CHAPTER NINETEEN : WHY DO YOU NEED MONEY SO BADLY

I stood in a five-star hotel room, feeling immensely out of place in the luxurious surroundings.

It’s surprising how much power and money can get you because the moment I accepted his deal, I was released, and became a free woman.

I could not afford to rot in that cell any second, who knows what Vivian might do to my mother once she hears of my arrest, because then I’ll be out of her reach.

I know I should probably be home now, and Vivian was not going to take my absence lightly—but I could deal with Vivian barely, like I had been doing for years.

And as for Ethan, him I could not handle.

I cannot afford to make him angry or go back on my words by denying his requests for my body.

I signed the contract immediately the cuffs were unclasped from my wrist.

He already had them drawn earlier, and they stated that ‘my body belonged to him, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted, till he was tired of me.’

He drove me out of the prison to this hotel after I was set free, and locked me in his hotel room.

I had been sitting on the clean white bed, in the clothes I wore to work since morning. I did not need to be told how I looked after being dragged to prison and locked up all day.

I probably had a prison stench on me, along with the tangled nest on my hair, now sitting on this bed, made me realise that I was not cut for this life one bit.

The door opened, and I watched Ethan walk in.

His suit jacket was already dumped somewhere in the room. He rolled his sleeves up sexily, while his eyes fixed on me, roaming round my body with heat.

I could not help but wonder what he ever saw in me, I barely even looked feminine enough to catch the attention of a man like him.

I was five feet five for starters, but that was considered short when standing close to a man like Ethan who was six four, or his beautiful slender fiancée who looked like a Victoria secret model. I had normal pale blue eyes, with a nose crooked from all the beatings I had received from Vivian, along with being bullied in high school by Natasha and her friends, my once elegant nose, forever bore a slight crook.

My chest and curves were at least the only good thing I inherited from my mom, she was shaped like an Aphrodite, and I was lucky to at least inherit a minor portion of that figure.

My boobs weren’t so large, but at least big enough to be called a handful, and my ass, they were large, round and softly sculpted. At least I thought so.

But my curves barely showed now, because malnutrition had gotten to me.

I barely ate any longer, Vivian felt that was the best punishment to give to me, seeing I was too stubborn, so starvation was the only way to handle me.

Fucking bitch, she was right though, because I was dying of hunger constantly, and I could not afford to feed myself from my salary, else I won’t be able to cover my mother’s minor expenses.

Treating brain cancer was not cheap, and the money Vivian paid to the hospital did not cover all that was needed, luckily I got myself a good job that pays well—yet unluckily, it was not still enough to feed me.

I was not beautiful, that always knew. I had been called ugly for a long time, it almost seemed like a mantra to me now.

And the way he stared at me right now—like I was the only one he could see.

That made me feel like I was the sexiest woman in the world.

“Do I not pay you enough?” His deep voice came, cutting off my thoughts.

I turned to face him in shock and confusion. “Huh?”

“Does my company not pay you enough Leah. What did you need it for? What was so important that you had to steal from me?” He asked, sounding louder and clearer this time, while stepping towards me till he was just a foot away from the bed.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again. I did not steal the money, I was framed,” My voice shook at the end. I was drained at everything this point.

Exhausted from repeating the same phrase over and over again but still not having one person that trusted my words.

His dark eyes pierced mine, watching and not blinking at my words, but he said nothing, and did nothing but look, making me nervous under his gaze.

“You remember my rules from our first night?” He asked, closing the small distance that was left between us earlier. His hands came to wrap around my jaw, holding it in place, as he locked eyes with mine, his gaze burning hot on my flesh.

He squeezed on it lightly, parting my lips. His thumb grazed around the soft skin of it, making me gasp.

His eyes darkened at the noise as his grip tightened. My small pink tongue darted out, licking the salty taste of my lips and his eyes flared at my actions.

“Yes sir,” I answered, feeling my thighs growing slick with my arousal.