Chap 4: Steven Jane is not as good as I thought. He is a dangerous man.

I felt a cold air wrap around me, my body shivering as I turned around and met his sharp eyes. I want to run away now, but I can't; I don't have any strength left. Even if I could jump out of the car, I wouldn't be able to escape this man's muscular bodyguards. And maybe, my actions will also make him angry; then he will give me back to Kirk and Charles. I clenched my fist and hid it in my coat pocket to hide the fear in my heart. The sense of panic and emptiness made me feel like my veins were frozen. Then I shook my head in denial of his question; however, I couldn't stop thinking about the worst that could happen to me. I wonder if my decision to ask this man to help me was right or wrong?

I gulped and boldly told him, "If this can help me pay off my debt, I will."

He stared at me with narrowed eyes, testing whether my words were true or false. I hope he does not realize my disgust for him, even though he is my benefactor. My mind is blank now; I can't think of anything else. I'm not too fond of how he looks at me; it makes me feel so pathetic. And until now, I still don't know what his name is?

The car stopped at a large gate; I guessed where he lived. I tilted my head to look outside and was amazed to see the vast, lavish, magnificent mansion. The glittering yellow lights made me dizzy, I knew he was a rich man, but I didn't think he was such a rich person.

"Get off!" I was startled when he ordered me.

I opened the car door, then slowly got out of the car. I shivered when suddenly a cold wind hit; I pulled up the collar of my coat to find some warmth. I staggered to follow that man into the villa; I was startled when I saw the maids standing in two rows, bowing solemnly to welcome this man in.

"Welcome back! Sir,"

A middle-aged man approached him, then carefully removed his overcoat to help him. I guess he's probably the butler in this mansion. As soon as he saw me, the butler's face showed an expression of surprise. The housekeeper and all the maids here looked at me with a questioning look and jealousy.

"Boss, this person is…" asked the butler.

He did not reply quickly but sat down on the sofa and began to sip the wine brought by the maid. All around became silent, not a sound except for the computer knocking coming from the secretary.

After he finished the glass of wine in his hand, the secretary stopped typing. He glanced over at me and said in an uncomfortable voice, "Is the contract made yet?"

"Sir, I'm done. Please take a look." The secretary said as he turned the laptop towards him.

"No need. Print it out and give it to her."

After only a minute, a contract was brought into my hands. I began to read it carefully. The terms of the agreement are not favorable to me at all. Even so, I still had to agree because the amount of money he paid for me was too large. And until this point, I just learned he is Steven Jane - the owner of the most famous hotel chain in the Americas. Many students at X University I am attending admire Steven's brilliance, myself included. They really want to interact with Steven once. If it was back in the day, I might have been happy to meet him, but now, I'm a bit disappointed because of our current relationship.

"Are you satisfied with this contract?"

Steven's low but dangerous voice interrupts my thoughts. Even if I am dissatisfied with this contract, I know it will not change anything because the one with the power here is Steven, not me. He was just asking for the sake of it. I adjusted my breathing, but my voice was still shaky: "I'll sign."

"Very good." He sneered and agreed, "I knew you would."

I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I could guess it was an insult he gave me. After that, Steven directly took the pen to sign the contract. Finally, it's my turn. I don't know why when I signed it, I hesitated. Because once I signed this contract, I officially belonged to him, like a bird in a cage with no freedom.

"Are you scared?" Steven said in a provocative voice.

I was like he guessed right and strongly rebutted it: "Why should I be afraid?"

"Then why are you hesitating?" He raised his eyebrows; his lips curled up as if he was trying to make me lose face in front of the people here. I clenched the pen in my hand and definitely signed my name on the contract.

"May I make a small request?" I humbly spoke up.

My words caused his smile to fade, his dark face harder than stone making me feel scared but still trying to stay calm. Steven stood up, slowly walking towards me. He used his strong hand to squeeze my chin; I gritted my teeth to endure the pain. Steven growled, "You have no right to make conditions with your boss."

"I know. But I can not…."

Steven didn't even wait for me to finish his sentence; he grabbed my wrist and rudely dragged me up to the room. Then he pushed me into the bathroom and sprayed me with cold water, which made me chill. I don't know what I did wrong to deserve this. I staggered to my feet and exhaled loudly: "It's cold! Please stop!"

"Please erase all the dirt on your body! And then lie on the bed and wait for me."

With that, Steven walked out of the bathroom. At this point, it's just me, my tears once again running down my cheeks; I can feel its salty taste in my mouth. Loneliness and humiliation enveloped me. His words were like rubbing salt in my heart. I wonder why Steven is so different from what I imagined. He is a cold and scary man.

I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Steven sitting on the large bed. Even though my legs hurt, I would rather stand still than get close to him. The atmosphere at this time suffocated me. I loathe this work. It made my self-esteem no longer valid. No, my self-esteem has gone since I begged him to save me.

Steven threw his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and approached me. Then he walked over to me and hurled me onto the bed. Seconds later, I was in the center of a king-size bed, sprawled on a beige, brown, and black sheet while Steven began to pull off his overcoat. Then he threw it on a chair, followed by his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, unbuttoned it, and threw it on the bed beside me, his hands cupping my face as he leaned over him. I panicked when I saw the lust in his pale blue eyes.

This position scared me; my body was frozen, my eyes wide and staring at him. I really wasn't prepared for this at all. My body trembled as my strong hand groped around the bumpy nipple under my robe. Then, his lips pressed against mine, and he kissed me passionately. My heart skipped a beat at this violent action, Steven. He was engrossed in stroking my body, and I trembled again, my arms pressed to the sides of my head as I watched him, like an observer, like in a dream. I couldn't control my actions now, leaning forward as if to greet him. His and my breathing became more rapid, my heart beating so fast that I could hear it clearly.

I startle as his hand moves down my thigh and begins to graze upwards. For a moment, my body felt like it was on fire. My senses were awakened as soon as he touched the wettest and most profound part of me. I shoved his hand away in panic and stepped back. My expression made Steven angry, his eyes bloodshot like those of a predatory beast.

"I'm sorry. I am tired today. So…can you wait a few more days?" I said shyly, pulling the hem of my shirt down to hide my bruised legs.

However, Steven didn't care what I said. He lunged at me and mercilessly ripped off my cloak. My body is now naked, and I feel incredibly embarrassed when I get naked in front of a man for the first time. I hurriedly grabbed his jacket to cover my wounded body. That's why I can't do it with Steven right now.

Steven glared at me; his eyes were cold, his voice devoid of warmth. "So, before that, you played with a BDSM hobbyist." He continued to mock me: "No wonder you say you have no strength. Seeing you right now makes me disgusted."

"What? I never did that to anyone. If you feel that you are no longer interested in me, you can say it directly. Why insult me with those words? I've never slept with a man other than…." I hesitated. I can't say; I just had a one-night stand with Steven. Since that night, I have not had sex with any other man. Will he believe what I say?

"Do not lie. The mark on your neck speaks for itself." Steven said sarcastically. His entire being showed his disgust towards me.

"I do know what kind of girl you are."

His words made my anger boil like the lava of a volcano about to erupt. Maybe Steven thinks I'm an easy woman who can even sleep with people with sadistic preferences. I wanted to explain to him that all the wounds on my body were caused to me by Kirk and his dad. But all words are meaningless now. I said in anger and resentment:

"What kind of person am I? Am I that dirty? I know you're the one who saved me, but you don't have the right to insult me when you don't know what I am. You make me feel disgusted about your behavior. After all, what did I do wrong that you treat me like this?" Tears welled in my eyes - tears choked with blatant humiliation.

Suddenly, Steven, with a devil-like face, came up to me and said in a harsh and rude voice: "You really are an ignorant person. I felt it was wrong to spend a large amount of money to save you. Now get dressed and get out of my room."

I stepped into the bathroom and put on my still wet and dirty clothes. I was startled when I saw two bodyguards already in Steven's room; my body suddenly trembled, and a bad premonition appeared in my head. Maybe he would do the same thing as Charles; when he was no longer interested in me, he disposed of me for his two bodyguards.

"Get her out of here," Steven ordered his bodyguard.

"Yes, sir." The two bodyguards agreed to accept the order. Then they approached me and dragged me out of Steven's room. When they saw me being carried away by the two bodyguards, everyone present had very regular expressions on their faces, like this was all too familiar to them. They still don't care and continue to do their job.

"Wait." Steven's deep voice rang out. "Matt, give her a pair of slippers."

The man named Matt was the housekeeper; he obeyed Steven's orders and brought a pair of soft, cotton slippers in front of me. Maybe he saw my blistered feet. I don't understand why he did that after saying insulting things to me and now kicking me out of the mansion in the middle of a cold winter night.

I look up at Steven with hard eyes and a sarcastic smile. Was he just trying to act like a nice boss in front of these people?

"Steven," I called out his name without fear, causing everyone present to have surprised expressions on their faces.

"Don't try to fake it like that. You are no different from those two; it disgusts me."

Steven's face suddenly turned red when he heard what I had just said. He rushed down from the second floor to me, then grabbed my chin with his strong hand and said in an angry voice:

"You have no right to judge others. Especially me."

"Then you have the right to insult me? Whether you are a billionaire or whoever you are, you have no right to insult me. Steven, you're scum." I said as if shouting at him to vent out the anger in my heart.

Steven sneered, gritted his teeth, and said: "I was going to let you go, but now I think again. I will make you regret provoking my limits."