Chapter 003

Yvette's POV

I took off even before he could shoot me a second glance. His men had tried to direct me back and although they weren't harsh whatsoever, I didn't dare to utter a word. I didn't even look up to either of them until I was alone in the room.

Not caring who was watching, I dashed for the bed, putting the cover over my body so I could rot in my shame.

I remained there, rejecting meals and companies of the maids until all I could do was stop fighting exhaustion and shame. I gave into the darkness that consumed me.

***

“Wake up.”

I heard a thick masculine voice from a distance.

“You slept past waking-up time, moth,” the irritation in his voice made me shudder even before he grazed my skin.

My eyes fluttered open.

I jumped from the bed, putting a good distance between us while trying to catch my breath

“Stay away from me,” I warned.

“Good morning, Yvette Morgan,” he yawned indifferently before tucking his hands into either side of his pocket.

Okayyy…

With the way he was fully dressed and the sun rays violently piercing through the window, he could be right. I overslept.

“Go away,” I stuttered. “You can send the maids to wake me—”

“Commanding me?”

“Maybe. All I'm trying to say is, I don't want you in the same space as me.”

The amusement in his eyes crinkled before something darker and quiet settled in. He sat on the bed without tearing his gaze from mine, then pulled my chin so that I was only a breath away from his face.

“You are in no position to bargain, moth,” his voice was low and hypnotising. “You are in my world. I call the shots. Whenever. Wherever. With whomever…” He trailed off to smirk. “I want.”

He let me go without warning, making me almost fall from the bed. Not that he cared. He tossed a shopping bag to me and rose to his feet.

“We leave in 30 minutes. Don't keep us waiting.”

Us?

“Who are—”

The door slammed shut.

“Danm it!”

I rose from the bed to take a good look at what it was this time. A black velvet gown with silver embroidery and… a pair of heels as well as a purse.

Cold shivers ran down my spine as my mind ran through a million scenarios. They made me want to curl myself back up on the bed but… 30 mins… those would be all I have to save my mother.

I dashed for the bathroom where I only did the necessary, dried my hair and put on the gown he got. It was slightly above my knee and had openings on either side of my waist which exposed my skin. My cleavage and curves were also as visible as daylight, but I could only care less. I tied the last strap of the heels then picked my purse before carefully opening the door.

His men were already there.

“This way,” one gestured towards the hallway.

I moved without uttering a word until I was outside the building, face-to-face with the devil himself.

With a nod, he commanded about ten of his men into their positions, and one of the ones standing next to us opened the door.

“Yvette,” he said my name like a curse.

With a deep breath, I clenched my jaw and entered the car after him.

“Where are we going?” I couldn't help but ask when he wouldn't even talk or look at me. Still, he easily acted as though I wasn't even there, let alone asked him a question.

With each passing second he spent laser-focused on his phone and I spent trying to calm my nerves, the air around us became thicker. I scratched the hem of my dress then looked out through the window.

“Turn around.”

The finality in his voice made me steal a glance at him. His fists were clenched, neither was he looking at his phone again.

I swallowed hard.

“I-is something wrong?”

No response.

However, the rate at which the driver drove and the complicated look in his eyes gave it off. The car came to a halt in front of two large gates.

“Your father has restricted entrance on you, boss,” the man on the passenger seat informed him.

“Really?” He let out a dry laugh then dialed a number. “This would be the last time I'd try to reason with you, father. Get those clowns to undo this nonsense and let me in.”

In no time, the gates were opened and we drove in before the two cars behind us. We stepped out of the car without saying a word to each other. Only when he led us out of the elevator to a dimly lit hallway did he spare me a glance.

“In my world, the rich gets richer and in doing so they get so saturated that they start to seek other benefits besides money in every deal. You are going to be the benefit of this deal, Yvette, and you should know what happens if this goes south.”

I blinked in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“You'll see,” he gave me what looked like a smile before placing his hand on my bare waist. “Step aside.”

He opened the double door I didn’t even know was there only to be greeted by a good number of men in suits all seated around a large table. An elderly man sat in the middle and from how Knox tensed up while his gaze was directed at him, I could tell he was Knox's father.

“Leave,” the man in his mid-fifties ordered.

Everyone made their ways to the door except for Knox of course. I turned to leave as well, but the old man spoke again.

“Not you, Dove.”

His voice was warm… a clear contrast from Knox. I almost doubted he was his father until he rose from his seat to greet us.

“You're with my son and I'm assuming he brought you here for a reason, right son?” his smile widened.

“Cut the chase already—”

“That's not a way to speak to your father, Knox,” his voice switched to dangerously low in a way that made me take a few steps backwards. I saw the same darkness identical to Knox's and I knew it then.

This was Knox's father and it didn't matter how warm he was now… he could be worse than Knox.

He cleared his throat when he noticed my fear.

“I'm Christopher, by the way,” he extended his hand to me, grinning as though the last few seconds hadn't happened. “And you are welcome to my abode.”

I nodded instead of shaking his hand.

“She'll be yours just for one night and you'll sign everything in my mother's will over to me now.”

“What's with the rush, son—”

“I know how well you don't like your meals being delayed, father. It's a favour. Sign the papers and I'll be on my way already.”

“What's going on here?” I didn't direct the question to anyone in particular. My heart rate sped up as Christopher no longer looked at me with warmth. “Knox? Please say something.”

“I'll take it that he didn't teach you the basics before bringing you here, so in that case,” his wicked grin grew, as he turned to Knox. “He'll watch while I take you.”

“Knox!” I shook his arm.

He removed my hands from his arm reluctantly. For the first time I saw a defenseless knox before me. My eyes grew wide at the implication.

“Get on your knees now, dove,” his fingers unfastened his belt.

“No,” I repeated, shaking my head furiously. “Please Knox this wasn't in—”

“Can't you see, dove? He can't save you for his father.”

Disgust and anger roared in me as I fought the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. Who knew the most feared bastard was this pathetic?!

“P-p-lease,” I turned to Christopher.

“Yvette,” Knox's voice was thick, but not irritated or angry… I didn't care because he set me up in the first place, so I ignored him and begged again.

“On. Your. Knees.”

“Do it, Yvette,” his tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea.

I fell to my knees and swallowed hard before unzipping his pants. My heart kept pounding in my chest and my hands trembled as I grazed his dick against his boxers.

“Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you.”

Tension rose at his order while I silently prayed for Knox to put an end to this madness.

He reluctantly glared at his father before turning one of the leather chairs towards us.

“Please,” my voice broke once more.

The look in his eyes when he looked down at me was very different. It didn't matter, though, because it shattered my heart before his words could.

“The deal is on.”