening to my dad addressing and saying what I wish he could have seen brought tears to my eyes. So he does care about me?

Maybe I have been a brat. Perhaps I was the selfish one in my family who never thought about others' emotions. I never really thought about how hard it was for my father; I never knew how hard it was for him to feel the way that he does. 

Maybe it was all in my head, Or maybe Stone just went to the wrong room last night, and he was drunk or something... I guess. Alcohol does make people do irrational things without thinking. Maybe it really was an accident. This could have all been a misunderstanding. I should drop it and give this family one more chance, at least just for my dad's sake.

"Oh hey, Sei" I got startled as I heard my dad's voice. "We didn't see you there." He said with a soft chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Armsberg said with his left brow slightly raised.

"I wanted to see my dad," I said, moving from the corner and walking over to them. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to look like I was eavesdropping. I look hella suspicious right now.

I wrapped my arms around my dad as I made it over. I rested my chin on his chest and looked at him over my lashes. "Good morning, Daddy." Way to go on not making myself look suspicious; I haven't called him Daddy in so long that he was taken aback. "Is everything okay?" He said, brushing his hands over my head. He knows I wanted something. I took a deep breath and convinced myself that I was okay. It was all just in my head. It was probably a one-timing thing, and if I go back to the room later, he'll be gone and leave an apology note saying that he was drunk. Let's forget about it and accept this life for your father. He deserves a chance to be happy and relaxed.

"Yes, I wanted to eat breakfast with you," I said, holding him tighter.

"Wow, my daughter cares," he chuckled and took my hand in his, and we headed to the dining table with Mr. Armsberg trailing right behind us.

...

Breakfast with my dad was really peaceful.

Things felt just like the old days; maybe I should open up my heart more and stop seeing the bad in everything. Stop looking too deep into things— which always ends up hurting my feelings. That had always been a bad trait I struggled with all my life. Because of that, it prevented me from doing many things. I'm always wondering what can go wrong everywhere I go, and most of the time, I can't help but do that.

"Are you excited to start college?" I looked up to see Mr. Armsberg staring at me, smiling. I honestly so badly wanted to slap that smile out of his face. That two-faced bitch. "No," I simply answered him, gently moving the plate away from me since I was finished.

"No?" He said with a confused face. "Then why are you going?"

"I need a stable job to make money and have a good life, so where do people go to do that? "College," and my dad wants me to go," I said sarcastically.

He chuckled at my response. "Well, you don't have to go if you don't want to, my son has a company, and he could hook you up with a stable job that pays very well; he was looking for a personal assistant anyway," after he mentioned his son that was a no for me. I'm going to stay away from that man. 

"I would love to have you as my PA," I thought I was over things. Even though this is his house, I wasn't expecting Stone to walk in here. The way I had manipulated myself to believe that he would walk in here on his knees and apologize for what he had done to me is insane. 

The sound of his deep voice entering my ear woke me up instantly and had me sitting straight like a statue. Everything was real; what he did couldn't be blamed on alcohol. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I knew that since last night. 

I've always been able to manipulate my thought process easily; it was a coping mechanism of mine, something to ease my mind when I am under extreme stress. 

"That would make everything so much easier for us," he said casually; I felt like there was more meaning to what he said. There had to be; the double meaning of his words were loud and clear.

He dragged a chair back and sat right next to me. My dad and Mr. Armsberg were sitting on the other end of the dining table while Stone and I sat on the other end facing our dads. Stone turned his body around, fully facing me. I could feel his eyes raking over my face as he took in the details.

I. am. so. scared. right now.

I'm getting scared of him— terrified even.

"We're going to have so much fun," he said huskily, and suddenly heat submerged my thigh as a big hand settled on my bare thigh. Oh no.

I looked down to see his lighter tone hand placed on top of my brown tone thigh; his hand started trailing over my thigh with a weight that will make sure I won't be able to forget the rough feeling of his hand for the next few weeks to come as it moves its way higher up. I quickly grabbed him as I tried my hardest to keep my movement minimal because my father sat across from me. But, unfortunately, My hand gripping his didn't stop his movements. Instead, the heat of his palm intensified as he tightened his hold.

My heart rate escalated rapidly as his hand continued its hunt and made it over to my private. He cupped my core into his large palm, and my eyes widened as he gripped it.

I snapped my eyes to him, only to be met with a wide smirk plastered on his face as if he was winning.

Suddenly his fingers slid my panties to the side, and his bare hands touched my lips. He moved his fingers up and down my lips until they came in contact with my clit. He stared into my eyes deeply— as if he wanted me to remember the core memory of the first person ever to have access to my forbidden area. He smiled lazily and started rubbing circles. Oh My God.

Why did I not wear any long pants? I blinked continuously, trying to clear my eyes from the tears threatening to moisten them. "I've never done anything like that before, so I'm scared," I said more to Stone, hoping he understood me. Hoping he understands exactly what he is doing to me at the moment. 

"I know," he replied, his voice deep and husky. I quickly snapped my eyes back to my dad to see him staring at me with a worried expression. "What's so scary, Sei?" 

I thought for a moment, trying to find something to say to him, something to give him a little hint, but as I was about to open my mouth, I was interrupted by Mr. Armsberg. "It's time to leave now, Henry, or we might be late," he said, standing up from his chair.

"Oh right, we'll talk when I come back, okay?" my dad said, looking back at me one more time. I stared at my dad, actually screaming in my head for him to come back as they started walking out of the dining room, leaving me all alone with this man.

His hands which were still in my panties, brought me back as he retreated them. I was about to release a breath of relief, thinking that he wouldn't take things much further, but I was suddenly lifted off my seat, and in one swift motion, I was straddling his lap face to face with him.

The statics started going off in my head at the realization of our erotic position, and as I was about to scream at him to let me go, his lips crashed down on mine, shutting me up. Then, one of his hands went to the back of my neck, and he held my head still, kissing me hard. I almost screamed inside his mouth as his fingers made their way back into my panties and separated my slightly moist folds.

I grabbed his hand in an attempt to push him away from me, but it seemed like none of my struggles phased him as he easily found my clit, and he began rubbing in a not-so-gentle motion with purpose. Tears blurred my vision, and I began to fight harder against him to let me go, but all became futile as I seemed powerless against his bigger forms and bulging, muscled arms that had a tight grip on me.

After some time, as my struggle began to calm down and my nether lips became wet from all his rubbing on my clit, the sound of our lips parting ways echoed in the living room. His hand still held the back of my head tight, he stared into my eyes, and I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest from the scary glint I noticed in his hazel eyes. He leaned down towards my face, and his breath tickled my ears as he whispered, "One finger."

My mouth widened ajar as he slowly shoved a finger into my sleek hole.

"Stop," I begged pathetically. By now, I could not stop the tears from escaping my eyes no longer. One of my hands reached down, gripping his wrist as the other began pushing against him harder. 

"Shh," he shushed me. His eyes were trained down on me, watching my every reaction, every wince, and every tear form as he began moving his one finger back and forth slowly. 

He brought his head down and rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "Relax, I can make you feel good," he said, placing a soft kiss on my parted lips that seemed to want to scream but was unable to do so as I was in shock. Then I felt the stretch of an added finger, and that was enough to make me go violent.  

"Stop! I don't want it," I cried and attempted to drop myself off his lap. My scream got louder as he swiftly stood up, pushed me down harshly on the dining table— knocking the breath from my lungs— and slammed both his fingers deeper into my walls. The feeling of being stretched registered in my mind.

 

"I don't care; I told you that you're mine; I can do whatever I want," He stated, staring deep into my eyes and making me realize how fucked I was. 

I whimper as the pace of his fingers increases, and it brings me nothing but pain from the slight stretch. I felt the softness of the pad of his thumb on my clit, and he started rubbing in an attempt to get me wetter.

I closed my eyes and tried again. "Please don't do this to me." Sobbing, I wiggled against him and felt his hold loosen and his fingers slowly extracted from my hole. Thinking that I had freed myself from him, I wasted no time rolling away from him and let out a pained gasp as I fell off the table. 

I pulled my panties up, got on my hands and knees, and ran under the table. I brought my trembling knees to my chest and looked down at his spotless leather shoes. The sound of his phone ringing caught my attention; at the second ring, the call cut, and with my heart pounding against my chest in fear, I watched as he bent down with his phone against his ear as stared back at me with a strange gaze. 

A smirk formed on his features, bringing the two fingers which were inside me not too long ago to his lips. He took them inside his mouth and sucked them clean. "I'll take it tonight, Mein Liebling" (My darling); with that, he got up, and I watched his shoes walking away from the table.

I wasn't wrong... He knew exactly what he was doing.