CHAPTER 5

A ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the velvet curtains, stirring William from his comfortable sleep. He turned away, burying his face into the plush pillow.

Knock. Knock.

He jolted upright immediately. “I'm awake!” he called, dragging a hand through his messy black hair with a sigh. “I keep forgetting ..I'm not at home anymore.”

Knock. Knock.

He stretched his arms, seated up in the bed with the duvet covering his waist.

“Come in”

Matthew walked in, looking composed as ever and softly said. “Sir, it's already 10:30 a.m. Will you still be returning home today?”

10: 30 Am!

He blinked in disbelief.

William couldn't believe he slept in, he always woke up as early as a rooster, even when he didn't want to. Because he had to help with the chores at home.

“I will be going” . He grumpily got up from the bed as Matthew turned to walk out. “Wait.. What about Sir Jacob? Is he ready”

Matthew composed face cracked for a moment, he clasped his hands neatly in front of him. “Sir Jacob said he won't be coming with you”

“Did he say why”

“No, he didn't say sir”

“Alright, you can go”

Matthew dropped the folded clothes he was holding on the bed, swiftly turned to his heel and left the room. William massaged his temple, taking a deep breath. He meant to say he should go back home without him. Guess he’ll be the talk of the Stones Mansion for a while as the bride that came back alone to perform the last marriage rites without his husband and let's not forget they didn't consummate their marriage last night.

Is he happy about that? Hell yeah. Very much so. He had slept holding onto the blanket so tightly for protection from whatever that might happen yesterday night. But nothing happened.

Tsk, that jerk should at least have said why he isn't going with him. It was just spending one night with his family in the name of family blessing. Now he would have to go alone. What kind of husband is he?

William slid down his robe, fair skin in view, every step he took towards the bathroom captured his slender waist and perky buttocks. He had a quick shower, wore the clothes neatly kept on the bed by Matthew and ran downstairs for breakfast.

Wait.

William couldn't believe the plates upon plates of food that filled the table surface. The aroma of a well cooked chicken, beef, porridge and others unknown to him still steaming hot. Is this only meant for one person? He fidgeted in his seat. “Mm…Matthew is Sir Jacob joining me for breakfast?”

It doesn't even make sense to cook this food for two people. It should be for ten.

“No sir, he isn't”

“Then are you perhaps joining me”

“No sir”

Matthew looked at the food on the table. “Is there a problem with the food sir? The chef can make another_”

“No, that's ok.”

William hesitated, then picked up the spoon. The first bite made his eyes close briefly in satisfaction. Enjoying the sweet flavor exploding in his mouth. He better eat as much as he can now, he thought. Who knows if he will be giving anything to eat when he reaches home, especially now Sir Jacob is not going with me.

William's stomach was practically bloated after he was done eating. He has never felt so full in his life. Life here won't be that bad he thought, picking his teeth with a toothpick.

“Sir, the car is already waiting for you outside.” Matthew said as he waved at the maids to clear up the table. William felt a pang in his heart as he watched the maids carrying out the leftovers, even those that weren't even touched. He was sure the food will be disposed of or eaten by the maids, he hoped it's the other.

He got up from the chair, walking towards the exit where the driver was waiting beside the car. On seeing him, he opens the car door for him to sit.

Matthew lowered himself in front of the car window. “The driver will also pick you up tomorrow afternoon and this is the house key.” he said handing him a key chain with a bunch of keys.

“Is there a reason why you're giving me the key?” he carefully asked.

“All the staff are going on a leave today and will be back tomorrow afternoon” Matthew replied.

This is weird. All of them are going on a leave. He wanted to ask questions but decided not to. It's not his place to ask, he knew very well he is only the mistress on paper. “Alright” he said, taking the key from his outstretched hand through the window.

The car drove off from the Estate, taking him to the place where he was not welcomed. He stared out the window to calm his raging nerves down. As the car entered the Stones estate, his pulse quickened. His father, stepmom and stepbrother stood on the front porch with a sickening smile on their face. The breakfast he ate a few minutes ago was threatening to come back up.

The car stopped in front of the porch, he didn't wait for the driver to open the door for him and got down saying to the driver. “You can go.”

The driver nodded and drove off. His family was surprised to see him alone. He just stood, enjoying the expression on their faces. His father turned around in a huff entering inside the house followed by his stepmom.

Alex, looking as innocent as ever, dropped his fake facade. “I expected you to come with your husband.”

Is that why he is dressed up, he wore tight jeans, with a low cut shirt. His clothes hugged him like a second skin, showing off his figure.

Was he planning to seduce Sir Jacob? And yet he calls him a slut. William bit his lips to stop himself from saying anything that will get him into trouble. He tries to enter the house.

Alex stretched out his arm, blocking his path. He looked at him from head to toe. “You are walking perfectly ok,” an annoying grin on his face. “How was it… you know the sex”

William avoided Alex's gaze.

Alex closed up the space between them, and leaned closer to his ear. “ He didn't touch you, did he?”

William said nothing.

“You can’ t do anything right, can you”

Silence.

His fingers tilted William's chin to him, his voice dropping low. “I never knew Jacob was so hot, I bet his dick is no joke”

William's stomach churned as he watched Alex licking his lips like an animal in heat, he felt the nausea he forced back in coming up with force.

This is going to be a long day. A very disgusting one.

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Night AT The Stones Estate.

“I'm so tired,” William said, lying down in his room. It really was a long day as he thought earlier in the day. He was called by his father on his way to his room that morning, where he was asked why Jacob wasn't with him. He just shrugged his shoulders and responded that he didn't know. His stepmother taking advantage of him again asked him. Scratch that. Ordered him to rake the garden. He was there the whole day, where he heard all the gossip the maids were spreading about him.

“I can't wait for tomorrow” he sighed, making himself comfortable in his tiny bed, his eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other. “Nothing has changed,” he mumbled, as he glanced at the suitcase near the worn out small wardrobe. “His luggage had already been arranged.” he whispered, forcing a small smile.

He swallowed, his throat felt dry. “I need to get some water,” he muttered getting up from the bed and slipped out of his room. The corridor was empty and quiet, everyone had probably gone to bed he thought as he walked quietly, as he was about to pass his father's room. He saw the lights were still on under the door.

“So what are we going to do now, honey?” his stepmother's voice drifted through the door.

He decided to turn back towards his room and remain thirsty, than to risk encountering his stepmom and father.

“Now that William is married, do you think his grandfather will still be sending money for him?” his stepmom said.

He froze mid- step.

What?

What did she just say?

Grandfather?

Whose grandfather? The only grandfather he has met was his dad's father, who doesn't like him. So it can't be him. Then who?

He tiptoed closer to the room and leaned on the wall, his heart racing.

“I don't think he will anymore. The old man has been sending millions of dollars after his daughter died giving birth to that boy” his father paused. “Now he's married to Mr Adams I doubt the money will keep coming.”

William couldn't breathe after hearing what his father just said.

His….mom's dad has been sending him money, but he never received or saw the shadow of it.

“What if they approach him and he finds out we have been taking his money?” his stepmom asked, panic creeping into her tone.

“They won't,” he replied, utterly confident. “And what's so wrong with using my son’s money to build my company and who I am today.”

William felt the corridor becoming smaller, the air thinner and his heart breaking like glass smashed to tiny pieces.

“You're right, darling,” his stepmom said, sounding convinced.

“If it weren't for the debts I owe the Adams would have left the company almost bankrupt. I wouldn't have let my money making machine slip out of my hands.” his father added, without shame.

William's blood turned cold.

How could they do this to him?

He pressed a trembling hand over his mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to tear out of him. Tears streamed down from his eyes.

“There was nothing you could do honey. Let's go to bed, you've an early meeting tomorrow.”

The light shining under the door clicked off. But not the spiral thoughts in his head.

He was a money making machine.

Nothing. But a cash cow.

William's legs were shaking, his stomach twisted into knots. He thought of every cold meal he had to beg for, the days he was exhausted from doing chores not meant for one person just to get money for his school fees. When they were stealing from him. He slid down to the floor, stared blankly at the distance. He sat in the darkness, seconds turning to minutes and minutes to hours. He rose and descended the stairs lifelessly. He needed to get out of here.

He couldn't stay here for another night. He needed to breathe.

He didn't know how he was able to board a taxi to the private estate of Mr Adam's house. The security wouldn't have let the cab in if he hadn't shown him the half crescent moon in the key handle given to him by the butler.

William stood motionless in front of the house, he didn't have anywhere else to go apart from the place he was sold. He clasped his hands into fist, and took one step at a time on the stairs and opened the door with the key. On opening the door, a strong scent of ocean hits his nostrils, he immediately clasped a hand over his mouth. His body trembled as he took a step forward, the scent making him stagger as he climbed the stairs to the room. Who do these strong pheromones belong to, he thought. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

He froze.

The room opposite his was wide open. Jacob topless was sitting on the floor, chest heaving, and sweat glistened across his sculpted torso, sliding down the ridges of his ripped abs. He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting William.

Willam shivered.

Jacob was in his rut.

Jacob’s pheromones were getting stronger.

William couldn't stand the heavy scent of the ocean drowning him in a tidal wave of pheromones. It was thick, heady, overwhelming—invading all his senses. A shiver ran down his spine as something wet streamed down between his thighs, soaking his pants in seconds.

William staggered back a step, hand on the wall for support. “I need to get out of here,” he said, his voice cracking. “If I don't…. I'm dead.”

William got up, his legs trembling and his face flushed red. Damn his pheromones are no joke. The memory of his father's voice echoed louder than the pheromones.

“Money making machine.”

“Cash cow.”

William froze mid-step as those painful words clawed at his heart in agony. He looked at the path leading downstairs, then at Jacob, this dangerous powerful man with a red flag sign on him.

William took a shaky breath and stepped forward into hell, instead of back. He closed the door behind him with a soft click. Jacob's head snapped up. In a blur he was suddenly inches away, towering over William, his eyes flickering from grey to gold, pinning William in place.

Run.

William’s instincts screamed at him, but that's too late now as his feet couldn't move and Jacob's face was inches away from his. His breath was scorching against his flushed face. One large hand slammed against the door, caging him in. Well, there goes his only exit.

Jacob leaned forward, whispering into his ears. “Aren't you a brave little thing?” he growled, voice rough. His tongue traced William's ear, hot and wet, sending sparks straight down to his very core, making his body quiver.

“Ngh!” A mortifying moan slipped through William's lips. He quickly bit down hard on his bottom lip in embarrassment, the tip of his ears red. Did he just make that sound?

Jacob didn't stop. He licked his ears down to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave trails of red marks. William's hand came up instinctively, weakly pushing against Jacob's bare chest. The alpha’s skin was rock hard and fever hot under his palms.

“Hngh–”

“W.. wait..” William gasped, voice trembling. But Jacob had other plans of his own, as his hand slipped through his pants and grabbed his ass , kneading the soft flesh like dough. His fingers slid between the cheeks, finding the wet hole. William's hole clenched traitorously, more slick flooding out welcoming Jacob's fingers. Wet, dirty sounds filled the quiet room as Jacob's fingers violently thrusted into him, his vision blurred.

“Hahh–” Williams back arched into the door. He used every ounce of strength he had left to shove Jacob's chest. “Stop!”

Jacob growled in displeasure, eyes flashing with irritation, but he paused...barely. His breath uneven as he fought for control. His hand dragged through his hair, a clear indication of annoyance of having to talk in this situation.

“What?” he groaned, clearly hanging on a thin thread about to snap at any moment.

William opened and closed his mouth in hesitation, his eyes moist with tears and unwanted heat. “ Make a deal with me.” he said, his voice coming out small but steady.

Jacob's jaw clenched. His hand was possessively gripping William’s ass, his fingers twitching with the need to go back to William's cunt. “What. Deal."

William leaned forward, his hands pressing against Jacob’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath his palms. “Bring down my family” he said, his voice frighteningly low.

Jacob stared at him. The omega that was trembling on the wedding day like a lamb about to be slaughtered. Now making demands while drowning in his scent. A dark, curious glint appeared in his grey eye... this is going to be interesting.

“What do I get in return?” he asked, cupping William’s jaw, thumb brushing his swollen lower pink lip.

William swallowed. “Me.”

“Do you think you're worth that much?”

“No,” William muttered softly, voice cracking.“I don't have anything else to offer you—except from my body and soul”

If they had sold me to the devil, then I will use that devil to make them join me in hell.

The air stiffened in silence, William's pulse quickened each second that passed with Jacob not responding…heavy and magnetic.

“Ahh” William gasped as Jacob lifted him as if he weighed nothing and carried him into the soft bed. He squirmed as his back touched the mattress. Before he could register what was happening, Jacob was crawling over him, pupils blown with lust.

He hooked his fingers into William's pants waistband and yanked it and the underwear in one swift pull. Cool air hit his gushing hole and his dripping, throbbing cock, making him shiver. Jacob pushed William's thighs apart, exposing him completely. He licked his lips, enjoying the delicious view. He stared down at the glistening pink hole and growled. Then he positioned himself between his legs and lowered his head.

William's eyes widened in shock. “Wai–ahh!”

Jacob's hot mouth encircled his dripping cock in one smooth motion, sucking hard while two thick fingers entered with raw impact. The dual sensation made William’s back arch like a bow. One of his hands digging into the bed and Jacob's hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull closer.

Jacob pulled off his mouth with a pop, a string of saliva between his lips and William's cock. “Then you'd better make sure I'm satisfied,” he growled before engulfing him down again, deeper this time, while he added one more finger into William’s slick heat.