Chapter three

Chloe Pov

“I will be your sex toy but you have to help me. You have to help me with all of your might.” I asked. I would rather come back shamelessly to Ethan Holmes than be subjected to humiliation by Grayson who betrayed me, and my family. 

“What do you mean?” Ethan raised his brows with an unimpressed expression. I could tell he didn't like my tone or the way I had requested his assistance. 

“You don't get to make demands, Chloe. I make the demands!” He growled, his eyes filled with menace. No one has ever yelled at me, not even when I was now at the lowest point of my life. 

I clenched my fist, anger rising from my abdomen. And I could feel the urge, the urge to dagger him in the heart. But I couldn't. I just stared at him, my lips did not move an inch. It was terrible. This state was terrible for me. I always talked back but today, I stayed mute. It was humiliating. 

“Go back and pack your stuff, your job starts from now.” He grimaced and my head snapped to him. 

“I am not making demands, I am only asking. Also, you have to get married to me, I can not stay under your roof without marriage, people would ask questions,” I replied. 

His eyes darkened and he stopped smoking. He raised his lips in a frown, with a rather disgusted face. I could feel fear oozing out of my skin. The way he stared at me was dead with emotions. Cold. Wicked. Demeaning. Why did he stare at me like that? It was too cruel. 

“Marriage? Do you want to stain me badly? Do you think you deserve to be married to me? Don’t flatter yourself, Chloe. You are going to be nothing but my plaything.” He grunted, 

“Plaything?” I scoffed pathetically. The humiliation tickled my chest causing immense pain. I couldn't be proud anymore. The pride in me washed away with the words I couldn't say. And every part of me was forced to surrender. I knew I had met my match. The one who would make me bow. 

“Are you interested or not?” He asked dismissively. It felt like he was warning me, giving me the last chance to save myself. However, this wasn't saving, it was a trap. He was going to give me something I desperately needed and take another from me. 

“I am.” I choked out, the words heavy for me. At the same time, he pointed to the desk in the middle and I saw some files. 

“That’s the contract, sign it. You are going to be staying with me for a year, doing everything that I wish.” He turned around and continued to smoke as if he hadn't just bought a human. But he knew I was going to come back. This bastard knew that I would come back and sign the contract. He already signed his part. One year, I can take it. Just one year and I would be free. 

“During these months, you are not allowed to get pregnant. You are not allowed to have my baby. I would never nut in you but if I do, you have to take drugs quickly.” He puffed out smoke while turning to me. Our eyes met and the cruelest kind of green eyes glared at me. I averted my eyes quickly and then nodded. 

Holding back my tears, I signed everything. After that, I was taken to his house. He had told me to pack my stuff from the hotel which I did. Ethan Holmes's house was huge, it was slightly bigger than our house. 

I was fazed by the size though, nothing in it fazed me. 

Ethan walked behind me, leaving me to lead. I could feel his harsh breath pressed behind my neck. It felt like I had a dragon behind me. 

As soon as I stepped into the living room, an older woman and five maids walked out. Does he have just five maids? I questioned in my head. A house as huge as this needed more than five maids. However, I did not ask any questions. 

“Why are there five?” Ethan growled next to me, his voice reverberating through me. 

“Exams. The rest are having exams in school now.” The older woman smiled and then he nodded. 

Examinations? 

Did this mean he allowed his maids to have an education? Perhaps he was sponsoring them? I found it hard to believe this because this man had been terrible to me. To me, he was the devil’s advocate. 

“What should we do with her, sir?” The older woman asked. 

“Keep her in the room for now. She is nothing to me hence treating her that way.” He paused and then looked toward me. Am I worth nothing? Those words stung. Why did words that come from him have so much hatred, disgust, and revulsion laced in them? 

I bite down on my lower lips, keeping my face on the floor. I had never bent my head, never. This time I was forced to. Ethan humiliates me too much. Too deeply. 

“Come here,” He hoarse, signaling me to come after me. And I did. Later, we stopped in the hallway and then he pointed to a door. 

“Never go in that room. Aside from your room, you are not allowed to go anywhere but never go into that room.” He warned the green in his eyes popping. He was cruel. His voice was cruel. He was cruel to the point where he made me shake and hate him. After, he walked away 

“Come along,” The older woman said. I didn't know when she stopped in front of me. 

I followed her without an argument. This was the life I had been subjected to. A humiliating life. I was taken to a room below the stairs. Goodness, I couldn't believe that Ethan could be this cruel to bring me to a room like this.

“This is your room.” She announced and I almost vomited. The room was small, too small. My bathroom was bigger than it. It had a neutral painting which was already starting to fade. 

There was a single bed in the room and that was it. A single bed. There was no drawer. No wardrobe. No mirror. It was empty like that bastard. 

“Why?” I looked at the older woman. 

“You should be thankful you were given a room and not asked to stay with the gateman.” The older woman answered, her voice void. There was no emotion. She didn't hate me, it wasn't like that of Ethan. However, she didn't like me. She was neutral like the room. 

“I don't want to stay here.” I cried inwardly even when I knew I had no choice. I looked around, my eyes shaking the same way my breath was doing. 

The older woman turned, about to leave but I held her hand, stopping her. 

“I want to see him. That man. I want to see him.” My voice shook even when I tried to control my emotions. 

She took me to his library and I walked in after she helped me knock. In his room, he was seated before hundreds of books, going through them and working on his laptop. 

“What do you want?” He asked without looking at me. His face was icy as usual, with no iota of exhilaration. He looked like darkness lived in his heart. 

“I... My mom's hospital bills need to be paid or she will be taken to a lesser ward where she's prone to more disease.” I explained, gently. My pride was on the floor while he stamped on them. I had never had to ask a man for money, today was the first day. 

“What have you done to deserve that?” 

“Huh?” I raised my brows and the next second, he gazed at me, icily.

“Do you think that you are so worthy of my money? You have to do something in exchange for it. Don't assume I find you attractive, Chloe, again and again, you are nothing to me. I don't do things freely for someone like you.” He looked back at his laptop. His voice was still cruel. He sounded like the Wizard of Oz. This bastard. 

“What do you want?” I asked softly, my voice was barely a squeak. 

“Pleasure yourself, right there.” He pointed to the couch next to the bookshelf. 

I looked back before looking at him. It was as if I was hard of hearing. Perhaps I didn't know the English language anymore.

“What did you say?” I asked while pleading in my heart that I heard wrong. I prayed that he would mean something else. 

“Chloe, sit on that couch, spread your damn legs, and play with your fucking clit!” He growled, his green orbs pressing wickedly onto my skin.