WHO IS THE UNFORTUNATE GIRL?

With the harsh gaze he gave her, she glared at him with fury in her eyes, but she didn't dare to say anything. 

" I'm not a whore," she says. She trembled as she felt his chilly grip on her neck, whispering. She flinched as his hands wrapped around her back. Was he about to suffocate her?! 

" You should stay quiet while I'm talking to a whore like you." He cooed into her ears as he yanked the blanket away from her body. 

"How come I'm still a virgin if I'm a whore?" She responded with a reply. 

"Cupcake, oh cupcake. Because you let me bust your lovely cherry last night, you're no longer a virgin." He grinned, his gaze falling on her bare breasts. He knelt down and sucked one of Miranda's nipples into his mouth, then tormented it by biting the tip, causing Miranda's body to tremble. He worked his magic on both of her nipples. Miranda's attention strayed down his body as the towel wrapped around his lower torso slid to the floor. His entire body was a picture of beauty. He didn't have any bruises or a burn on his body. 'What kind of cream does he use?!' she wondered. 

As he stood up, her eyes followed him. 

"Prepare yourself. Don't be late." He issued a warning and exited the room. 

She let out a sigh. What in the world had she gotten herself into? 

Miranda sprinted over to the couch and grabbed the nylon bag. It was professional attire for her. She frowned since it was a cutting button shirt and a short pencil skirt with no undergarments. How can she wear such revealing clothing without undergarments on her first day at work? She stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, her neck throbbing with hickeys. She clenched her jaw. 

After a few moments, 

She stepped into his office and handed over the documents he had requested. He had driven her directly to the Templetons Enterprise after she had bathed and changed her clothing. Despite the fact that she was uncomfortable in the revealing outfit she wore without undergarments.

Claudia must be worried about her, because when she checked her phone, she saw twenty missed calls and ten texts from Claudia wondering where she was, and she was concerned. Inquiring as to where she had slept the night before. 

She had texted her back, assuring her that she was OK and that she had received the job. 

She kept the paperwork on the table next to his computer, where he was typing. She gave him a cold stare and was about walking out of his office. She sensed his passionate gaze on her genitalia. 

" Cupcake, come over here," says the narrator. While continuing working on his computer, he murmured in hushed tones. With a pout on her face, she turned around and walked back over to him. 

"Sir, what do you want?! " She inquired gently, dare not to look him in the eyes. 

"Sit," he said, motioning her over to his lap, where she sat reluctantly. 

" Sir, this is not professional," she grumbled flatly, her face turned to the side. 

"Cupcake, you don't talk when I'm talking. Here, I'm the one who speaks." He snarled and moved his hands towards her breast. 

She blinks away tears that threaten to pour out of her eyes. 

She leapt from his laps, shocking both herself and him. With a scowl on his face, he looked at her. 

" Do you truly want to go to jail, don't you?" He stated

"I've already apologized. Even if I didn't agree, you slept with me. You treated me as if I were a whore, but I'm not. This is something I don't want to do." She went out of his office and slammed the door behind her after saying that. She had no idea where that confidence came from, but she was terrified. What if he actually did imprison her with Claudia? She didn't want Claudia to be dragged into her turmoil. Even if it meant fucking her, she needed to solve this. She took a deep breath and returned to the room. 

When he saw her return to his office, he grinned. 

"I'm happy you recognize your mistake. I despise stubbornness in my girls and prefer them to be obedient. Now, come here." He muttered something, and she moved closer to him. 

He draws her closer to him with a single smooth stroke. He dropped his tongue to hers as he yanked her blouse apart, slicing three of her buttons. His chest brushes against her braless chest. He used his hands to toss away the paperwork on his table to the floor as his hands moved to her buttocks, bringing her up onto the table in his office. On her cheeks, she could feel his heated breath. He returned his attention to her mouth and kissed her passionately while nibbling on her neck. By dragging down the hem of her skirts and sliding his hand over her tummy, he strengthened the kiss. His chilly touch on her abdomen made her quiver. 

He yanked her shirt off and his eyes fell on her breast, highlighting her stiff nipples. She is taken aback by the softness of her breast in his palms. He straddles her, chest to chest, after turning her around. She gasped as she felt her nipples poke his bare chest. 

Miranda was startled when a knock came at the door, but she was astonished when he stayed unconcerned. 

What the hell was he up to?! Isn't he supposed to come to a halt? 

"Who dares to bother me?! " His icy tone enquired. 

"  Open the door." From the opposite side of the room, a voice even more icy than his command.

While he went to answer the door, Andrew adjusted his suit and urged her to put on her clothing. As a man clad in a black suit entered the room, the mood in the room became cold. The air he inhaled was awe-inspiring. This man appeared to be much older and more frightening than Andrew, and he gave her a pathetic expression that made her whimper in terror. She hurriedly buttoned her shirt buttons, her hands quivering, and was ready to walk away when Andrew's voice beckoned her back, and she stepped sheepishly towards him. He motioned for her to sit on his laps, which she did. 

The other man sat down on the plush couch and crossed his legs beautifully, commanding the entire room.

He looked at her as if she were the most repulsive creature he'd ever seen. He snorted and returned Andrew's stare. 

" Our father is concerned about your well-being. He advised you to choose a suitable bride. " He said this, his gaze falling on Miranda, who had shrunk in terror on Andrew's lap. 

"I'm not ready for marriage," He responded. They were both having a discussion as if she wasn't present or hearing them. It was as if she didn't exist at all. 

" He wants you to return to the castle while you are looking for a wife." The guy spoke out, his voice quiet but cold. 

" I'll return with my wife to the castle. I have found a bride. " He murmured something. 

" So, who's the unfortunate girl you'd want to marry?! " The other man let out a snort. 

" Oh, brother. You have a great sense of humour." Andrew laughed. 

Miranda came to the conclusion that this may be Damien Templeton, the Templetons' eldest brother. It's no surprise that he appears to be dangerous. 

" Respond to my query. " He stated, 

" She'll be the unfortunate girl with whom I'll tie the knot." He boldly stated this while placing his arms around Miranda's waist. 

Miranda's cheeks became flushed. What the hell did he just say?!

To be continued...