CHAPTER SEVEN

ALICIA

Seeing the lady that caused drama while we were having breakfast made my blood boil but I also found it hilarious because I knew that Jason might have been high or drunk to have fucked someone with that fashion sense. She looked at me like she was ready to kill me before she was taken outside, but I just wasn’t in the mood for entertaining her.

Jason and I sat at the balcony after having breakfast. The silence was so loud that I could tell that we were both dying to say something to each other, I was dying to confront him but felt intimidated every time I tried to open my mouth.

“How did you find me?.” This was the only thing that felt appropriate to ask first. He flipped the page of the newspaper that he was holding and pretended like I wasn’t even there. There was silence again.

“Jason…” he then closed the newspaper and placed it on the glass table, and fixed his gaze on me. His hazel eyes made me feel some heat between my inner thighs. It was my first time to feel that heat—I couldn’t understand the feeling at first.

“Just be glad that I found you in time. Some guys would have been having a blast right now with you.” His gaze turned cold, like he didn’t want anything to do with me. His face screamed ‘I only did you a favor by saving you, I didn’t save you because you are special to me.’ it was heartbreaking.

“You will have to work for me to replace the money that I spent to set you free. You made the stupidest move by coming to Colombia, I thought you were smart.” Yep! I knew that whatever he did meant nothing about what he felt for me.

“You know very well that I wouldn’t be here and have gone through the shit that I went through if it wasn’t for you. You didn’t have enough balls to tell me how you truly feel about me, you just ghosted me like a little bitch and…” I didn’t even finish my sentence before he grabbed me by my neck, which forced me to let out a little scream.

“If you ever talk to me like that, I’ll do ten times more than what Smash did to you. I will fuck you up.” His grip was hurting me and I couldn’t move my neck, his hand was way too big for me to twist my neck out of it.

“Jason, you’re hurting me.” He finally let go and sat on his chair again.

“Why did your parents allow you to come her all by yourself? I thought they were overprotective.” I immediately got up and went back to my bedroom, I didn’t want to cry in his presence.

When I got to my room, the tears were already rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t want to talk about my parents and everything that I went through from the day they passed away. I cried, I didn’t hold back like I always did. I always tried to hide how I truly felt, I always thought that crying wouldn’t change anything but crying was the only thing that felt right at that moment.

I went through the most painful path in my life all by myself, and when I thought everything would work out for me in Colombia, I was introduced to a different form of abuse—I was physically abused. No 24 year old deserved to go through what I had gone through.

It took me some minutes to notice the black suitcase that was on my bed. I wiped my tears and then slowly walked to my bed. I slowly opened it and was welcomed with a few clothes inside—dresses, shorts, jeans, shirts, and thongs. It wasn’t a lot, but it would last me a week or two. The door behind me opened, I didn’t have to look behind me to know who had just walked in. His cologne had already spread through my nostrils, and his heavy footsteps against the hardwood floor told me who was behind me.

“I want you to sign a contract so that you can work for me.” His deep voice made my heart change its beating rate.

“What kind of work do you want me to do?” I turned to face him.

“It is a little bit unusual, and you will know more as time goes on, but signing a contract will automatically make me own you. It will allow me to do whatever I want to do with you.” I was so disappointed. I escaped from Smash’s club because I wanted to be free, only for him to do exactly what Smash wanted to do to me. I belonged to no one, and I wouldn’t allow Jason to do shit to me. He would only get to touch me only if we were together.

“I will fix some contract so that you can sign it”.

“I won’t sign it.” There was no way in hell I would allow someone to own my life. It wasn’t the life that I wanted, especially with Jason.

“We’ll see about that.” He left the room. I sat on the floor next to my bed, still trying to process everything that Jason had said to me. I only wanted to be with him as his lover, not a slave. It broke my heart that he would even think of me like that—wanted to treat me like I wasn’t a person.

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Two weeks passed by without seeing Jason. I had to repeat the same routine almost every day—having breakfast, lunch and dinner by myself on the balcony, swimming, having long calls with Ms Jones and enjoying the beautiful view of the hills and huge mansions. It was tiring, I was missing Jason and was a little bit worried and paranoid about what would happen to me when we saw each other. I wanted to ask Dolores about Jason’s whereabouts but told myself that it was not my business. I just assumed that he went away for a business trip.

My hair was still a little bit wet when I went to the balcony to have dinner. I had told Dolores to stop giving me the princess-treatment and even offered to help around the house, but she refused, telling me that it was her job. We had created a good relationship; she took care of me and sometimes made me feel like I was around my mom with her warm embraces that she always showered me with. I sat on the chair and started eating my food. The steak and mashed potatoes tasted so good. I was already getting used to having dinner by myself, but that evening, Jason decided to join me.

I had no idea that he was around. My heart started racing when I saw him coming my way. He was wearing a black sweatpants that outlined his enormous cock, and a long black sleeve t-shirt. He looked so hot. His gaze messed up my breathing pace. He sat across from me and placed some papers on the glass table, followed by a pen.

“What is this?” I already knew the answer.

“I want you to sign this contract. This is the only way for you to pay me back what you owe me.” He was an asshole. He wanted me to trade my freedom for the money that he didn’t even need. He was a fucken rich asshole, why would he want me to repay him?

“If you don’t want to do this, then ask your parents to pay for you.” He kept on showing me the asshole that he really was. I had nothing to say to him. I left the club because I didn’t want to be anyone’s slave, being Jason’s slave was also not on my wish list. I had to leave him with his money and ego. I went to the room and packed everything that I had—the clothes that I got from him. I finished packing in just few minutes and left my room. I had to use the backdoor because I would get caught if I used the front door.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the cool breeze hugged my face, but I still had to make it to the street without getting caught. My plan was to get back to the city to the only person who I trusted, Lisa. I knew that she would help me, but everything came crumbling down when I heard Jason’s voice before I even made it to the small gate that led to the driveway.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ignored him and kept on walking, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. He grabbed me by my wrist, which forced me to turn and face him. Our bodies were so close to touching each other. Silence, only the sound of my beating heart was the only sound that I could hear.

“How do you expect me to know what the fuck is going on with you when you keep on walking away without telling me what is bothering you? Where the hell are you going, and why are you crying?” His deep force penetrated through me, igniting some hidden fear that I didn't know i had for him.

“I don’t know where I am going…everything just went south since the death of my parents.” I couldn’t stop my tears from escaping my eyes.

“Your parents are dead? I…I didn’t know, Alicia.” I saw some sympathy written all over his face. It was his first time to show some emotions and concern. I told him everything that I went through after the death of my parents. He didn’t say a word to me. He just wiped my tears, took the suitcase from my hand, and led me back to the house.

He closed the door behind him and put the suitcase on the floor. He then embraced me from behind, allowing my butt to feel his enormous cock through his pants. I felt the heat between my inner thighs again.

“I had no idea that you went through that all by yourself, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He didn’t let go—I also didn’t want him to stop embracing me. He then cut the embrace and gently turned me to face him. His gaze was fixed on me, which made my heart race. I didn’t know what to say or do at that moment. Without thinking, I kissed him, but his lips didn’t move. I kept on kissing him, but his lips refused to move. He didn’t want me. I stopped kissing him, and embarrassment was looming all over me.

Regret filled my heart; I wished there was a hole nearby to bury myself in and hide from the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

Silence.

He didn’t say a word. His gaze was still fixed on me, making it hard for me to figure out his real emotions. I took a step back, creating a little gap between our bodies. He pulled me even closer, closing the little gap that separated his enormous body to my tiny body. He then kissed me, igniting the fire within me that I thought had died years ago. When our tongues met, I felt a wet drop on my thong. I dug my fingers on his back while his hand had a handful of my hair. It was his first time kissing me like that. It was rough, yet so affectionate.

I let out a little moan when he bit my bottom lip. Our tongues danced so well together like the perfect dance partners that had been dancing together for ages. Nothing mattered at that moment, I only wanted his lips fixed on mine—the contract, ghosting, and the asshole attitude that he had showed me - it all didn’t matter. I wanted this man. I wanted him to keep on making me feel the way he did when our lips were complimenting each other. He stopped kissing me, leaving me wanting more of his juicy lips.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night.”

He then walked out the door, leaving me with the heavy breathing that was caused by the way he kissed me. I wanted more of him. I didn’t want to lose my virginity to him without knowing what the hell was going on between us, I didn’t want to do something that I wasn’t totally sure of. But if he kept on kissing me the way he did, I wouldn’t be able to stop him if he wanted to take my virginity.

I went to bed still feeling the heat between my legs—the heat that I then knew what it meant. I was just horny. That’s what caused the heat between my legs.