The CEO Substitute Lover

"Mom, dad, I have graduated from school today and I want to share my happiness with you both." I smiled, staring at their gravestones, but I was crying inside.

I tried hard not to cry and be strong in front of them but I failed. Tears fell from my eyes dripping down my cheeks. "I miss you both so much. I wish you both were here with me," I said what my heart wished for.

I blame myself for their deaths. My mom wouldn't have died if she hadn't given birth to me and my dad wouldn't have had liver cancer if he didn't drink alcohol often to forget his longing for my mom.

My dad died two years ago. I'm 18 now. He loves me and my mom so much. He didn't remarry until he died. He devoted all his affection to his daughter and was faithful to his wife. I love my dad with all my heart.

I wiped my tears and put a white rose in my hand on my mom's grave. "Mom, I brought you this flower," I said, smiling at her gravestone. She really loved the flower and so did I.

When I heard thunder, I looked up at the sky. The sky was getting cloudy. I moved my gaze back to their gravestones. "I have to go back now. I'll come see you two again. I love you both," I said and took a step.

It startled me as I bumped into someone's hard chest, making the white roses bouquet in his hand to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," I said in a panic, taking the bouquet and standing up straight.

As I looked at him, I couldn't blink my eyes, struck by his handsome face. My heartbeat quickens, and my cheeks heat up. The feeling of admiration and nervousness took over me at the same time.

He's tall, dressed in a fine black suit, white shirt, and black tie with dark brown hair that is neatly slicked back. His gray eyes were so beautiful, but I could see the deep sadness, pain, and tears in his eyes.

He couldn't take his eyes off me as if he had just found something so precious that he had lost. "Roselyn ..." he said in a sad whisper.

I quickly take a step back as he caresses my cheek. "Why you touching me?! And why you calling me by that name?" I asked, curious. "I-I'm not Roselyn."

He kept his eyes on my face, confused. I think he's struggling to convince himself that he's not dreaming right now.

I handed the flowers in my hands to him. "Here are your flowers. I - I have to go now," I said, nervous. Fear took over me as his domineering eyes gripped mine. "You ruined the flowers and you have to pay for it," he said sternly.

I bit my lip in panic, avoiding his eyes. 'Oh, what should I do?' I asked myself. 'This bouquet must be expensive.'

I brace myself to look back into his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, sir. I can't pay for the flowers. I only have money to pay for the bus to take me home," I told him honestly.

A hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Then give me your ID," he said, holding out his hand to me. His sharp gaze frightened me, made me unable to think at all and could only obey him.

I took my ID card from inside my bag and gave it to him. Fear gripped me even more when I saw the way he looked at my ID. Somehow I feel he wanted so badly to torture me and make me beg for his mercy.

He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and took a photo of my ID before he handed it back to me. I quickly took it from his hand and put it in my bag. All I can think of right now is running away from him.

He gave me his gentle smile, but his gaze still frightened me. "Emily White. I'll see you again," he said as a farewell before he left me.

I put my cold hands on my chest, struggling to get my breath. I could hear my rapid heartbeat in my ears. I was so scared of him and I would never want to see him again. I thought he was a gentle, handsome man, but I was wrong. He is the devil behind his handsome face.

The raindrops that fell on my cheeks woke me up from my fear. I immediately ran to the bus stop and got on the bus to go home.

As soon as I got out of the bus, I immediately ran into the old apartment in New York. It's still raining now. Since my dad died, I have lived with his sister. I love my aunt as much as she loves me. I don't know how to live this life without her. My aunt worked as a singer in a bar. She rented this apartment for us to stay.

When the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor, I walked out to our apartment room. "You bitch! Give me the money now!"

My heart was beating fast. Worry gripped me firmly as I heard Eric yelled from inside the room and heard my aunt cry. Eric is my aunt's boyfriend.

I quickly opened the door. "No! Please don't hit her!" I said, crying as I saw Eric hit my aunt in the face. I ran over and hugged my aunt, who was standing by the wall crying in fear.

I glared at Eric, trying to be brave. "Get out of here now! Or I'll call the police!" I yelled at him. I gasped in fear as he grabbed my face. "Dare to threaten me! I'll fuck you and kill you both!" He threatens.

"Please, Eric, please ... Let her go," my aunt pleaded in tears, holding his arm. "I'll give you the money."

Eric moved his gaze from mine to my aunt's and smirked evilly before he released me from his grip.

I quickly stepped back, struggling with my fear while my aunt rushed to our room to take the money she had hidden in my stuffed bunny, and quickly back to us, standing in front of Eric. "Here, take this money," she said, handing him the money. "Leave us now." Her voice and hands trembled.

Eric took the money and smiled gently at my aunt. I clenched my fists, holding back my anger as I watched him slip his dirty hand behind my aunt's neck with his eyes on my aunt's. "You should have given me this money before I hit you. I didn't want to hit you. You know I love you," he said. His voice was soft but threatening.

I looked away in anger and tears in my eyes when I saw him kissing my aunt's lips, squeezing her breasts. My aunt could do nothing but shed tears in fear.

He stopped raping my aunt's lips and gave her another gentle smile. Then he walked out of the room casually while whistling like nothing happened.

As I saw my aunt crying, I hugged her. I couldn't help but cry, too. Seeing her like this made my heart suffer so much. This wasn't the first time Eric had beaten her. He always did that when he was angry with her. My aunt once reported him to the police, but he was only in jail for a few months and when he got out of jail, he did worse to my aunt. My aunt almost died being beaten by him. From then on, we dared not against him and could only obey.

I let go of our embrace, looking into my aunt's face. Seeing the blood dripping from her nose made me so worried about her. "Let me take you to bed," I say and she responds with a nod.

I wrapped my arm around hers, and we walked into our room. This apartment only has one bedroom, so we slept together. When she lay on the bed, I covered her with a blanket and sat on the bed next to her.

I took a tissue from my bag on my lap and wiped her blood with it. Not a single word came out of our mouths, only tears were falling from our eyes.

She held my hand after I cleaned the blood, looking into my eyes. "Emily, today is your graduation day. I'm so sorry you had to see this," she said in a quavering voice.

I fell silent, staring at her. Tears filled my eyes. I'd be lying if I said I'm not sad right now. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. I could tell she was struggling with her sadness and so was I.

She looked back into my eyes. "I saved the money so you can go to college, but he has taken the money and I don't have money anymore," she said, crying.

"Auntie, it's okay. I don't want to go to college. I want to find a job. You know I'm not good at studying so it's useless for me to go to college," I say and I try to smile to comfort her.

She stared at my smile with her sad eyes, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. She put her hand on my cheek. "Emily ... I love you so much," she said sadly.

"I know, so never leave me, always be with me," I say, hugging her, and we both cry.

I had just taken a shower and was combing my long blonde hair, facing the mirror in front of me. Today I want to find a job. I want to help my aunt earn money to meet our needs.

I stopped combing, let my hair down to my waist, and set the comb on the vanity table. I looked into my blue eyes in the mirror. 'Emily, you must get a job today! Fighting!' I give myself encouragement.

I straightened the white blouse and short black skirt I was wearing, walked out of the bathroom, and stopped in front of the bedroom door.

Sadness took over me again and brought tears to my eyes looking at my aunt, who was still sleeping with a bruise on her face. Her eyes were swollen because she kept crying last night on the sofa in the living room. She thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I cried silently in bed, hearing her cry.

I quietly walked to get my bag in the living room and walked out of the apartment room. I had written her a note telling her I was going to find a job. I also told her to eat the sandwich I had made for her breakfast.

When the elevator stopped on the first floor, I got out and walked towards the main door.

"Emily, wait!" I heard someone calling me from behind. As I turned around, I saw Layla walked up to me with a warm smile on her face and stood before me. She stays in this apartment on the 6th floor. She told me she worked as a janitor at a big company.

"Where are you going this morning?" she asked.

"I want to find a job," I replied.

"What a coincidence! The office I work in needs a receptionist. Would you like to work there?"

"Yes! Of course! I want to work there!" I said, holding her arm. I am so happy and excited now.

"Let's go then! I'll take you to see my manager," she said, smiling at me. I nodded my head excitedly as I smiled back at her. We both then walked out of the main door to the bus stop and got on the bus.

*******

I stood transfixed, my eyes wide open in admiration, looking up at the building in front of me. It's a huge twenty- story office building, all curved glass and steel with KINGSTON written in silver over the glass front doors.

"Emily..."

I looked to my left, and I saw Layla was smiling at me. "Let's go in now," she said, holding my hand. I nodded my head with a racing heart, cold hands. She gave me another smile to calm me down. She knows I'm nervous right now.

As we entered the glass front doors, admiration took over me again. The inside of this building is as beautiful and majestic as the outside.

Layla led me down the hall and stopped at a room on this floor. She knocked on the door. "Come in," a man's voice said from inside the room.

The door opened, and I saw a middle-aged man with black hair and brown eyes wearing a black suit was sitting in a chair behind the desk. He looks smart and neat.

"Good morning, sir," Layla greeted him politely as we stood at the desk. "She's Emily White," Layla said, pointing at me. "She wants to apply for a job as a receptionist."

I tried to smile at her manager even though I felt uneasy because he had kept staring at me since I walked in from the door. I could see curiosity, admiration, and something I couldn't explain in his eyes.

"You can go now," he said to Layla, but kept his eyes on me.

"Yes sir," Layla replied politely, smiling at me before she left the room.

"Please have a seat," said the manager, whose name I don't know, pointing to a chair at the desk. "Thank you sir," I replied politely and sat on the chair.

"How old are you?" he asked simply.

"I'm 18 now," I replied, and he responded with a smile. Then he took the paper of agreement from the drawer and put it on the desk. "Sign this and you'll be working today," he says into my eyes.

He made me happy but also confused by saying that. "I-I just need to sign this and I can work today? Don't I need an interview or something?" I asked to make sure I didn't hear wrong.

"No need. We just need a good look and you have that," he said casually, but then his gaze turned serious. "We will pay you $60,000 a year if you sign this now with one condition: you have to work for a year and you can't quit your job unless you die."

My heart beats happily with the fireworks BOOM above my head. 'Oh my God! 60 thousand dollars! I can find a better place for me and my aunt to live with the money.' That's all I have in mind right now.

"Yes, sir! I'll sign this now," I said with a happy smile on my face.

"Good," he said and smiled.

He took the agreement paper after I signed it, checked it and put it in the drawer. He gave me another smile, but this time it differed from before. I saw relief in his smile. "Welcome to join our company. I'm James Lee. Your manager," he said, holding out his hand to me.

I shook his hand. "Thank you so much, sir. I will do my best to work here," I said gratefully, and he responded with just a smile.

"You should put on your uniform now," he said as he let go of the handshake. "I'll have someone take you to the changing room."

"Yes, sir," I said with an obedient nod.

He pressed the telephone button on his desk. "Amy, meet me inside now," he said. "Yes, sir," a woman's voice replied before he released the button.

It didn't take long before the door opened and I saw a beautiful woman with a sexy body dressed impeccably in black and white walk in and stand next to me.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Amy asked in a pleasant voice.

"Take her to the changing room now," James said, pointing at me. "From today on, she works as a receptionist here and tells Emma to teach her the job."

"Yes sir," Amy replied obediently, then she looked at me. "Come with me now," she said. I quickly stood up from the chair, bowed politely to James, and followed Amy out of the room into the changing room.

After I put on my uniform, Amy led me to the lobby. The uniform I'm wearing looks elegant but kinda sexy. It was a white shirt with a black ribbon tie, a black blazer and a tight black short skirt. The skirt is a bit too short for me.

Amy doesn't talk to me much and I don't know why she is cold towards me and it makes me feel uncomfortable with her. We stopped near a woman who was sitting in a chair behind the reception desk. She is busy with her cell phone.

"Emma," Amy called the woman's name, making her look at her. "She'll be working with you from now on. Our manager wants you to teach her the job," Amy said.

The uncomfortable feeling gripped me even more, seeing the way Emma gazing at me. I saw hatred and disdain in her eyes. I'm starting to regret working here.

"I leave her with you," Amy said to Emma, who kept gazing at me before she left us, saying nothing to me.

Emma sighed in anger, looking ahead. "Poor Lina. She fired for no reason. I hate bitch who use her beauty to get a job," she said and went back to busy with her phone.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. I don't understand what she's talking about. I then sat in the chair next to her and kept quiet. I didn't want to get her more angry.

It's been 15 minutes, and she's still kept busy with her phone. I sighed inside. 'Isn't she supposed to teach me now?' I asked in my mind.

She suddenly put her cell phone on the table in front of us and stood up straight with her palms on her belly, staring straight at the glass front doors. "Get up now! Our CEO is coming," she said, keeping her gaze on the glass front doors.

She surprised me by saying that. I quickly stood up straight, put my palms on my belly. My heart suddenly raced when my eyes caught a tall man wearing a black suit walking through the glass front doors. 'It's him! He's the man I saw at my parents' graves,' I told myself.

I felt all the air leaving my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe. My body feels cold. I quivered inside.

Two middle-aged men in black suits who were standing by the door bowed politely to him as he walked past them towards the elevator. I quickly looked down, hiding my face and hoping he wouldn't see me.

As he got into the elevator, I glanced at him. Fear and a chill ran down my spine the moment our eyes met. One corner of his lips lifted, giving me a devilish grin before the elevator doors closed.

I gripped my skirt, struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat. I looked at Emma. "Emma, is that man our CEO?" I asked to confirm what she had said.

She sneered at me disdainfully. "Yes, he is! I already told you that! Why? You want to seduce him too?!"

I looked ahead, avoiding her hateful gaze. I sighed inside. 'I don't want to seduce him. I want to run away from him,' I said in my mind.

I then saw James walking towards us and standing in front of the reception desk. "Emily, come with me now," he said directly and took a step without giving me a chance to ask. I quickly followed him into the elevator.

We got out of the elevator when it stopped on the 20th floor. We walked in a large lobby to a room and stopped at the door. There was no one in the lobby, just me and James.

James knocked politely on the door. "Come in."

My heart raced again, fear gripped me firmly cause I recognized the voice. Now I know where James took me.

"Sir, wait," I said to James, but he ignored me and opened the door. He gestures me to enter with his threatening eyes, which frightens me and leaves me no choice but to do as he says.

He closed the door once we were in the room. This room is way too big for just one man. All glass, steel and white sandstone. It was so majestic in a modern style that everyone mesmerized to see it, but for me; I felt I was in a devil's lair.

My heart beat faster and faster as we walked towards the man who was sitting with his legs crossed on the L-shaped black leather couch. He was reading the paper in his hands. I don't know his name or anything about him. All I know is he's my CEO.

"Good morning, sir," James greeted him politely as we stood before him. "I brought her here as you asked."

My heart almost burst out of my chest as the man looked me in the eye. His domineering gaze gripped mine, making my body freeze.

"You can go now," he said to James, but kept his eyes on me. "Yes, sir," James replied, bowing politely.

As James took a step, I wanted to stop him, but I didn't dare open my mouth to speak and could only watch him leave this room.

"Emily White, is that your name?" the man asked, made me look back into his eyes.

A teasing smile crossed his lips. He already knows my name. I know he's teasing me right now. "Yes, sir," I said, even though I didn't want to answer his question.

"How old are you?" he asked a question he already knew the answer to. He held my bio in his hand.

"I'm 18," I replied and sighed inside.

"Are you still a virgin?"

He shocked me by asking that. I never thought he would ask such a question. "I-I don't think I have to answer that question," I protested, nervous.

Another teasing smile crossed his lips, but this time it was kinda intimidating. He put my bio on the table beside the couch. I gasp in shock as he grabs my arm, laying me on the couch with him on top of me, clutching my arms above my head.

"What are you doing?! Get off me!" I said, struggling.

He gripped my face with his other hand, stopping me from struggling. He smiled devilishly into my eyes. "You don't want to answer my question, then I'll find out on my own," he said teasingly, intimidating.

Fear gripped me firmly, my body shaking as he slipped his hand into my panties. "No! Please stop!" I pleaded with him, pressing my thighs together as I felt his fingers touch my untouched pussy.

He gave me another devilish smile while his fingers kept playing around my entrance. He really enjoyed seeing my fear, my helplessness.

"Please ... stop it ... Please ... I'm begging you," I begged, struggling, but it was no use. I was still in his grip. I'm so scared right now that it makes me cry.

His fingers suddenly stopped teasing my pussy when he saw my tears. He took his hand from my pussy. "Don't cry! I hate to see you cry!" he snapped at me, making me stop crying. I saw the deep sadness, pain, and hatred in his eyes, like I had seen the first time we met.

He released his grip on me and sat on the sofa. I quickly stood up and ran out of the room, crying, covering my mouth with my hand.

I cried silently, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Fear, sadness and anger gripped me at the same time. I felt like I was in my worst nightmare and I couldn't wake up from my dream.

'I did nothing wrong to him but why is he treating me like this?' I asked myself, sobbing.

I wiped my tears, struggling to stop crying. I wash my face and look in the mirror. "Emily, you must quit this job now and leave this place!" I tell myself. I grabbed the tissue, dried my face and rushed out of the room to James' workroom.

When I got there, I didn't see Amy at her desk. I continued walking past her desk and stopped in front of James' workroom door.

"Sir, thank you for the money you gave me. It's already in my account."

I stopped my hand before it touched the door when I heard Layla's voice from inside the room. My brows furrow as I wonder what she's talking about.

"You did a good job. You brought Emily here." I heard James's voice. "Just remember!" his voice turned menacing. "Keep your mouth shut!"

"Y-yes, sir," Layla replied.

Anger took over me as I realized I had fallen into their trap. The devil must be behind all of this. He's the one who told them to set me up.

I just remembered now. My name was written on the agreement paper before I signed it. He knows everything about me from my ID card. I'm so happy with the salary I'll be getting that it makes me forget everything.

I immediately opened the door, walked in, stood next to Layla, who was looking at me with a shock look on her face. "Why would you do this to me? Why did you help them set me up?!" I asked, raising my voice.

"Emily, I-I didn't mean-"

"Amy, take her out now!" James said, cutting her off.

Amy nodded obediently to him before she led Layla out of the room and closed the door.

"I want to quit my job now!" I said into James's eyes.

A smile crossed his lips. "I'm afraid you can't do that cause you've signed the contract," he said casually, but his gaze was threatening.

"I signed the contract because I didn't know you all set me up!" I said in anger.

Another smile crossed his lips. "Miss White, do you have any proof that we sat you up? Don't forget. You came here of your own free will and we didn't force you to sign the contract," he said with a sly look on his face.

He left me speechless by saying that. My heart beats fast. Fear and helplessness gripped me at the same time and it brought tears to my eyes.

"Sir, please ... help me," I pleaded with him. "I can't be here anymore. I'm so scared of him." I couldn't help but cry, covering my mouth with my hands.

He sighed, staring at me pitifully. "I'm sorry, Emily. I can't help you," he said quietly. "You don't know who Luciano Kingston is. No one dares to go against him and he always gets what he wants. I advise you to let him play with you until he gets bored with you or he will make your life hell." There was fear in his voice and in his eyes.

I was so scared that I quivered inside. I felt like I fell into a dark, deep pit and I was trapped in it.

My cell phone suddenly rang. I took it out of my blazer pocket with my trembling hand and checked it. Linda called me. She stay in the room next to my apartment room.

"Linda, what is it?" I tried to answer the call.

"Emily! Your aunt is being taken to the hospital where she treated before. Eric hit her! She was bleeding and passed out because her head hit the wall. You must go to the hospital now!"

She shocked me by saying that made me forget everything. Only my aunt I think of now. I immediately ran out of the room, leaving this place to go to the hospital by bus.

*******

"Please God ... Please save my aunt," I prayed, crying, sitting on the chair in front of the sliding door leading to the operating room. My heart was beating fast, my hands and feet were cold. I don't know how to live this life if my aunt left me forever.

I quickly stood up from the chair when the sliding door opened and I saw a doctor and a nurse walking out the door. I walked closer to the doctor, holding his arm. "Doctor! Please tell me my aunt will be fine," I said, sobbing.

He sighed with concern in his eyes. "We have done what we could do. Your aunt had severe bleeding in her head. She's in a coma right now. All we can do is wait for her to wake up."

I cried upon hearing what he said. I really wish this had never happened. I want my aunt to be here right now, holding me in her arms.

*******

It was almost midnight as Luciano walked down the hall to the room where Emily's aunt was being treated. He stopped at the door, looking into the room through the glass panel. He saw Emily was asleep in the chair with her head and hands resting on the bed before her, where her aunt lay in a coma. He quietly opened the door, walked in, and stood by her.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked into her face. The sadness, pain, and hatred that had tormented him all this time made his heart suffer greatly and made his life like hell.

Worry took over him seeing her shivering in the cold in her sleep. He took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders, then looked back at her face.

He wanted to touch her cheek, but he was afraid he would wake her up if he did that. Tears back filled his eyes. His heart cried every time he saw her face. He then walked silently out of the room, holding back his tears.

As he walked down the hall, he took his cell phone out of his trouser pocket and called James. "Pay all of her aunt's treatment costs and give her two days off," he ordered.

"Yes sir," James replied obediently before Luciano hung up the phone.

*******

Emily's POV:

I'm in the changing room right now, standing facing my locker before me. I just put on my uniform. I didn't want to work here, but I had no choice because of the contract I had signed.

I looked at the jacket in my hands. 'I'm sure this is his jacket.' I have told myself many times. I will never forget the sweet smell of his cologne.

I furrowed my brows in thought, curious. 'But why did he come to the hospital? And why did he pay for all of my aunt's treatment cost?' I asked again the question that had been on my mind since two days ago.

I was so relieved and grateful when the nurse told me he had paid all of my aunt's treatment costs, but I also had my suspicions why he did that.

I have searched about him on the internet. He's 28. He's brilliant and so rich. He owns the largest property company in New York. He also owns a luxury watch company. If he becomes my enemy, then he is an enemy that I can never defeat.

I then put his jacket into my locker, straightened the uniform I was wearing, and walked out of the room to the lobby with unanswered questions in my mind.

I stopped behind the reception desk and sat down in my chair. Emma was already sitting in her chair. She gazed at me with hatred and disgust in her eyes, then went back to busy with her cell phone.

Now I know the reason why she hates me. It's because Luciano told James to fire her best friend so I can work here. She thought I had seduced James into getting this job.

I wanted to tell her the truth, but even if I did, she wouldn't believe me and she would accuse me of lying.

Luciano would easily get thousands of girls like me if he wanted to. Every beautiful girl would willingly throw herself at him. No one will believe me if I tell the truth. I moved my gaze away from Emma, looked ahead, and sighed inside. Sometimes silence is better than talking.

My heart suddenly raced. I felt all the air leave my lungs as I watched Luciano walk into the glass front doors. I immediately stood up straight, put my palms on my belly. Emma quickly did what I did.

I kept looking down, hiding my face from him. I dare not look him in the eye. I breathed a sigh of relief inside when I heard the elevator doors close.

I sat back in my chair, struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat. I told myself I would have a heart attack if I had to see him every morning of the year.

As I looked at Emma, I saw she was gazing at me suspiciously. I tried to smile at her to hide my nervousness. I then saw Amy walking towards us with a paper in her hand and standing in front of the reception desk. "Emily, give this to our CEO's secretary. He needs this now," she said, handing me the paper.

"Yes, miss," I replied, even though I didn't want to go to that floor. I stood up, took the papers from her hand, and walked into the elevator.

When the lift stopped on the 20th floor, I walked out and I was now in the large lobby. A sudden fear gripped me firmly when I saw no one here. It reminds me of that time. I stopped in my tracks as I told myself I had to run now.

I turned around. "Why you still standing there?" It startled me to hear Luciano's voice from behind stop me from taking a step.

I turned around, and I saw him standing at the door of his workroom with his arms folded over his chest. His domineering eyes gripping mine made me quivered with fear.

"Give me the paper now," he said sternly.

He left me no choice but to obey him. My heart beats faster and faster as I walk over and stand before him. "Sir, here's the paper," I said, handing the paper to him. I dare not look him in the eyes.

I gasp in shock as he grabs my arm, sending the paper falling to the floor. "Let's go of me!" I said as he tugging me after him into the room and he sat in the chair behind his desk with me sitting sideways on his lap.

He tucked his hand behind my neck while his other hand wrapped tightly around my waist. My eyes opened wide in shock as he kissed me on my lips. I quickly pushed his chest. "Why did you kiss me?!" I asked, gasping in fear.

His threatening eyes gripped mine. A teasing smile crossed his lips. "You are mine. I can do whatever I want to you," he said. His voice was deep and intimidating.

"I'm not yours and I never will be!" I said, raising my voice.

His big, strong hand gripped my small face, sending fear and a chill down my spine. His angry eyes gripped my terrified eyes, making my body freeze. "I saved your aunt, but I can also make her suffer," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Please! Don't hurt my aunt. Please ... I beg of you. I promise I will do whatever you want." I was so worried about my aunt that I cried.

He smiles with satisfaction as he wipes the tears off my cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his domineering gaze. "Be a good girl. I will punish you if you misbehave," she said in a soft but threatening voice.

I nodded obediently to him, tears dripping from the corners of my eyes. I saw another satisfied smile on his face. My heart beats even faster as his eyes fall to my lips. I closed my eyes shut, gripping his jacket as he raped my lips again.

As his lips kissed my neck, I shivered, opening my eyes. I felt something in my nerves that I had never felt before.

His lips trace the electrical path down my neck to my collarbone while his hands unbutton my shirt then reach my bra. I shivered as a gust of cold air touched my bare skin.

He lowered the cups of my bra. I gasped as I felt his warm hands squeeze my breasts. My nerve endings tingle as his tongue fiddled with the peak. The strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly felt his erection pressing against my pussy. Fear, helplessness, and something I've never felt before take over me at the same time.

He stopped playing with my breasts when his cell phone rang. "Fuck!" he said in anger, breathing heavily.

I quickly stood up from his lap, standing some distance away from him as I buttoned my shirt with my shaking hands.

He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and checked it. "What is it?" he answered the call sternly and listened to the phone.

A smile suddenly crossed his lips. I was afraid to see his smile and his eyes. He looked like a beast that would torment its prey.

He hung up the phone, put it back in his jacket pocket, and stood up from the chair. I struggled with my fear as he walked over and stood before me.

His fingers gently caressed my cheek, then his eyes met mine. "We'll continue with this later," he said. There was tenderness in his voice and eyes, but suddenly his gaze became threatening. "You are mine now. Never dare to run from me. I will find you wherever you hide. Be obedient or I will make your life hell," he said in a deep voice, smiling. His eyes told me he meant what he said.

I cried silently, putting my hands to my mouth as he walked out of the room, leaving me alone. My body is no longer mine but his. I am now his toy that can only obey.