Chap-7*Like A Wh*re House*

I rolled my eyes as I stared at the immense building before me. It was Mr. Mayor's mansion.

The guard welcomed me once he knew what I was there for. He showed me the direction to the mayor’s lawyer's office, which was on the fourth floor of the building. His mansion itself was a whole other town. On my way upstairs, I saw maids, cooks, and I don’t know who else. Sadly, they didn’t let me use the elevator. I had to walk those endless stairs for a few minutes.

"Why does this place have so many stairs?" I mumbled, looking tired. The third floor was where I stopped to catch my breath. I’m pretty sure I was out of shape for such hard cardio.

"Because you can’t fly to the upper floor, genius." I heard a heavy voice coming from behind me. I cocked my face and recognized the guy as the mayor’s assistant. So much for not encountering any of them. That was my initial plan. I wanted to never bump into any of them, just submit the forms and run out of here.

"I wonder what these elevators are for?" I innocently passed a comment, trying to be sneaky when being sarcastic. 

"These are for the royals only. A person needs to know their place." He didn’t hesitate to shoot back. That wasn’t very nice of him. He mumbled with his eyes at the elevators, pretending to be a harmless man in a suit.

"Oh, and I thought Mr. Mayor treated everyone with equality. That’s a shame. The town’s motto is something like---oh! I don’t even remember what it was since the very first day I arrived. I saw justice being served."

I replied and tied my hands over my chest. He was shocked to hear the taunt. Wasn’t expecting it, eh?

The fact that they claimed to be self-righteous people yet didn’t believe in equality was just something I couldn’t wrap my head around. 

"If I were you, I would head straight to the office before I piss off anyone else." Now that he was out of words, he hissed at me in a threatening tone. 

He scoffed one more time before taking the elevator. Just when the door to the elevator was about to close, he smirked at me. 

I get it. I wasn’t royal enough to take an elevator like him.

It wasn’t hard to guess where the office was since the directions were written everywhere. I steadily walked inside the office, thinking things would go back to normal from here on. But I was only in for another surprise.

"Argh!" A little scream escaped my lips before I gathered myself as quickly as I could.

They talked about obscenity and here they were having sex in the office. 

"I’m doomed." I gasped, screwed for witnessing such a thing. 

The lady had her shirt open, and her skirt rose to her stomach. I could clearly see the guy’s di*k go in and out of her vag*na while she had her legs spread across and resting on either side of the chair. She was sitting in his lap, facing me. Her boobs were bouncing up and down with every thrust he made inside her. 

"I’m so sorry." I apologized, looking away after I had seen almost all of it. I have really put myself in an awkward situation.

"Ugh! Fuc*ng interruptions," she growled, jumping off the guy. 

"Damn! Do you girls ever knock?" The lady, who was in her late twenties and wearing a short, white, knee-length skirt with red lipstick and hair tied in a bun, growled. She was rambling and adjusting her clothes swiftly. 

The guy was still seated on the chair, looking all annoyed. I mean, he got co*k blocked. 

"I’m so sorry. I just came here to submit these forms." My hand trembled as she collected the forms from me. Suddenly, they were normal, like nothing had happened. I gazed at both of them as they argued about who was not doing their fair share of work and wasting time. 

Damn! They were having s*x not even a few minutes ago. 

"Next time, make sure you knock. It will save you the trouble of dealing with the awkwardness." The lady sighed, pulling her leg over the other leg.

"Just suc* my di*k. I cannot deal with it standing like a tower." The guy didn’t even care until his eyes landed on me. 

"Come back later to collect the citizenship ID card from us." The man lowered his head to pay attention to the files before him. I gave a nod and walked out of the office, exhaling the stressful breath that had been blocking my brain from the moment I had stepped inside. 

But the surprise wasn’t over there yet. Walking through the corridors and finding a way downstairs, totally forgetting the direction charts, I heard a loud moan coming from the last room on that floor. My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a moan of pleasure, but of pain and torment. It was heart-wrenching, and the agony in her moans could shiver from anyone’s world to unconsciousness.

I tracked down the source of the voice and stood silently in front of the door. I found it easier to spy on because the door was open. My only intention was to see if the girl was doing okay, because it didn’t sound normal. 

The noises were submerged by whipping and with the slapping sounds. 

I held my breath back, looking here and there to make sure no one was seeing me. A drop of sweat rolled down my forehead, but I was too scared to swipe it off. I didn’t want to make a noise. Keeping both of my palms on my chest, I peeked inside the room, secretly. And I wish I hadn’t done that. It was the mayor, but all I could see was his upper naked body. The room contained a master bed and some explicit pictures all over the walls. I couldn’t see the entire room because the sight had occupied me. Mr. Mayor was standing on the other side of the bed, leaning against a girl whose face and naked body was visible enough to recognize her.

I removed my hands from my chest and covered my lips to prevent the scream of terror from escaping my lips. The sight was horrifying. She had her hands on the bed and her face lowered down. He kept thrusting inside her from behind. The entire scene made me shiver horribly. I had seen many people having sex before, but this wasn’t something that happens normally.

Sadly, the girl was none other than my only friend in town, Olivia.

"Spank me please," she requested, making me bite my bottom lip. Her boobs were all red and covered in hickeys.

He ran his hand over the roundness of her bum before he slapped her hard. 

"Arhhh!" The scream sounded full of agony, but the satisfied smile on her lips told me this was her kink. 

"I love you, Xavier." She moaned. I took a deep breath, feeling a weird anxiety. So, he wasn’t forcing himself on her. She had come here willingly. 

Maybe that was just their kink. 

"Shhhh," I hugged myself when his husky, rough voice fell on my ears. It was almost like I could feel his hands on my body. The goosebumps had covered my entire skin. And that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. That beast won’t stop slapping her butt and drilling nails through her skin. He even yanked her hair and dug her face under the pillow as he turned her around. What was he up to? He was literally making her out of breath.

"Please do it," she requested once again, and he nodded. 

My heart started pounding in my chest. My eyes were full of tears. Was he going to kill her? He removed the pillow in the next second and even pulled away from her. 

"No! Please don’t stop," the look on her face as she shook her head and begged him to fuc* her some more made me feel bad for her. 

The way she raised her palms to plead before him to fuc* her and the smirk on his lips made me feel disgusted. He looked satisfied with her begging for him. 

He then wrapped his fingers around her neck and locked her lips with his. 

That was their thing, I guess. And I shouldn’t be watching it. I have heard of people having kinks, but I could never sign up for anything like that. I didn’t have that strength in my body to let anyone slap me or spank me. And I was a pretty dry girl. I didn’t have any kinks. 

I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you. 

There were workers down who weren’t there when I arrived. I decided to get out of shock and forget about it. It would be rude to show anything to Olivia when I meet her again. I managed to convince myself that it was all okay. It was fine if that’s what she wanted. It was their relationship, and people decide what fun and romance is for them. For me, it is a beautiful and full-of-respect thing.

"Just keep moving. Why are you guys so damn lazy?" It was Mayor’s assistant, Jace. He was sitting peacefully on the comfortable sofa, enjoying a mojito, while scolding the poor workers. 

I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue in anger. This place was worse than a wh*re house, and the people here were ruthless.

"And next time, you better make an appointment before you show up." It was a comment he had passed on to me. 

I stopped in my tracks and bit my tongue, convincing myself to walk away instead of messing with him. 

"I’ll do what I should once you all start taking your responsibilities seriously," I replied and sped towards the exit. And I thought I'd just slide in a comment and escape, but obviously, his ego was hurt. 

"Hold on, stop." I heard his commanding voice. I stopped in my steps and gulped, gathering all the courage I could find to face him.

"You just called me incompetent, didn’t you?" He stood close to me, staring into my eyes. Awkwardly, the first thing we both did was stare at each other’s every facial feature for a few seconds. That was unintentional. 

"You know what?" I raised a brow, trying to come up with something when I noticed his eyes traveling to my lips and wandering back to my eyebrow. His eyes seemed to stalk my facial expression. 

"Maybe you should walk more. That would help you shed some weight off your brai---" That was going to be a nasty insult, but his growl and the way he narrowed his eyes at me made me stop.

Surprisingly, he didn’t call for guards or announce punishment. He just stared at me with fake anger for a moment before he let out a scoff. 

"Leave." That was the only word that came out of his mouth. It was his lucky day because I didn’t plan to stick around either. Not after I saw so many people having s*x in such a short time.