Becky hurriedly opened her eyes and sat down after James Miller came out of the room. She bit her lip, thinking. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. If he could seduce him, maybe she could get out of that ridiculous bondage.She jumped out of bed and walked on tiptoe out, she peeked into the living room, but no one was there. Maybe Timothy was gone, but where was James?Suddenly a snort sounded in the back of Becky's head making her shudder in surprise. She turned around to find him standing behind her with his arms folded across his chest."What are you doing?" he asked dryly.Becky turned around nervously, "Um, nothing, just to see if Mr. Davis is gone or not," she answered nonchalantly."Why?""Um, there aren't any clothes in my room, I need to get them out from the pavilion," replied Becky haltingly."Mr. Davis will get it for you later, come with me," said James, accepting no refusal.Hesitantly Becky followed behind him, she had to be nice and sweet so that he would pity her and
Just as she was brought into that secret room once again, she knew something bad was about to happen. But James Miller with all his charisma made her unable to move even the slightest. Suddenly she seemed to lose her strength...She was laid on the bed, then tied up once again with handcuffs. She knew he might think she was going to scream or something, but all she did was stay still and wait as a slave resigned to her punishment. She felt stupid because it seemed like she herself expected that to happen, she was the one who made it happen in the end for she too boldly seduced her master.She could see James Miller walking over to the shelf to get something. Before long he returned with several items that made her gulp in fear just by seeing them. There was a part of her that felt like screaming and begging to be released, but there was another part that was curious and wanted that 'whatever' bad thing to happen..."You really challenged me, didn't you?" he hissed as he tied a silk co
Becky looked at James Miller from a distance, she took a deep breath and then walked over to him. She stood in the corner of the room, in front of her James Miller was sitting while enjoying his lunch which had been delayed because of her bad cooking. "Come here," he said, waving his hand for Becky to come closer to him. "Yes sir." "Sit down," said he, pointing to the chair in front of him. Without further questioning, she pulled out the chair and sat on it. "From now on you have to come with me wherever I go even to the office, you will always stick with me and serve my needs no matter what happens," he said flatly. Becky wanted to protest but a clever thought popped into her head. If she had to follow James wherever he went, that meant she could escape anytime when she had the chance! "Don't even think about running away because I will never let that happen, not before your father returns my painting to me," James Miller said without looking up at Becky who was quite surprised
"Aren't you a little too much? How could you do that to someone, I mean, she just lost her job when she might really need it," raved Beck after Debbie disappeared from their sight with tears in her eyes.James Miller stepped closer to her until they were only about six inches apart."You have no right to judge me, now come with me, I will choose clothes for you..." he said coldly.With a gloomy face, she followed James Miller who was staring at the rows of white clothes hanging neatly and elegantly in front of him."Try all of these, and show me one by one, I'll be waiting here," he said flatly."All of them? One by one? But twenty clothes are hanging in there! Can't I just try on a few?" Becky protested with a tired face."Rebecca Becket, don't cross the line?" hissed James Miller, his piercing eyes staring at her for a long time. Having no choice, she finally picked up the white long-sleeved midi dress and took it to the fitting room.She took off her clothes one by one with a gloom
"I'll take them all," said James Miller quickly walking out of the room leaving Becky a few meters behind him.Becky corrected her slightly messy hair, she looked up because she felt someone was watching her. Her guess was right, Timothy was staring at her with a piercing gaze as if he knew what she had just done with James Miller in the dressing room.She cleared her throat slowly, ignoring Timothy's gaze. She walked briskly towards the door, but Timothy caught up with her. "Did something happen inside?" he asked looking straight ahead, he knew James Miller was watching them from inside the car."What do you mean?" hissed Becky, her face red with embarrassment. "You know exactly what I mean," he said sarcastically and then walked quickly past Becky who was looking at him nervously.With an uneasy feeling, she got into the car and sat next to James Miller who kept staring ahead and not looking at her at all. She turned her head away, regretting what she had done earlier. She knew she
Becky didn't dare to ask James Miller anything and chose to keep her mouth shut all the way to his private hangar, meanwhile, next to her, James Miller looked busy with his cell phone, he didn't even look at her and that made her confused. Did she make a mistake that made him angry?'Gosh, Becky why do you care?!'She shook her head, pushing that ridiculous feeling away.In the midst of the silence, suddenly James' cell phone rang loudly."James Miller," he greeted the caller coldly."Fuck it! I don't care, tell Antonov I'll pay double for my painting! And watch Beckett, I know he's trying to play with me again!" he snapped and ended the call in a huff.Becky swallowed hard, her heart racing in panic. Did James Miller just mention her father? What was her father up to? And where's he?She glanced at James Miller and was about to open her mouth when she saw Timothy shaking his head at her through the rearview mirror, signaling her not to say anything.Becky struggled to keep herself fr
"Do you want to be free?" asked James Miller, one of his eyebrows rising. Becky almost choked her saliva, "What did you say? Of course, I want! I knew it! You're going to release me, aren't you?!" she covered her mouth with both of her hands, too excited. James Miller snorted, "There's no such a free lunch, you know that right?" hissed him cynically. "What do you mean?" she frowned in curiosity. "Read this," said James Miller, he put a bundle of documents on Becky's lap. "What is this? Is this a Contract renewal?" she muttered, her hands busy opening the envelope and taking out the documents from inside it. Just by reading the first page, she started to feel strange, "I don't understand..." "I will explain briefly if you agree to the offer voluntarily, then I will release you after three years and even compensate you, I know you have two younger siblings waiting for you in your house," he said casually. Becky shook her head "I still don't understand, do you want me to be your se
James Miller's private plane landed at JFK airport smoothly. Rebecca Becket straightened her back, staring out with a grim face. She was in her hometown, not to go home but to say goodbye. She turned and found James Miller was no longer in his seat."Hey, you don't want to come down?" asked Timothy who suddenly appeared. Becky gasped, she quickly got to her feet and followed Timothy out of the plane. From a few meters away she saw James Miller walking fast while talking to someone on his cell phone."Tim, I'm really going to meet my siblings, right?" she asked hopefully. Timothy snorted, "Didn't you make a pact with Mr. Miller? I think you know better than I do," he retorted.Becky sighed,"Come on, are you going to judge me now?"Timothy didn't respond, he walked quickly ahead of her because James Miller was watching them from a distance.Becky took a deep breath, she walked quickly because James Miller was still watching her."Give me your hand," said him as she approached."What?"