He sold me off

★★★★★

Katherine

I didn't know if my desperate cry had been heard by Givon. Hence, I pushed myself and started to walk toward the door. Upon reaching the door, I called for Givon, and when suddenly a big hand touched my shoulder, I breathed, "Givon!" But Givon did not answer.

I tried to hold him, but my feet staggered, and my face hit a strong chest. I groaned and used strength to free myself away from the grip that wrapped around my waist but I failed as a result of my frail strength.

"Givon, is that you? Take me home, I am not feeling well. There is something wrong with my body," I muttered, as I felt that Givon picked me up in his arms and my limbs... my limbs.. they were slowly losing consciousness.

★★★

Zac Bratva

"Unleash all the bullets in his chest," I demanded the blood of Sisil Romano, who tried to kill me after drugging me, "Make sure you kill him in front of his family."

I forced myself up from my seat, as my hand accidentally swept past the table, and I knocked a liquor bottle and glasses from the table. I used to believe my body could resist any drug, but the drug given by that bastard Sisil Bratva wrecked my control.

"Boss, do you want my help to go to your room?" Carlo said, approaching me, but I raised my hand and stopped him at arm's length, "I did not ask for help. I am fine." I showed confidence in my voice, but my steps staggered, and my shoulder bumped into the door. I cursed aloud, "That fucking bastard."

"Boss, I have arranged a woman for you. She ... she is Virgin," Carlo said from a distance as he did not try to help me, but I understood what was meaning behind his words. That infuriated me while my slowly winning strength caused the vein on my forehead to pop. I crashed my fist on the hard wooden door before rushing toward my room, taking one left turn. Since the exquisite suite had been booked for me, no other people were allowed to roam on the floor.

I pressed my palm on the lock of the door, opening it as I staggered inside. The light next to the bed was on; hence, my sharp sight instantly captured the woman on the bed. My fists clutched, and I approached the bed; the woman's porcelain skin was now crystal clear to my eyes. Her lashes were beautifully curled, and trailing down the lips were red and plump. What attracted me more to the unknown woman in the bed was the mole under her lip.

No doubt Carlo brought her carefully to arouse my interest; otherwise, he knew I would have no objection to throwing this woman out of my sight.

Letting go of my resistance, I embraced my desire, and I drew my face to my interest in the mole down to her lip, kissing it. My gentle touch brought the girl to her senses, and she groaned but had her eyes shut, her unguarded sound made my pulse quickened.

I looked up and waited for her to ask something or act coy, as most women tended to do in moments like this. But instead, she touched my face before rising to kiss me. Momentarily her soft hand froze me as I did not expect that, but then realization dawned on me that the woman knew her job, making me impressed.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I slid my hand to the back of her hair, tangling my fingers in her hair. With a firm pull, I crashed my mouth against hers, taking control of the kiss.

Her lips were nothing but intoxicating, trapping my senses. I breathed nothing but raw, unfiltered desire. The way her lips expressed her sole attention ignited fire all over my body.

Even though bedding with women was not new to me, there was something strikingly different about her, as if I was picking up an innocent flower from a bouquet where all the luxurious flowers were tied together, yet she caught my interest.

The next second I ripped off her clothes with fervent impatience and then removed mine before taking her into my possession. Although there were many things in my head, the darkness of lust could not provide enough light for my thoughts to proceed as it made me devour the woman until she passed out in exhaustion.

★★★

Katherine

A voice next to me stirred me awake, pulling me from the sleep. My hand instinctively went to my shoulder, where a sharp, throbbing pain radiated. Wincing, I tried to focus on the sound, my senses sharpening as I realized it belonged to someone unfamiliar.

Panic set in, and my body tensed. Adrenaline surged through me, and without thinking I jolted upright as I asked, "Who are you?" I clutched the sheet to my body and waited to hear the voice because I wanted to know if Givon was present in the room.

"Who am I?" The voice replied in a distant tone, a warning was tracing behind it.

"Where is Givon? Givon... are you in this room? Giv!" I shouted as I could no longer stop myself from shuddering.

"Givon....??? Is this some kind of play to get my attention then you don't have to. I decided to keep you a few more days."

"Shut your foul mouth!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and looked for things to hold on to as I tried to get down from the bed, "My boyfriend should be here, Givon Martinez. Leave the room." I stretched my hand to hold something. Instead, I knocked on the table lamp. Before I got tripped forward I held on the edge of the bed while I clutched tightly the sheet around me with my other hand.

"You cannot see!" The man sounded surprised. His words struck something deep inside me, a chord of vulnerability I was not ready to acknowledge.

I asked, my words fumbled as they rolled out my tongue, "I want to know where is my boyfriend. How did you enter this room?"

I stood there shaky and disoriented, but unwilling to let go of the anger.

"What I understand, knowing your repeated asking is that your boyfriend had sold you off to me last night. You didn't spend the night with him and my presence in this room is no coincidence. I don't know what to feel, regret or stupid," the man said, his voice heavy with anger.

But what shattered me most was his words; how could they be true? Givon could not do this to me.

As a result, I defended the truth, even though my voice trembled, "You are lying. You must be a Thief or a mob."

"Sight impairment doesn't damage your brain I trust. A thief or a mob are not wasting their time talking to you or making you realize you have a shit boyfriend. And I..." he continued, his tone turning almost smug, "am Zac Bratva. I don't need to prove anything to you. But since I can see what I have done, know this...I am not going harm you."

"But you, woman," he let out a low humorless chuckle, "are such a fool."

I heard the man's mocking words, his derision was like a knife stabbing my heart. I slowly went to my knees in shame and pain; my tears could no longer hold themselves back. Each drop was a testament to the ruin of my existence, a life shattered beyond repair.

Givon did this to me... he sold me off... he sold me off! What happened last light!" I thought to myself as I heard the door open before it got shut loudly, making it clear the man left the room.