Grace's pov
After taking shower i finally came out of the washroom. My eyes are burning after crying, i am used to it by now.
I wore dress and got ready for the work. No matter how much I hate it, i can't stop working for him otherwise he will destroy us within seconds. My heart burns whenever I thought about my situation. It feels like I am drowning in a bog, i am trying to hold on something to survive, trying to breath but everything is slipping from my hands like wet mud. It's suffocating.
Wiping my tears I did my hair and tried to hide his marks. My neck is full of hickeys.
I wore my old blue dress which is decent enough for office. I am getting short of clothes but shopping is the last thing which I should do right now. I can't do it when I have mountain of debt on my head.
Sighing I walked downstairs, we have small two story house which is actually not in very good condition. I don't have money to renovate it. I feel very bad when I see crispy walls and broken furniture.
My stomach growled in hunger, I have to eat something after last night. I feel weak. As usual disappointment flashed on my face when I opened the freezer. It's empty, what was I expecting. I don't even have enough money to buy groceries. After paying the installments of loan i only get one thousand dollars in my hands from which I have to manage house expenses and other basic things.
I made coffee for myself and sat at the dining table. Looks like it's my only meal today.
I just hope it ends soon. It's been three and half months I am doing this, 15 days more and it will be over. I will be free from him.
"Good morning"
Dad said while coming inside. Where did he come from? Was he out whole night?
"I went for a walk..."
He said while sitting beside me.
"I brought this sandwich for you... I know there is nothing in the freezer."
"Thanks"
I really needed it.
"Grace, how is it going?... Are you doing okay?"
He asked sadly.
"I know It's____"
"Dad, i am fine"
I trailed off.
"Everything will be fine within few days... I am getting late, i should leave"
I said and walked out. He doesn't know what I am doing to pay his loan. I can't meet his gaze, i feel ashamed.
Releasing a heavy sigh i started walking towards the Office building. It's on half an hour distance, i can't waste money on cab or bus so I take a walk everyday. It's a cold day today, it's not snowing yet but soon it will. Christmas used to be my favourite but this time I am not even a bit excited for it.
After half an hour I am finally standing in front of his office building. I walked inside, trying to ignore regular employees.
I walked through digital security and went to the 2nd floor where all employees are already working. Everyone looks relaxed which shows that he haven't come to the office yet.
I wish he Don't come today, my day will be less stressful.
Suddenly everyone got alert and quietly took their places, air around me got tensed and i know who is the reason behind it.
All flour went pin drop silent. I am the only one who is standing in Middle of the way.
I decided to look up but those familiar shiny expensive shoes came in my view and I dropped the idea.
I am not going to look in his eyes, never.
'anything but not eyes Grace... Not eyes.'
I warned myself.
I kept my head low, I am too scared to do something. I want to run from his site but it feels like my legs are Frozen. I don't want him to insult me in front of everyone.
But sometimes I force myself to think does he even remember my face, why would he? I am just a random girl who is warming his bed for money. I know his thinking won't be good about me. He must be thinking so low of me. Will he recognise me if he sees me outside of his bedroom and office cabin.
Does he even recognise my face?
I gulped when he walked passed by me. he didn't even spare me a glance, like i am a stranger, like he wasn't fucking the life out of me entire night. Not like i was expecting him to greet me but how can he be so normal while I am dying every second. I closed my eyes as his scent teased my senses and remind me of every night which I have spent with him. He has strong additive scent but for me it's another thing which presence scares me.
He must have went to his cabin because now I can hear chattering and murmuring of people.
"God, he is so handsome"
One of the girl exclaimed.
"Trust me I would have leave this work long time ago but he is the only reason why I am here."
Another one said.
Oh, only if you knew girl. I internally scoffed at her.
"Exactly... I mean am look at him. He will put some vogue model to shame..."
Another one joined the conversation.
"He is such a daddy material... He makes me wet just by his looks, damn... He must be very good in bed, have you seen his personality."
Ohh, yes i have seen everything and I'll be very happy to change my place with her.
"Have you ever been to his cabin?"
One of them asked other one.
"Sadly no... Only his secretary is allowed other than Mr. Gomez."
One of them answered.
"No there is one more..."
Someone said and I looked at them, they all were looking at me.
"This girl... I don't know exactly what she does but i think she stays in his cabin whole day."
"She is his personal accountant... Mr. Gomez once told me."
Another one answered.
Before they call me I rushed towards his cabin. I don't want to deal these wild cats. They will eat me alive.
I took a deep breath and pressed the red doorbell, when it turned green I hesitatingly opened the door and entered.
He was sitting in his chair and thankfully Mr. Gomez was sitting in front of him.
"Good morning..."
I mumbled and silently sat on the sofa.
As usual Mr. Gomez just nodded at me and he behaved like i am invisible. He never greets me back, he doesn't even acknowledge my presence until and unless it's for sex.
I kept my purse aside and picked up the documents which were on the coffee table. This is where I work everyday. I don't have seperate table or place where I can work freely. I work in front of him.
I once asked Mr. Gomez about it and he said that it's a confidential work. I am dealing with his personal accounts and they don't want to take any risk. And I can understand it, he has lot of black money. The money he earns within one minute, I can't earn it in my whole life. He is beyond the definition of Rich.
What I have to do is convert his black money into white and keep his accounts away from the radar of Income tax department.
The loan which my father has taken from him is nothing for him, he can earn it back just in one second still he is playing with our lives for it. Does it entertain him?
"I'll take your permission now, chief"
Mr. Gomez stood up to leave.
"See you around Grace... Did you have breakfast?"
He looked at me.
I don't know why but he asks me this everyday and sometimes he brings me lunch and dinner. Why does he care if I am eating or not?
"Yes, Mr. Gomez... Thank you."
I replied.
He gave me nod and walked out. I don't know if I should hate this man or be grateful that he is helping me in this work. He is close man of Dominick Moretti and has been helpful towards me but still he is his man and they all are criminals.
I still remember how Mr. Gomez offered me this work and till now I am thinking if I have made the right decision or not by listening to him.
Grace's pov I still remember how Mr. Gomez offered me this work and till now I am thinking if I have made the right decision or not by listening to him. Rafael gave me that card and said. "Get this job at any cost... Otherwise You can't pay this loan... Don't make me come back here Grace. It's my job, i have to kill both of you. If I won't kill you then he will kill me." He sounded worried for me. "Thanks for giving me this chance Rafael... I will definitely pay back for it..." I was genuinely grateful to him. He was respectful towards me and decided to help me. To be honest when I saw him I didn't expect this from him. His personality is too badass to presume it. "You don't deserve this... All the best" He smiled at me and left our house with his men. I took the card and went to the address. It was his office. After waiting for almost 2 hours I finally got the chance to meet Mr. Gomez. With hesitation i entered his office. Gomez is in his late 50s with grey hair and ave
Grace's pov Mr. Gomez left the office and I resumed my work. I wasn't fan of silence but now I am in love with it. He never talks to me. Sometimes it's feel like i don't even exist for him, he only comes to me when he wants sex. I haven't seen him talking to people casually so I don't think it's just me with whom he doesn't converse. But may be that's what my place in his life, I am just a thing which he wants to satisfy himself. I have no value in his eyes. I am not the first one for him and definitely not the last. I am just waiting for these fifteen days to end and then I'll be free. I tried to focus on my work, it's so difficult when he is sitting across me. He doesn't say anything but it feels like he is watching me everytime. I have never looked up at him when we are in cabin, i try to ignore his presence and focus on my work. I hardly look at his face, he terrifies me. His eyes are enough to kill anyone. I never thought that someone can make me shiver with just one angry loo
Grace's pov Small scream escaped from my mouth when he grabbed my arm and roughly pushed me on the bed. I quickly composed myself trying to hide my embarrassment. Getting pushed on strangers bed half naked wasn't appealing. My eyes filled with tears but I was trying to stay strong. Before I could compose myself he disappeared behind the door which I assumed to be washroom. I was sitting on the bed naked just with thong on. My throat was getting tight while trying to control my tears. I gathered the bedsheet around me and placed on my chest to hide my nakedness, Door was still open and wasn't ready to make show for someone else. I glanced at the open door, freedom was few steps away. I could have run away from everything but then what? Results would have bring disaster in my life. My father would have been dead, may be they would have kill me too. Now when I look at his accounts, I realise that I made the right decision. This man can do anything with this much money and there w
Author's POV "Are you comfortable?" Rafael asked me and I nodded my head with small smile. I was sitting in his car with him and two more men which were in my house when I first met Rafael. I don't know their name but they both look quite close to Rafael. Rafael always try to make conversations with me but I don't initiate much. I know he has helped me but at the end he is criminal and i don't want to get close to anyone from mafia. I don't know what kind of thoughts he has for me, he knows that I am sleeping with Dominick Moretti for money. I don't think he has very good judgements about me and it makes me uncomfortable around him. I was in the office doing my work but then Gomez told me that I have to check some other financial transactions. He told me to go with Rafael so here I am. At least I am out of his site. Rafael parked the car in huge parking lot and all of us got out. Just by seeing the parking lot i got the feeling that it's a very expensive place. "Come Grac
Grace's pov I Groaned and tried to pull bedsheets closer as I felt cold but I couldn't pull bedsheet, it was stuck in something. I annoyingly opened my eyes and then I realised I am not in my room. It was early morning and window was open. Where am I? I blinked my heavy eyes trying to clear my vision. I held on the bedsheet and looked at myself. My stomach churned when I found myself naked under bedsheets. Oh my god! What has happened? I gasped when large hand grabbed me by arm, I quickly turned around to push whoever it is. I was about to push but he quickly grabbed my hands and pressed me down on the bed. "Chief?!" I mumbled in confusion. I visibly relaxed, at least I am not with someone else. It explains why I am naked. He has done more than just taking my clothes off. This shouldn't be big thing. This is his room but this time I am on other side of the bed so I couldn't recognise it. I wasn't allowed to come in his room but after few days he started calling me in
Grace's pov I waited but he didn't answer. Why he can't talk like a normal person. I know I am no one to him but at least he can answer my genuine questions. Not like i am dying to have chitchat with him. I don't want to talk to him either but the less he can do is answer my questions. I need my clothes, how am I supposed to go home without it. He never talks to me, i don't know what's his problem. If he wants me to do anything then he tells Gomez and then Gomez instructs me about it. Can't he just talk to me directly. Not like he is shy or anything, he threatens me like he will kill me next second. He talks to Gomez for hours, i have seen him talking on calls in Italian. May be he doesn't consider me important enough to waste his energy on me. He doesn't want to deal with me. Of course he thinks of me as a low life. What i can except other than this. I am his whore, nothing else. Why would he give me importance by giving his attention to me. Once Rafael said that I sho
Grace's pov I whimpered when he harshly grabbed my chin and turned my lips into pout. His eyes lingered on my pouted lips as he stroked it with his thumb. My heart started racing when he leaned down. Oh god! Please No... Please not lips. He paused like he is thinking something, his eyes held mistery. Suddenly he let me go and stepped back. He mumbled something in Italian and stormed out of the washroom. I sighed in relief when he closed the door with loud this. What's his problem, i know I am no one to him but least he can do is treat me with respect. Or May be i am expecting too much from him, i should be thankful that I am still alive. Whatever, I am not hungry for his respect. anyway, 14 days and it will be over. I quickly wore my clothes and head downstairs to meet Martha. She was in the kitchen, instructing something to other maids. I smiled when she looked at me. "Good morning" "Good morning Grace..." She smiled sweetly. "Why your hair are still wet, you w
Grace's pov I turned around and my eyes sparkled when I saw him. My favourite person. "Osman..." I smiled. Osman was in my college, we have studied together. We are friends but he didn't know that I have crush on him. He is Turkish, he has that typical Turkish look and I love it. He is tall and handsome. He is sweet and caring. He always makes me smile. He used to help me in studies. His gentleness fluttered my heart and I started liking him. But i couldn't confess, I was nervous and afraid that if he doesn't want me then it might ruin our friendship too. Still, I was going to confess after completing my college but then everything changed all of a sudden. I didn't make any move, i Started ignoring his calls and messages. I like him, i wanted to confess but how can I tell him that I am sleeping with someone else. He will hate me. I don't want to loose his friendship. After everything I changed my mind, i can't tell him what I feel about him. May be later, when I am free