Chapter 2 The whore contract

Alexis POV

"So much pride for damaged skin! Who the hell is this?" I mumbled underneath my voice with a disgusting smirk on my face.

"What did you say?" He asked in a sexy, but harsh and cold voice while he raised his left eyebrow.

I shot a deadly glare at him with the dislike that muddled my heart. "Nothing." I wiggled my head negatively.

"Better for you!" He echoed before he decided to take a step down from the bed. The duvet that covered his body gently unwrapped, and by the time he stepped down, he was naked.

I shut my eyes at once. "What the hell is this? Cover yourself already!" I echoed. But he smirked, taking a walk into his bathroom without saying anything further.

"Who in God's name is this? And why am I here?" Asking myself that question audibly, I half-opened my eyes to see if he was gone. Then, a shocking realisation hit me. 'If he is naked. Does that mean...?' My eyes widened as I looked into the duvet that covered my body.

'Fuck! Did this pervert take advantage of me?' I tried to remember what happened after I took the alcohol. Unfortunately, the images in my head were blurred. But I knew that I had my clothes on. Just before that thought settled in, beside the bed that I lay on were my clothes and my heels.

'This pervert took my clothes off by himself! Ugh!' I rested my head on my hand in embarrassment.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist.

"Fuck!" I mumbled while I managed to catch my breath with the sexy body that was before me. Six-pack abs, properly lined on his stomach, he had a broad chest and a handsome face to top it off. But I refuse to be swayed.

"You bloody pervert! How dare you take advantage of a beautiful drunk lady!" Disgust lay underneath my breath.

He scoffed nonchalantly while he opened one of his wardrobes to pick up his clothes.

I quickly get a hold of my clothing. While still covered in the duvet, I started putting my clothes back on, but he turned, staring at me.

"What are you staring at, you pervert?!" My grip tightened on the duvet to cover myself properly.

"You will need this." He threw something at me, and to my surprise, it was my pants.

"What in God's name were you doing with my pants?! And how did I get here in the first place?" My voice was loud and harsh.

"You signed yourself to me last night." He said coldly.

But I couldn't wrap my head around those words from his lips. "What the hell are you saying?" I flexed my muscles.

After he had worn his trousers, he picked a document from his bedside drawer and threw it at me. "You were so drunk yesterday. That document is a recap of what happened to you last night." He said.

My eyes gleamed with surprise. 'What has this alcohol made me do?' Regret lay in my heart while I picked up the document and opened it. I removed the A4 paper that was inside, and on the heading, I read, 'A whore contract.'

My eyes bulged with shock after I read through the whole document. "What?! A whore contract between Hayes and me? That's impossible." On the left corner of the paper was my father's signature. "My father was aware of this?" I spoke aloud, indistinctly.

"Fully aware, Alexis."

"But why will he do this to me?"

"You were the barrier between the deal. He gave you up to get more money." Hayes said while he sprayed some cologne to grace his attire.

"What?! Why will my father do such a thing? I know he is greedy, but this picture you are painting, I don't believe it." I spoke defensively.

But he picked up his phone and threw it at me. "The first number on the dial pad is your father's; call him to confirm." He spoke without being disturbed while he combed his hair.

'This has not to be true.' I mumbled under my breath as I picked up his phone and dialled my father's number, waiting for him to pick up the call.

After some minutes, he picked up. "Hello, Mr. Hayes. I believe you enjoyed my daughter overnight. I told you she would be perfect for the deal."

Hearing that from my father, my heart shredded my heart apart, and the phone fell out of my hand. My mouth trembled while tears freely came out of my eyes.

"Hello, hello, hello, Mr. Hayes." His voice echoed through the phone. But I was irritated and had to end the call.

"Keep this room in good order and make sure you are on your best behaviour. I am off to work." Hayes said without an iota of concern for my present situation. He walked out of the room.

I was left alone in shambles to face the dreadful horror of my present. Memories of what happened yesterday before I got drunk rushed into my head, and I could feel there was a hole in my heart.

Then, what happened presently impacted my heart, and I felt miserably unloved by everyone. 'I can't continue to live this life.' Tears continuously flowed down my eyes before I spotted the table knife that was on the bedside drawer.

I picked it up and stared at it for a long time. 'My fiancé abandoned me, my stepsister betrayed me, and my own father signed me out as a whore.'

I brought the knife closer, ready to say goodbye to this world.