Chapter 16:Trapped and secrets

Elara

The next morning, the chauffeur Michael came to pick me up for school as usual. I was still feeling very lonely without Damien. I had overslept last night because I stayed up late thinking about him and touching myself while remembering how good his thick cock felt inside me. Because of that, I didn’t have time to style my hair properly. It looked messy.

When I got to campus and reached my lecture hall, I decided to quickly go to the washroom to fix my hair. I entered one of the stalls, brushed my hair with my fingers, and tried to make it look neat. I heard some small sounds outside, like a door locking, but I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe other girls were there too.

After I finished, I tried to open the stall door. It wouldn’t move. It was locked from outside. My heart started beating fast. I pushed harder, but nothing happened. I had forgotten my phone in my bag back in the lecture hall. I started knocking on the door loudly.

“Hello? Is anyone there? The door is stuck!” I shouted.

No one answered. I knocked harder and screamed for help, but the washroom stayed quiet. Minutes turned into hours. I sat on the toilet seat, feeling angry and scared. I knew this was Kael’s doing. He was trying to punish me for being with his father.

I stayed trapped there for what felt like forever. My legs were tired, and I was so frustrated. Finally, I heard a click. The lock opened. I rushed out quickly, ready to shout at whoever did this.

It was Selene. She stood there looking surprised.

“What are you doing here?” I asked angrily. “I knew you were behind this!”

Selene stepped back. “Elara, I couldn’t find you in class. I was looking for you everywhere.”

I didn’t believe her. I didn’t even thank her. I was too angry. I walked past her quickly, went back to the lecture hall, grabbed my bag, and called Michael to come pick me up early.

When we reached the penthouse, I felt exhausted. I took a long, cool shower, letting the water run over my body. I thought about Damien the whole time. My hand slipped between my legs. I rubbed my wet pussy slowly, imagining it was Damien’s thick fingers or his tongue. I moaned softly in the shower, remembering how he fucked me hard from behind. But it wasn’t enough. I needed him so badly.

After the shower, I called Damien. As soon as I heard his deep voice, tears started falling.

“Damien… someone locked me in the washroom today,” I cried. “I think it was Kael or Selene. I was so scared and angry. I miss you so much. The bed is empty without you. I need you here.”

Damien’s voice became serious and protective. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I’ll handle this. No one is allowed to hurt you. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”

Talking to him made me feel a little better, but after the call ended, I felt bored and restless. The penthouse was so big and quiet. I usually stayed in Damien’s bedroom, but today I decided to explore a little.

I walked through the living room, the kitchen, and then found his private office. I pushed the door open with curiosity. Inside, there were many shelves with files and papers. I touched some of them. Most were about business deals and companies. Then I saw one folder that looked different. It had “Adoption” written on it.

My heart beat faster. I picked it up and started to open it. Just as I was about to read the papers, my phone rang loudly. I dropped the file quickly and ran to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby girl,” a familiar voice said. It was Kael. I recognized his voice immediately.

“How did you get my new number?” I asked, feeling scared and angry.

Kael laughed coldly. “I have my ways. I heard you were locked in the washroom today. Welcome to hell, Elara. I won’t stop until you leave my father alone. You’re mine. You were supposed to be with me. If you don’t stay away from him, things will get much worse.”

Then he hung up the phone.

I stood there frozen, my hands shaking. The adoption file was still on the floor. What secrets was Damien hiding? And how far was Kael willing to go to hurt me?

I didn’t know what to do next, but one thing was clear — this was only the beginning of more trouble.