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Jacqueline felt her blood freeze completely. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. No! She looked him in the eyes, but there were no emotions in them. He was supposed to beg for her touch like all the other rich men did. Why was he different? How was she going to hand him the drink now?Jacqueline's head started pounding as fear consumed her. What if things didn't go as she had planned? Jacqueline tried to regain her composure and switch to action mode.

"We... shouldn't be rushing things," Jacqueline forced a smile as she placed her hand on his arm, feeling his biceps and those veins. "We have the whole night to spend together," she said, her voice breaking.

She might just pass out because of the coldness this guy was exuding. He looked at her hand as if it were dirt, and Jacqueline quickly withdrew it.

"Let's have a drink," she said. She elegantly walked over to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and slipped a sleeping pill into his glass unnoticed.Jacqueline's heart kept drumming in her ears as she carried the glass of wine. She carefully walked towards him, praying internally not to slip and fall.

His chilling gaze wrecked her body. She handed him the wine, and he eyed it before taking it from her.Jacqueline felt relieved when he took it. Now he just needed to drink it, and everything would be solved.

Jacqueline watched him drink half of the glass before he handed it back to her. She set the glass on the table.She just needed to be a little patient for five more minutes. After that, he would fall asleep and wouldn't remember anything that happened the following morning.

"Won't you get on the bed?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth before quickly returning to normal.

Jacqueline gulped and got on the bed, feeling his eyes on her like a dangerous predator. With the vibe she was getting, her subconscious was already telling her he might want her as a sacrifice and not for sex.

Jacqueline lay on the bed and stared at him, waiting for his next orders, which made his eyebrows twitch. Wasn't she the best in the club? He had heard she had serviced many men, but the girl in front of him gave him the vibe of a... no way. He smirked. Some girls liked acting docile at first; they always wanted him to make the first move. He rolled his eyes and walked towards her.

Jacqueline gulped nervously as he approached. She had been mentally counting the seconds and minutes; it had been five minutes now, and he should at least be looking tipsy. What was he going to do now? Rip her clothes off? Jacqueline felt hot sweat roll down her back.

He walked towards her on the bed and leaned his face closer to hers. "Strip. I'm not going to repeat myself," he said in a low, dangerous tone, and Jacqueline started stripping without advice.

Her hands shook as she removed her crop top, leaving her in her black bra. Her bum shorts came off next, and she felt the cold air hit her as she was left in her panties.His eyes raked over her body, but Jacqueline couldn't read anything in those empty eyes. He slightly pushed her onto the bed, and Jacqueline's heart raced even harder as he hovered above her. It had been ten long minutes; why wasn't the drug having any effect on him?

As Jacqueline was lost in her thoughts, looking as distressed as ever, she was unaware that his eyes had been on her, noticing the slight changes in her expression. He had been expecting her to try to hold or touch him like all the other girls did, but none of that was happening with her. She even looked like she was about to cry, and it was surprisingly turning him on.

Jacqueline gasped when he pinned her down; she couldn't move an inch. He touched her down there, and Jacqueline instantly clasped her legs, making him frown. He had managed to touch her down there, and it was so small he doubted air had ever entered it.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, and Jacqueline felt like she might cry at any moment.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, making Jacqueline's throat run dry. Her eyes were already filled with tears, and if she blinked, they might flow like a river.

"You are," he mumbled, running his hands through his silky black hair. He left her on the bed and began putting on his clothes.

Jacqueline's mind was in chaos. Everything had gone totally wrong, and now he was going to report to her boss. Her life was finished. Jacqueline hurriedly put on her shirt and shorts, and she sprinted out of bed.

She ran to him and stood in front of him. He was much taller than she was.Her face was wet with tears, and it seemed the words were stuck in her throat. If he told her boss about her virginity, it would be over for her.

"Please... please don't tell anyone about this," Jacqueline pleaded. She had never been this scared before; she could feel her whole body shaking.

He was now dressed in a white shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket.He looked at her with a bored expression, making Jacqueline feel like a pest he wanted to get rid of.

"Please, I'm willing to do anything. Don't tell my boss about this," Jacqueline pleaded as more tears fell from her eyes.He leaned closer to her and gazed into her eyes as if trying to uncover all her dirty secrets.

"You'll do anything, huh?" he asked, and Jacqueline nodded gingerly.

"I'm willing to do anything," Jacqueline said.He let out a bone-chilling smirk, making him look like a devil, and Jacqueline's hands shook nervously.

"Marry me then," he deadpanned. Jacqueline felt like her ears had malfunctioned; there was no way what she heard was correct.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked, raising her chin with his finger.

"It means you'll become my slave," he said coldly, and Jacqueline's body stiffened.