Chapter 4 Aftermath

Alana's POV

True to his words, he got me out of jail.

In the early hours of the morning, he grabbed my hands like we were a couple, led me out, covered me with a warm jacket and led me to the backseat of his car.

He had become the rich heir like he said he would be. Wealth screamed his name and for lack of better words, his limousine was expensive.

Bodyguards escorted us in a convoy behind us as a chauffeur drove us back to his mansion.

"What about my sister?" I asked meekly, afraid to meet his eyes. I loosened the tension on my shoulders and sank into the comfortable material of the car.

"Do you want me to call her?" He asked coolly and he would've tricked me into believing that he could care about anything.

"Yes, but please promise me you won't tell her about my job."

He stared at me long and hard like I was crazy.

"Does it look like I care about anything asides fucking you right now?"

I gulped at the thought of it truly happening and looked away, hiding my blush.

I had no idea how he had my sister's number, but immediately he placed the call, he handed his phone over to me.

"Hey, Amanda, It's me." I said softly into the phone as I held it in my trembling hands.

I heard little sobs from the end of the call. She had been crying and I heard a sigh of relief before her croaked voice followed. My heart sank.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick," She cried out.

"I'm so sorry. Please wait at the hotel, I'll see you soon, okay?" I tried to reassure her, but I didn't feel at peace either.

"Okay, please hurry-"

Ryan snatched his phone from me and tossed it back inside his pocket sharply.

My eyes widened in disbelief and shock and with one glare, he explained himself.

"I've sent my men to fetch her and all your belongings." He replied, adjusting his collar.

"But what if she refuses to go with your men? At least you would've let me talk to her-"

"She will be forced. She'll be okay." He said sternly, cutting me short and it infuriated me.

"You can't just do that to her, she's sick!" My nostrils flared and I wished I could use a punch to mar his ever handsome face.

"Do you want me to throw you back in prison?" We both glared at each other momentarily before I looked away.

I folded my hands and looked ahead, praying silently that we would reunite in one piece.

We arrived at his mansion and my jaw instantly dropped. I had never been to a place more luxurious. As we came down and my tiny heels scraped the ground as we ascended the staircase, I felt like I was not worthy of being there.

Arriving at the living room, an old lady appeared by my side. She urged me to follow her but I looked back at him.

"Unless you want your sister to see you in that outfit, or you want all of my men that see you in that outfit to die, you better follow her, freshen up and change. Breakfast will soon be served and your sister will arrive soon."

He walked away and I had no choice but to follow the old lady. I absolutely didn't want my sister to see me like this.

The room he made ready for me suited me. I struggled to pick up my jaw from the floor because it dropped the minute I walked in. It looked like something I would've done for myself if I were able to afford it.

Hiding my excitement, I followed the woman into the bathtub and she showed me how to set it up before she left. She also told me that everything there was mine and her boss, Ryan, had provided me with new clothes.

I had the most relaxing bath ever. I washed the roots of my hair thoroughly and as I came out, I knew I smelled good.

Cleaning myself up with a towel, I sauntered into the walk-in closet and marvelled upon seeing everything.

The only issue was that there was lots of lingerie and barely any comfortable dresses. He meant what he said that he would fuck me every night.

A part of me anticipated and a part of me dreaded. Will he start tonight? I thought dreamily.

I wore a strapless dress with a high slit and wore a cardigan over it because it was either a bit chilly, or the cold air had entered my body from the cell.

I left the room the minute the old woman told me that breakfast was served. I walked in to see the most expensive feast I had ever seen. There was more food than me and my sister had eaten over the past week on the table.

"Relax, and let's eat."

My shoulders shuddered the minute I heard his voice and he rested his hands on both sides, massaging it seductively and fanning hot air on my ear from his mouth.

"You're cold?" He had a puzzled look on his face and before I could reply, he raised his voice and ordered his men to increase the heat.

"Can't you see she's cold, make this place hotter!" I watched the man he yelled at tremble before leaving to do as he had ordered.

We began to feast on the meal, and he told me about a contract he wanted me to sign.

"I want you to be my new assistant, you can handle it right?" He looked bored as he bit into a sandwich.

"For what?" It piqued my interest.

"You're going to work with me in my company."

"Oh." I nodded my head thoughtfully.

Heat washed over me immediately after and the second I pulled my cardigan over my head as we ate, my full breasts practically poured out of my strapless gown.

I made a move to arrange it but he slapped my hands away. I looked up to see his hungry eyes on them.

"Fuck. We'll skip this. You're coming with me. You want to seduce me to death with your full breasts but you won't tease me for long." He cursed under his breath as he stood up from his seat.

"Ryan." I said it as panicked as I felt but he wasn't listening.

He immediately picked me up in bridal style. Even though I pushed him away and yelled, he still forcefully carried me up to his room.

"Get rid of your clothes and spread your legs" He ordered the minute he threw me on top of his king sized bed. He removed his wristwatch, then belt. He was actually dressed in another suit. Maybe he had planned to step out immediately after breakfast.

"It's not night yet. This wasn't our agreement." I kept panicking as I watched him slowly.

"Fine, I won't fuck you. Just let me taste you."

Before I knew what was going on, he had spread my legs and sank his head between them.

My eyes instantly rolled back, I grabbed a handful of his hair and arched as I felt his tongue inside me.

He claimed he hated me, but he was the first man to give me the most mind-blowing orgasm.

I thought my life would get better, but maybe I shouldn't have expected too much from a freaking high school bully.

Just after he made me orgasm, we heard a loud bang.