Chapter 17

Laura's POV

After I exited the shower, I toweled off and made my way to bed. My body was still tingling, certainly ready for more attention. Thanks to that bastard who suddenly left me hanging!

Whatever threat it was he had to give, there was no way anyone was going to see me like this.

I grabbed the small shoebox I kept hidden in the back of the closet and pulled out my vibrator. Other than my own fingers, it was the only thing that had been inside my pussy in years, and today it was going to get a workout.

I eased myself down onto the bed and basked in the softness of the cotton sheets against my naked skin. My fingers twisted the base of my toy to turn it on its lowest setting, and then I began teasing my nipples with the tip, one after the other. I thought about what had almost happened once more as my nipples grew hard and wondered just what else he would have done to me if he hadn't stopped. I imagined him rubbing them, and then bending over to kiss and suck them.

I knew it was impossible, but a girl could dream.

My chest rose and fell with each deep breath as I worked my buttons. The fire in my loins that had started earlier had not been extinguished, so I ran the vibe down my belly until I contacted my pussy. The hard plastic tip slid easily across my wet labia as I caressed the entire area, drawing contented sighs from my lips. After only a minute or two, I couldn't wait any longer and eased the fake cock into my centre.

I had no idea how long I had been going at it but I was as long at the moment. I couldn't help but imagined that it was Kelvin working himself inside me.

For some reason, my eyes quickly went to the door, needing to ensure nobody was there watching me. I was relieved to find that I had closed it tight.

I tried to refocus once more, but his face kept appearing in my head. I did my best to fight the image, but as I began driving the vibrator in and out with greater urgency, it was Kelvin's face that I saw. In spite of myself, when I came, I whimpered, "Oh Kelvin!!" My hips rocked violently as I rode the orgasm out as long as possible, before I rolled into the sheets, desperate for sleep to take me.

But then my door creaked open and there he was standing there with a smile and a bulge in his pants. Talk about the devil.

My breath hitched, my body freezing in place as I locked eyes with him. ‘No. No. No.’

I yanked the sheets over myself, my entire body trembling with mortification. “H-How long have you been there?” I stammered, unable to form a coherent statement.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smirk downright sinful. His gaze burned into me, dark and filled with something primal. “As long as possible,” he murmured, his voice deep, husky, dripping with amusement.

Heat flooded my cheeks, shame wrapping around me like a noose. ‘He had been watching!’

My chest rose and fell rapidly, panic surging through my veins. I clutched the blanket tighter, as if that could somehow erase what he had seen. “You…you bastard!” I choked out, my voice shaking. “You should have knocked!”

He simply tilted his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Why would I? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine… thinking about me.” His eyes gleamed with something wicked.

My stomach twisted violently. It wasn’t just that he had seen me he had heard me.

“Oh, Kelvin!!”

The memory of her own desperate moan echoed in her head like a cruel reminder of her humiliation.

My heart slammed against my ribs, and then it hit me like a punch to the gut.

The cameras. How the fuck could I forget the stupid cameras he had set up in this room!

My eyes darted wildly around the room, and my blood ran ice-cold.

I had forgotten. Completely forgotten about the security cameras installed in every room of the estate. The same ones that had been watching my every move.

My world spun, nausea creeping in as the weight of the realization crushed me.

Kelvin took a slow, deliberate step forward. “Oh, and don’t worry…” His smirk widened. “I made sure to enjoy the full show.”

Kelvin's smirk deepened as he pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step into the room. My heart hammered against my ribs, my mind scrambling for a way to undo what had just happened, but there was none.

His voice was maddeningly calm as he spoke. “I actually came to get you for dinner.” His eyes flickered over me, taking in my disheveled state, the way I gripped the sheets like they could shield me from the inevitable. “You should hurry up.”

That was it? No taunts about how desperate I had been? No crude comments about what I’d done while thinking of him?

But I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t mercy.

He had my videos now. He had seen everything.

My breath came in shallow gasps as I forced my body to move, slipping out of bed with shaky legs. I turned away from him, swallowing the lump of shame and fear in my throat as I grabbed a dress from my wardrobe.

The air between us was thick with unspoken things.

I could feel his presence behind me, feel his gaze watching every movement. But he said nothing else, only standing there, his amusement practically radiating off him as I dressed in hurried, jerky motions.

When I finally turned back to face him, my knees felt weak, my face still burning.

Kelvin’s smirk hadn’t wavered. He reached for the door handle but paused, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.”

And then he was gone, leaving me alone in my room, my stomach twisting with dread.

He had my videos.

He could do whatever he pleased with them.

I took a deep breath, straightened my dress, and forced my feet to move. Every step toward the dining room felt like walking to my own execution. My thoughts swirled, my stomach twisted, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing his voice in my head.

"I made sure to enjoy the full show."

God!!!

By the time I stepped into the lavish dining room, my pulse was still uneven. The long mahogany table was already set, silver platters reflecting the warm chandelier glow. Kelvin sat at the head of the table, looking every bit the arrogant bastard he was. His expression was unreadable, but I could still feel the amusement lingering beneath the surface.

And then there was Kate.

Chatty, overly observant Kate, who was already in the middle of some story, gesturing wildly with her hands. Her eyes flicked toward me the second I walked in, and her lips stretched into a knowing grin.

“Oh, there she is!” she practically sang, tapping her fingers against the table. “I was just wondering if you two were gonna come down together. Took your time, huh?”

My entire body tensed.

Kelvin, the bastard, said nothing.

Kate’s grin widened as her gaze darted between us, her eyes twinkling with barely contained amusement. “Wait a minute…” She leaned forward, squinting. “Why do both of you look like…” She gasped. “Oh my god. Your lips!”

My stomach dropped.

“No way,” she continued, her tone dripping with mischief. “Did you guys—”

My throat tightened as I instantly averted my gaze, grabbing the nearest chair and sinking into it. ‘Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.’

Kelvin, of course, looked completely unbothered. The smug bastard simply reached for his glass of wine and took a slow sip. When he finally set it down, he met my gaze across the table, just for a second.

It was a silent challenge. A reminder. I clenched my fists under the table.

Kate, oblivious to the silent war happening, just kept going. “I mean, look at you two. So suspicious. So guilty.” She wiggled her brows, then let out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh. Fine. Don’t tell me. But I know something happened.”

I stabbed my fork into my food, pretending to be invested in my plate. My heart was pounding, and my skin still felt hot with shame.

Kelvin let out a low chuckle, and the sound alone made me snap my head up to glare at him.

The smirk on his face was absolutely annoying. Despite how embarrassed I felt, I hated my body for feeling moved whenever I looked at his face.

I forced myself to chew and swallow as fast as I could, barely tasting anything. The embarrassment was unbearable.

Kate, thankfully, had moved on to another ridiculous story, oblivious to my inner turmoil. I kept my head down, focused only on finishing my food as quickly as possible.

Each second felt like an eternity.

But finally, after what felt like forever, I set my fork down with a soft clink against the plate and pushed my chair back. “I think I’ll head to my room now,” I muttered, barely waiting for a response as I stood up.

The second I turned to leave, however…

“Stop.”

Kelvin’s deep, commanding voice rang out, making me freeze in place.

I swallowed hard, my fingers clenching into fists at my sides. Just ignore him. Just keep walking….

“I’d like to have a conversation.”

His words weren’t a request. They were an order.

I turned back slowly, my stomach twisting with nerves as I met his dark, unreadable gaze. His expression was calm, too calm. But there was something in his eyes, something that made my pulse spike with unease.

Kate, sitting between us, glanced back and forth, eyebrows raised. “Ooooh. A conversation,” she teased, tapping her chin. “Should I leave?”

Kelvin didn’t even look at her. “Yes.”

I expected her to protest, to whine about missing out on whatever drama was about to unfold, but to my surprise, she simply grinned, stood up, and grabbed a bread roll before skipping out of the dining room.

The second the door clicked shut behind her, silence settled between us.

Kelvin leaned back in his chair, fingers loosely gripping the stem of his wine glass. “Come back and sit down, Laura.”

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before doing as he said, my fingers tightly crossed under the table. I lowered myself onto the chair, keeping my posture rigid, waiting for whatever the hell he was about to say.

He took a slow sip of his wine, as if deliberately making me wait, before setting the glass down. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Let's talk about your little… performance earlier."

My heart nearly stopped.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body going rigid. “W-What?”

Kelvin smirked. “You heard me.”

His voice was low, teasing, but beneath it, there was an unmistakable edge of control.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, my voice barely steady.

Kelvin chuckled. “You’re adorable when you pretend.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto mine. “Tell me, Laura… what exactly were you thinking about while you touched yourself?”

My stomach twisted violently. My skin burned.

I knew exactly what he was doing, he was toying with me, testing me.

I straightened my back, forcing my expression to remain blank. “None of your business.”

Kelvin let out a hum of amusement. “Oh, but it is. Especially when you moan my name loud enough for the whole damn security team to hear.”

My breath hitched.

My entire body went ice cold.

He was lying. He had to be lying.

“There are no cameras in my room,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “You told me that yourself.”

Kelvin tilted his head. “Did I?”

The realization hit me like a freight train.

He lied. I had always suspected it but I thought enough dignity not to.

All this time, I thought I had some privacy. That my bedroom was a safe space. But now, I wasn’t so sure.

My fingers curled into fists. “You bastard.”

Kelvin simply smirked, clearly enjoying my turmoil. “Relax,” he said smoothly. “No one else saw anything.”

My breath came out in shallow gasps, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I didn’t believe him. Not for a second.

I needed to get out of here.

I shoved my chair back and stood up abruptly. “I’m done talking.”

But before I could take a single step, Kelvin’s voice dropped lower, sharper.

“You walk out that door, Laura, and I promise you…” His smirk vanished, replaced by a smile that let me know he wasn't joking. “You won’t like what happens next.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I clenched my jaw, my pulse hammering. He wouldn’t dare.

Would he?

I turned my head slightly, glancing toward the door.

Kelvin leaned back, looking entirely too confident. “Go ahead,” he murmured. “Try me.”

I stayed rooted to the spot, every instinct screaming at me to leave.

But I couldn’t.

Not until I knew exactly what he meant.

I exhaled shakily, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What do you want, Kelvin?”

His smirk returned, slow and wicked.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

And against my better judgment…

I did.