Just as she was brought into that secret room once again, she knew something bad was about to happen. But James Miller with all his charisma made her unable to move even the slightest. Suddenly she seemed to lose her strength...She was laid on the bed, then tied up once again with handcuffs. She knew he might think she was going to scream or something, but all she did was stay still and wait as a slave resigned to her punishment. She felt stupid because it seemed like she herself expected that to happen, she was the one who made it happen in the end for she too boldly seduced her master.She could see James Miller walking over to the shelf to get something. Before long he returned with several items that made her gulp in fear just by seeing them. There was a part of her that felt like screaming and begging to be released, but there was another part that was curious and wanted that 'whatever' bad thing to happen..."You really challenged me, didn't you?" he hissed as he tied a silk co
Becky looked at James Miller from a distance, she took a deep breath and then walked over to him. She stood in the corner of the room, in front of her James Miller was sitting while enjoying his lunch which had been delayed because of her bad cooking. "Come here," he said, waving his hand for Becky to come closer to him. "Yes sir." "Sit down," said he, pointing to the chair in front of him. Without further questioning, she pulled out the chair and sat on it. "From now on you have to come with me wherever I go even to the office, you will always stick with me and serve my needs no matter what happens," he said flatly. Becky wanted to protest but a clever thought popped into her head. If she had to follow James wherever he went, that meant she could escape anytime when she had the chance! "Don't even think about running away because I will never let that happen, not before your father returns my painting to me," James Miller said without looking up at Becky who was quite surprised
"Aren't you a little too much? How could you do that to someone, I mean, she just lost her job when she might really need it," raved Beck after Debbie disappeared from their sight with tears in her eyes.James Miller stepped closer to her until they were only about six inches apart."You have no right to judge me, now come with me, I will choose clothes for you..." he said coldly.With a gloomy face, she followed James Miller who was staring at the rows of white clothes hanging neatly and elegantly in front of him."Try all of these, and show me one by one, I'll be waiting here," he said flatly."All of them? One by one? But twenty clothes are hanging in there! Can't I just try on a few?" Becky protested with a tired face."Rebecca Becket, don't cross the line?" hissed James Miller, his piercing eyes staring at her for a long time. Having no choice, she finally picked up the white long-sleeved midi dress and took it to the fitting room.She took off her clothes one by one with a gloom
"I'll take them all," said James Miller quickly walking out of the room leaving Becky a few meters behind him.Becky corrected her slightly messy hair, she looked up because she felt someone was watching her. Her guess was right, Timothy was staring at her with a piercing gaze as if he knew what she had just done with James Miller in the dressing room.She cleared her throat slowly, ignoring Timothy's gaze. She walked briskly towards the door, but Timothy caught up with her. "Did something happen inside?" he asked looking straight ahead, he knew James Miller was watching them from inside the car."What do you mean?" hissed Becky, her face red with embarrassment. "You know exactly what I mean," he said sarcastically and then walked quickly past Becky who was looking at him nervously.With an uneasy feeling, she got into the car and sat next to James Miller who kept staring ahead and not looking at her at all. She turned her head away, regretting what she had done earlier. She knew she
Becky didn't dare to ask James Miller anything and chose to keep her mouth shut all the way to his private hangar, meanwhile, next to her, James Miller looked busy with his cell phone, he didn't even look at her and that made her confused. Did she make a mistake that made him angry?'Gosh, Becky why do you care?!'She shook her head, pushing that ridiculous feeling away.In the midst of the silence, suddenly James' cell phone rang loudly."James Miller," he greeted the caller coldly."Fuck it! I don't care, tell Antonov I'll pay double for my painting! And watch Beckett, I know he's trying to play with me again!" he snapped and ended the call in a huff.Becky swallowed hard, her heart racing in panic. Did James Miller just mention her father? What was her father up to? And where's he?She glanced at James Miller and was about to open her mouth when she saw Timothy shaking his head at her through the rearview mirror, signaling her not to say anything.Becky struggled to keep herself fr
"Do you want to be free?" asked James Miller, one of his eyebrows rising. Becky almost choked her saliva, "What did you say? Of course, I want! I knew it! You're going to release me, aren't you?!" she covered her mouth with both of her hands, too excited. James Miller snorted, "There's no such a free lunch, you know that right?" hissed him cynically. "What do you mean?" she frowned in curiosity. "Read this," said James Miller, he put a bundle of documents on Becky's lap. "What is this? Is this a Contract renewal?" she muttered, her hands busy opening the envelope and taking out the documents from inside it. Just by reading the first page, she started to feel strange, "I don't understand..." "I will explain briefly if you agree to the offer voluntarily, then I will release you after three years and even compensate you, I know you have two younger siblings waiting for you in your house," he said casually. Becky shook her head "I still don't understand, do you want me to be your se
James Miller's private plane landed at JFK airport smoothly. Rebecca Becket straightened her back, staring out with a grim face. She was in her hometown, not to go home but to say goodbye. She turned and found James Miller was no longer in his seat."Hey, you don't want to come down?" asked Timothy who suddenly appeared. Becky gasped, she quickly got to her feet and followed Timothy out of the plane. From a few meters away she saw James Miller walking fast while talking to someone on his cell phone."Tim, I'm really going to meet my siblings, right?" she asked hopefully. Timothy snorted, "Didn't you make a pact with Mr. Miller? I think you know better than I do," he retorted.Becky sighed,"Come on, are you going to judge me now?"Timothy didn't respond, he walked quickly ahead of her because James Miller was watching them from a distance.Becky took a deep breath, she walked quickly because James Miller was still watching her."Give me your hand," said him as she approached."What?"
There was no conversation whatsoever as the two of them enjoyed their dinner and wine. Becky often secretly cast a glance at James Miller, wondering what he would do to her. she wanted to ask, but she knew, even if she insisted him to open his mouth, he wouldn't tell her anything.Thirty minutes later, plates were empty, James held his wine glass high while raising an eyebrow at Becky telling her to do the same.Becky nervously raised her wine glass, her eyes staring back at James bravely. Wasn't there nothing more to be afraid of? She had agreed to become his slave, all she needed to do was live everything with a big heart and acceptance. If it weren't for her father's life that was being threatened by her master, she would have chosen to run away from the start. But now a weird thing happened to her, her body demanded his touch so badly that she felt like she has lost her mind.Everything would be easier if there weren't whips, handcuffs, duct tape, and other weird tools that scare
Becky's question was left unanswered. That day James took her back to LA, which confused her, he asked him, but again her question remained unanswered. They landed safely at LAX and continued to James' mansion, which gave Becky a goosebump when she looked at it, recalling the chaotic day when that tragedy happened."Okay, that's enough!" Becky stopped her step and snatched away James' hand, which was holding her wrist. "Can you at least tell me what's going on here? Why are you flying to LA when our wedding is just days away?" she raved, her chest heaving. "I know it's a fake wedding, but I don't like that you changed the plan without my approval. I mean, am I that insignificant to you?"James stopped. He exhaled long and then turned around at her."Those media attention is the last thing I wanted to get right now. I'm canceling the wedding at the Plaza. We're moving here," he said firmly.Becky gulped, "So I'm going to stay here until you don't need me anymore?" she muttered, staring
"Can you please leave me alone? I need time..." said Becky without looking at him. James nodded. He walked away from her and stopped right at the door."Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry," he said, staring at the back of her head with a warm gaze. Becky didn't say anything. She buried her face between her knees, sobbing. She didn't know that James was standing still behind the door, confused about how he could help her go through that situation.After he left, she dared herself to activate her cell phone. Since she was not famous, people might not be interested in her story. She shouldn't be over-worried, should she?So she swiped the screen, opened her social media, and was shocked. There were so many people putting harsh comments on every picture she uploaded.'She's marrying James Miller just to satisfy her shopping habit. She does not feel guilty after what her father has done to him! Such a bitch!''I bet she's not that pretty in real life.And many other nasty com
"Are you kidding me? Why would you come with us?" asked Becky, who finally canceled to go to dinner with Alan. James shrugged, "I just wanted to join in,?" he said lightly. "Oh really?!" she rolled her eyes, then turned her face toward the window again. They were in the car, just out of The Plaza area."Where are we going?" she asked nonchalantly."Home," he said."Okay, drive me to my apartment. I really need some me time," she said bluntly."No, we're going back to my penthouse," he said undeniably."Excuse me? We're not married yet! We don't have to live together! I want to go back to my apartment!" raved Becky, she didn't know why but she felt like staying in her apartment alone to clear her head from all those sudden things that happened to her.James pulled the car over,"Look, I don't have time to fight! The wedding is only days away! You think it's easy to arrange a sudden wedding?!" he said annoyedly."I never wanted a fight. It's you who always started it! It's difficult for
Feeling better, she rushed to wash in the bathroom and got dressed. There were far more critical things to consider, like how she would announce her sudden wedding plans to the public. They must have been shocked, especially her siblings. But things might be more difficult if they discovered that James hadn't returned his memories.Let's say the marriage happened, at last, then temporary happiness will soon be created, and years later, all will end sadly because of a divorce that was supposed to happen. She took a deep breath, feeling guilty that her father's sins had resulted in her getting involved in a fake marriage to someone who should be her husband and who loved her the most.Thirty minutes later, she was ready with a knee-length casual dress in brick red. She let her long hair down. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks would turn red with embarrassment whenever she remembered what she had done with James earlier. Suddenly she could hear someone knock on the door."Y
With an annoyed face, Becky returned to James's penthouse. She still couldn't accept the trap she had set. If she had known from the start that her shopping expenses would be deducted from her own money she would not have spent that much!"Follow me," he said, climbing the stairs to the second floor."We're not going to sleep together, aren't we?" said her curiously. He snorted in laughter, "What did you just say? Do you think I'm willing to sleep with you? You may still be unable to forget what happened to us back then but trust me. I don't remember any of that. I even forgot how you tasted!"Becky didn't reply. However, she lost her virginity to him, which bothered her quite a bit. She stepped ahead of James with a shopping bag in her hand. James looked at her back. He understood what was happening in her head but wasn't lying when he said he didn't remember anything about her."I forgot which one is my room?" asked Becky when they were on the second floor, she looked around the ro
Becky grimaced. She looked at James with an annoyed look. "We accidentally bumped into each other. How about you? What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound cheerful. James looked at her and Richard alternately, "Accidentally bumped into each other? What is that supposed to mean?" he muttered with a raised eyebrow.Richard cleared his throat softly, "I'd better get back to the office, Becky thanks for your time!" he said as he rose to his feet, nodded once to James, and then hurriedly left them. He knew something terrible might going to happen."Are you following me?!" Becky said, her eyes squinting at James suspiciously. He chuckled, "Following you? Do you think I don't have anything else to do? Why would I follow you?! I wanted to pick up something I left in Michael's office, and I accidentally saw you with that annoying guy!""That annoying guy you said? You don't even know him! How can you call him like that? You're even a thousand times more annoying than him! I mean th
"Um, Richard, nice to meet you. I have to go now!" said Becky, shaking Richard's hand awkwardly."Let's go this way!" said Michael West, leading James and Becky to his office. "Bye!" said Richard, smiling warmly before Becky disappeared from the hallway."What? You like him?" muttered James coldly."Haha, so funny!" replied Becky with a sarcastic tone."Remember you are someone's future wife, don't flirt with other men or...""Or what?" she challenged him."Or you'll get the consequences," hissed James in a serious tone that made Becky shudder in horror, remembering the torture she once got from him.While Becky was busy with her thoughts, James suddenly pulled her hand away."Are you going to keep thinking about that guy, or are you going to focus on settling my life back?" he whispered in her ear.Becky sneered, she looked up at James, but she didn't say anything. It sucks! A relationship with someone who didn't love her back hurt her so much! She couldn't imagine living years with
Too ShockedThey stared at each other in silence, then the images of what they did a long time ago swirled in Becky's head as James buried his face between her thighs. She could remember everything clearly, all his sighs, touch, kisses..."Rebecca?!""Hey, Rebecca Beckett!" James waved his hand in front of her face and brought her to her senses. She hurriedly pulled herself away from him and cleared her throat nervously."Are you thinking something dirty? Why is your face red like that?" he teased with laughter.Becky's face turned even redder, "You're so annoying!" she snapped, stomping her feet and then walking fast, leaving the kitchen. James held back his laugh and followed her behind. They stood next to each other without speaking. Becky kept cursing herself for being unable to forget everything that had happened. She even felt something warm between her thighs. Gosh! What a shame!"Rebecca, wait!" yelled James running after her. "Arrgh!" suddenly, he stopped, holding his head in
"I know, you don't need to remind me," said Becky curtly. She turned her face to the window, secretly smiling because she missed James so much. It's just that she didn't want to show her longing for him. One-sided love was tough...James's penthouse was on the 100th floor of a luxury apartment building in Manhattan, New York.A driver opened the car door for her while James waited impatiently beside her. "This way," the bodyguard said, showing her the way to the private elevator that would take them to the 100th floor.She didn't say anything at all and was still trying to digest it all. She tried to fix her life and focus on her siblings, but James's appearance changed everything. She didn't know what would happen after that...James scanned his eyes at a small box located near the entrance. Soon after, the door was wide open. "Come on," he said as he stepped back and invited Becky to enter first."How did you know about that? I mean, how do you know how to enter this room?" she aske