Chapter 4: The start of something new

Charlotte Hayes' POV

At this point, I believe I've gone insane. I'm not sure if I asked the wrong person or not. However, this... is simply excessive! "Huu..." Damien is a beast. At 11 a.m, the affair is still going on. At this point, I was sobbing. "S-Stop it! Please? Mhm?" I begged, my voice cracking. I'm losing feeling in my legs. He rubbed it against my thighs rather than putting it in. My eyes were welling up with tears and sweat. "I don't want to," he said as he continued. I'm curious what Jake is up to now that I haven't returned home.

It was 12 noon when he finished because I had passed out. What would have happened if I hadn't collapsed? It frightens me just thinking about it. He emerged from the shower with a wet appearance. He's wearing a robe and using a towel to brush his hair. "Hey, it's time for you to take a shower," he smiled. I was completely naked in bed, covered only by the sheets.

My clothes were strewn about and torn apart. Even the newly purchased heels broke. The room was a shambles from the previous night. Now that I look at him closely, I notice he has a small tattoo of an infinity symbol on his hand. "I don't have any clothes to wear," I admitted flatly. He laughed and moved in closer. He suddenly took me in his arms, despite the fact that I was still wrapped in sheets.

"Don't worry about it; I'll have the maid get you some," he said as he opened the bathroom door while I was still in his arms. The bathroom was spacious and opulent. There was a large tub filled with rose petals. The scent was divine. He gently lowered me into the tub. The water was warm and comforting. "Call me when you're finished. I'll be glad to carry you again," he smirked as he walked away. I couldn't take my eyes off the bathroom's interior design. I was bathing myself when I suddenly remembered what had happened today. "Is having an affair... Really the best option I have? Jake is below him... So it should be fine."

As I called for him, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me in his arms. I took a look around the room. The room had already been cleaned, and there was a dress on the bed. He positioned me on top of the bed, near the clothes. "I got you some clothes and a pair of heels," he said with a smile. He was kneeling on the floor, looking up at me, pouting. "Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

"And why should I thank the primary cause of my clothing's destruction?" I asked, crossing my arms. He was giggling. "Haha! Well, don't worry about your schedule. I made sure it didn't get messed up by bribing Johnson Lee. As for that pest of a husband of yours, he has an appointment with me later, at 1 p.m.," he said, smiling. 

"What appointment?" "Oh, he has an upcoming drama, but that drama won't be aired without my approval, so he'll probably try and get my favor," he replied, surprised. "So... are you going to approve?" He didn't say anything for a second. Instead, he stood up and approached me. He kissed me on the cheek.

"Mhm, yeah," he said. "Why?" I inquired. "You see, the higher you climb, the harder you fall; if you want to exact revenge on your husband, we'll have to make him happy and, in the blink of an eye, steal every joy he has in his life," he chuckled. "Is that a mafia's mindset?" I remarked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Perhaps?" he speculated. "Well, lady, if we're going to start an affair, we've got to be bold," he said as he took a step back. "What do you mean?" I asked, my hands resting on the sheets. "Come to my office before he does," he said with a smile and a slight tilt of his head.

"What...?" "Baby, if you're going to have an affair, we've got to give him a hint, right?" he asked. "But what if he hurts me even more?" I shivered. "Don't worry about that. I'll make sure that in his eyes, it'll just be me, forcing myself on you, so that if he gets angry, it'll be towards me, not you. All you need to do is... To trick him into thinking you're a victim in my own play, okay?" he asked. "I can't believe you're willing to go to such lengths just to keep me quiet about your secret. You've been so cooperative to the point where it feels wrong. Be honest with me. You're a mafia. You can easily silence someone through your methods without posing a bet. But why did you agree with me?" I asked, wary of him.

He's just a random guy I met a few days ago. I can't just let down my guard in front of him. After all, he is a man of many secrets. "Mhm, why do you ask?" he mumbled. He suddenly smiled and said, "What else could it be? I like you, so I'm helping the person I like." "What a load of nonsense. Who falls in love with someone they only met a few days ago?" I asked, dumbfounded.  He laughed when he heard my words.  "Who else?" he asked, pointing to himself. "I think I had an affair with a madman," I sighed to myself, "will everything be okay?"

“Milady," he called out to me. "What?" I inquired, looking at him. "Aren't you going to dress up? Looking at you in a towel is turning me on, you should be careful," he said, his gaze fixed on my chest. "You pervert!" I exclaimed, my face was red like a tomato. He smirked as he continued to stare. Have I gotten myself involved with someone even worse than my husband?