Part 04:

His Pov: 

I chain up my pants as she gets up and goes to the washroom. Honestly, I don't know why the hell I did that.

I usually don't lose control and never do anything without giving it several thoughts. I never in my life bought any prostitute or forced myself on anyone. 

Women always went crazy over me and could do anything to get just a glance from me. I have just had one night stands and never slept with a woman twice in my life. I had sex just for some fun and ended it just in there. 

For the first time, I bought someone with money, and honestly, even I don't know what I planned to do with her. But I definitely didn't plan to sleep with her or even touch her. 

But when she continuously started to beg me to let her go and give her passport back to her, something shifted in my mind.

If she didn't beg, I could even consider this, but her seemingly not wanting me even after being used by several people got me on my edge. I didn't like that she didn't want me. 

But what got me off was her sleeping with other men for money. I wanted to show her her place. I hate prostitutes and prostitution so much.

They all are just money hungry sluts who can do anything for just a few dollars and some attention. They be pregnant by the rich just so they can live their rest of the life comfortably.

My own mother did the same. She fucked my father and got pregnant with me. And then with my brother even when my father already had a wife and a daughter.

That didn't stop her from sleeping with him for money. And also not to forget for child support as my father used to pay shithold of money for me and my brother. But she used to have it all for herself. Bitch...

I close my eyes and I sit on the edge of the bed as I try to shut my mind off. But that doesn't help. I forced myself to shut off those memories and after all these years I did that. I shut off my mind and my past.

But since I met her my mind can't stop from going back. It feels like I can see a shadow of my mom in her. A woman who slept around for money. A woman who destroyed me. I hope she doesn't bring me to the point my mother brought me or else she will also have to meet the same outcome my mom had to meet by me.

My thoughts get interrupted as she walks out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Her eyes red and her cheeks stained.

"You don't look too happy for a person who just had two orgasms." I try to ease the situation but I think that worked for the opposite.

" I don't have any clothes to wear. " Her voice low, drained and tired.

I gesture at my abandoned shirt." You can wear that for now."

"For now?" She furrows her brows.

" Yeah.. You can wear my shirts for a few days."

Her eyes glimpse with hope. " And then?"

" Then.. Then I can ask someone to buy some clothes for you.."

"No.. Not that. How long do you plan on keeping me here? I thought you got what you want already." I raise a brow at that.

" What I want?" She nods. I pull her closer by the rope on her waist of her bathrobe as I look up to her .

" What do you think I want from you?" 

" You know what I am talking about.." She says. Her face red and her voice barely a whisper. She's actually surprising me to be honest. 

It's true I never slept with any prostitute but I know their nature. She contradicts the whole concept of prostitution.

She's timid. At first I was thinking that she's pretending but when I fucked her I could feel her fear, her embarrassment and how unusual it was for her to take me.

But then she admitted herself she slept with three men. She's confusing me and I don't like it. 

" I don't plan on letting you go at the moment Rosalina. But if you behave good and don't try to do any funny thing I might consider letting you go."

Even I don't know why I am keeping her. I have no reason to actually. 50 millions is nothing for me but I just don't want to let her go. Yet.

I go back to my room and as I walk out I heard her closing the door and locking it. This earned a grin from me. Does she really think if I want to do something a mere lock can stop me from it.

I try to take a nap. Usually I can't sleep much but I still try to take a nap to clear things in my brain.

I got up after 3 hours. I finish my morning business and go to the kitchen as I gotta make myself breakfast. Usually when I am in the city I do everything for myself and I don't let anyone get in my apartment.

I usually dont like big mansions so I like this as my home qyite much. Its comfy small and gives a homely feeling . A kitchen two rooms and middle space thats it. My building is very well guarded and I always have my gun with me as well. As for grocery and all I have Noah for me to do it. 

I am almost done making breakfast when I hear the knob of my spare room moving and after a moment Rosalina coming out.

I look at her from the kitchen counter and my breathe gets stucks in my throat for a second. She's wearing my turtle neck black shirt and its so long on her almost reaching her knees. Her eyes puffy and her cheeks red as well.

She notices me a second later and tries to go back to her room.

" Come here Rosalina." She halts for a second before turning back and coming to the kitchen.

" You don't want to have breakfast?"

She shakes her head. " I don't want it." 

" I don't take no for an answer Rosalina. You are going to have it." 

I place two toasts along with a cup of coffee on the kitchen table as I take a seat next to her with my breakfast.

"Have it.."

I watch her trying to study her as she tries to eat. I don't even know why I made breakfast for her when I never did this for anyone before. But again I never brought anyone home before this. 

She looks at me.

"Why are you watching me like this? I can't eat.." Her voice little and so damn beautiful. 

I lean in as my lips reach to the shell of her ear.  "You are confusing me Rosalina. And I don't like it a bit."