CHAPTER FOUR

       Everything happened so quickly for Isabel, that she lost track of her own life. Immediately after she signed the contract with the agency, she was moved to a new apartment, 

Unlike how she had expected the apartment to be a penthouse in the city, it was a multimillionaire mansion with an ocean view and it was unlike anything Isabel had ever seen.

Whoever this anonymous employer of hers was, she needed no soothsayer to tell her he must be drowning in wealth. 

Everything she needed, from food and clothes to other necessities, was in abundance. She didn't have to do anything for herself, because two maids were designated to her care. There was a chef, a few cleaners, and bodyguards. The security was very tight, which means there was no unsolicited going out and coming in.

The house manager, Madam Magdalene, an older woman in her late forties was there if she needed anything.

Isabel was awestruck, yet cautious, because everything seemed too good to be true for her.

There were certain strict rules she had to adhere to.

First of which was her lifestyle. Healthy eating, daily exercises, and daily dose of medication and vitamins to boost her fertility.

It was compulsory to eat fruits daily and she was expected to nap at least three hours during the day and ten at night.

She had to cut contact with the outside world entirely, her family included. 

That didn't pose much trouble for her, as she already quit her job at Blue Farm and she left a note at home that she was traveling to another country.

Not like the Hadids cared about her whereabouts, or they would show any concern if she had gone missing.

Her cellphone was confiscated too, to ensure she was following the no contact with the outside world policy.

Despite all these rules, Isabel never met her employer, nor has she ever spoken to him. 

The only person who could access him was Madam Magdalene, and she passed his message to her and the rest of the employees.

A week passed and Isabel was getting worried she hadn't seen her employer, so confronted Madam Magdalene about it.

However, the woman's reply filled her with dread, as much as it excited her.

"He's coming here tonight."

"He is?" Her appetite vanished immediately, as she raised her head from the sumptuous breakfast to the woman.

"Yes. According to the chat Doctor Robert provided about your monthly cycle, tomorrow marks the beginning of your fertile days." 

Poor Isabel was speechless.

She didn't know they were monitoring her menstrual cycle.

Her face scrunched in disgust and shame, hearing it from the woman. 

"You might want to prepare yourself, child. This is no easy task you're about to indulge in. You'll need all the strength you can get, to go through with this."

Isabel opened her mouth, but could not say anything to the woman.

Hearing the woman's warning, made her feel unprepared for the task ahead of her. She was panicking with herself.

What if she doesn't satisfy her employer? What if she cannot handle him?

Would he send her away?

She had never been intimate with any man before, because the only relationship she fostered in high school was a scholar and teacher relationship which was cordial and based on the fact that she was intelligent with words.

She never had a boyfriend. 

No one was interested in a bookworm like her, so it was easy for her to go unnoticed by everyone, except her bullies.

Whoever this employer of hers is, he must be experienced.

Would he excuse her inexperience, or send her away and request for another person?

Would he be rough with her, despite the discomfort, or be kind enough to go easy on her?

Different questions raced in her heart, they made her regret the decision she had made.

But she knew there was no going back unless her employer decided otherwise.

Madam Magdalene saw apprehension rack the girl's face, she asked her,

"Is this your first time?"

Isabel nodded, gripped by dread.

The woman smiled softly, patting her hand,

"Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it. Just pray your body accepts his seed without hassle. That way, you'll get pregnant quickly and won't have to continue copulating with him."

The woman's words were supposed to ease her anxiety, but they only worsened it.

So, there's a probability that her body might not accept the man's seed immediately, which means they've to keep trying until it does.

She was paralyzed with worry, staring at the woman with unblinking eyes.

"Also, he hates to be touched unnecessarily, so you might want to keep your hands to yourself and let him do whatever he wants." The woman added, getting up from her seat,

"Be hopeful he's not in a bad mood today. If he isn't, this will be as quick and easy, and you'll have nothing to worry about." She assured her before leaving.

Isabel remained speechless, watching the woman leave without sparing her another glance.

Now, she wished she hadn't signed up for the job in the first place.

   The much-dreaded evening came, and Isabel couldn't help feeling sick. Twice, she threw up in the bathroom and she felt like her body burning up. Her heartbeat was erratic and she was plagued with a splitting headache.

Her condition worsened when she heard the cars pull up to the end of the long driveway.

He has arrived!

Although she was mortified, she knew what was coming was inevitable. There was no way around it. It is the first part of the job and it has to be done.

Earlier, she was forced to take a long warm bath, where the maids washed her themselves, on Madam Magdalene's instruction.

They went as far as shaving her pubic hair and massaging her body. Isabel was so embarrassed, that she felt like the ground should open up and swallow her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet could not stop them.

It was a direct order from her employer and she dared not reject his offer.

According to Madam Magdalene, until their contract is over, her body is no longer hers, but the man's and he will do whatever he chooses with her.

After a long while, she heard a knock on the door, and her heart flipped.

She wasn't ready yet.

She hasn't even changed into the sexy lingerie he got her.

"W-who's there?" She stuttered, panicking as she got up from the bed to open the door.

She sauntered to the door with a pounding heart, thinking it was the man. 

There was no time to change, and she did not want to risk keeping him outside for long.

What if he is in a bad mood and she worsens everything?

She cannot risk that.

However, when she opened it, she was surprised to see Julia, one of the maids. 

The girl was carrying a tray, and on it was a glass of orange juice and a steamy bowl of sumptuous-looking mushroom soup.

"Madam Magdalene asked me to bring this to you." The girl informed her, causing a frown on Isabel's face.

It was past her dinnertime and she had dinner about a while ago, why were they serving her another dinner?

"The boss is here and your presence will be requested soon. You might want to get ready and wait until you're called for." Julia explained to her, even before she could ask any questions.

She hesitantly collected the tray from Julia, thanked her, and returned to her bedroom, while the girl closed the door behind her.

She carefully placed the tray on the bedside drawer, then dumped herself on the bed, heaving a sigh of exhaustion.

Earlier, Madam Magdalene had given her a Victoria's Secret box that contained a set of lingerie.

There were about three of them, same designs but different colors.

It would've been comfortable if she was a Victoria's Secret model or a model in Playboy Magazine, but she was neither of those.

Inside the box was a simple note from her anonymous employer.

"Feel pretty tonight."

How could she feel pretty in such sultry-looking sleepwear?

 After about fifteen minutes of finishing the soup, Isabel began to feel uncomfortable. She felt lightheaded and her inside was burning, as if someone had ignited fire inside her.

She was overwhelmed with fear, unable to decipher what was happening to her. Aside from her inability to get out the bed, and the dizziness, she felt a weird sensation travel from her spine to the core of her womanhood.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt.

Her body was on a rampage, stimulus shooting wild sensations everywhere. Her vagina muscles kept clenching and unclenching involuntarily.

The pain was so excruciating and the burning worsened, as if someone was fueling the fire.

She tried to cry for help, but all that escaped her lips were soft whimpers, as she curled up on the bed.

Tears blurred her sight, streaming down the corner of her eyes. Her entire body system was altered and it was so strange, she was craving for something she had never had.

And it was driving her to insanity.

Just when Isabel thought she was going to pass out from the riotous heat, she heard the door of her bedroom open slowly, and footsteps approaching her.

She couldn't raise her head to see who it was, but all she felt was the strange presence approaching her before another tumultuous sensation struck her and she cried out,

"Argh!" 

Her blurry sight couldn't ID whoever it was, but she perceived his strong masculine scent. It was so strong, that it jagged the little self-control she had left.

"P-please, help me." She whimpered softly, turning her blurred attention to the man,

"I-I need help."

"I'm here to help you, Little Rabbit." The man groaned with a devilish smirk, getting on the bed with her.

The sight of her aroused him to the point of insanity, his erection grew painfully harder. 

His manhood was harder than a servicing bull's, just by the sight of her half-naked body and he was tempted to start devouring her immediately.

She was wearing one of the lingerie from the set he'd gotten her, and he was enthralled by how seductive it made her look. Her skin was so flawless and dainty, that he knew he'd have to restrain himself to not hurt her.

The pills Doctor Robert gave him, were working their wonders in her, but he knew he had to be meticulous with her.

This was her first time, so he wanted to make it as memorable as possible, although she might not recall much from it afterward.

He leaned closer to her, inhaling her feminine scent, and he whispered to her hearing,

"Tonight, I will mark my score inside you and wherever I've been, no man would dare trespass."

"P-p-please. I-I need you--" She stuttered softly and he placed a kiss on her sobbing face,

"I know you do, but once I'm in, I am not letting you go anywhere again." He whispered, running his tongue against her face, while his fingers traveled under the lacy nightwear,

"You shall remain mine until I've had my fill of you."

He found her divided, and without any preamble, he shoved a finger into her.

"Ah!" She let out a breathy moan, and the devil between the man's thighs howled.