Chapter 6: The Call

(Angela's POV)

“I will never agree to sleep with you if you are still in a relationship with my elder sister,” I told Richard through clenched teeth as I stood up from the chair.

“We shall see about that. Take care, Mr. Moraga. I only decided to contact you and let you know that I have your second daughter with me,” Richard said, still on the phone with my father.

“Please, Richard. Let’s reconsider this offer. Angela has big dreams of becoming a medical doctor. She cannot become a sex slave. Please. There are tons of young women out there without ambition. Not my second daughter, please,” my father begged.

“Don’t worry. I will take care of it,” Richard replied.

The call ended. Richard slipped his phone into his trouser pocket and looked at my face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, taking a step toward me.

“Stay away from me! If you dare come closer, I will scream,” I said.

He laughed.

“Go on. It seems you’ve forgotten whose house you are in. You are in my house, Princess. So scream all you want. No one will come to your rescue.”

“Please, let me go. I don’t want to be your sex slave,” I said as he came to stand in front of me.

Richard was so tall that I barely reached his shoulder.

“I know,” he replied. “You will be going to college with me by Monday, so once I have you registered, you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me.”

Richard stepped away from me, pulled open the door, and stood there, waiting.

“Come on. It’s getting late, and I need to shower and rest for tonight.”

I gulped and followed him.

*Where was he taking me?* I pondered.

Richard led me through the corridor and back into the living room. He continued upstairs, and I followed close behind.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

Richard paused at the top of the stairs and glanced back at me.

“To sleep with you. What more?”

My heart began to race, but I immediately looked away.

“I cannot do it.”

“You don’t have to do it tonight. I will guide you when the time comes. But that isn’t the deal, so keep quiet and come with me.”

Richard continued to the top floor, and I tiredly followed him.

When we reached the sitting area, he gestured toward the couch.

“Have a seat. I’m going to get the document for you to sign.”

Richard walked away while I sat on the black couch and waited for his return.

A few minutes later, Richard came back with a document and a pen in his hands.

“Here is the document. You may choose not to sign it tonight; that’s your business. But the sooner you sign it, the sooner I will grant you your freedom,” Richard said as he sat across from me.

“Really?” I asked doubtfully, forcing a small smile.

I immediately skimmed through the document, and my eyes widened when I saw the words written at the top.

**Rules and Regulations**

“What is this supposed to mean?” I asked, looking at his face.

Before he could reply, his phone rang.

Richard fished it out of his pocket and answered the call. “Hello, babe.”

Bile rose in my stomach when I heard my sister’s soft voice.

“Hey, sweetie. I’m calling to know if you got home safely. I’m so sorry I left the club early with my sister. You know she isn’t the club type of person,” Isabella said.

Richard put the call on speaker, and my fists clenched.

“I know. She is so innocent that I can’t wait to spoil her,” Richard replied.

Isabella gasped.

“Huh? What is that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my younger sister?” she asked, her voice filled with nervousness.

Richard looked at me and smiled.

He didn’t tell my sister that he had bought me. He didn’t tell her that he had branded me with his name, too.

The tattoo still hurt, yet he was smiling as he spoke to Isabella.

“I’m not interested in your sister, Isabella. What can she offer me? I like my women hot and wild in bed, and you don’t fit into that category either,” Richard said as he looked away from me.

“But I am hot already. How else do you want me to prove that I can be your woman? Please, Richard,” Isabella pleaded.

I stared at Richard.

He rose from his chair and walked toward the door.

“I already made myself clear to you from the first day. It is against my rules to fall in love. I do not love you, Isabella, and you shouldn’t expect a man like me to commit to you. I only agreed to date you for mutual understanding and to prevent my father from arranging a marriage for me. You know the mafia, and I am his only son. I have my own desires, and you don’t match them.”

Richard unlocked the door and stepped into the adjoining room. His voice became muffled, and I could no longer hear the rest of his conversation with Isabella.

I lowered my gaze to the document he had given me.

It was already past midnight, and I wondered whether my parents had scolded Isabella. Shouldn’t she have known that Richard was the one holding me hostage?

Or didn’t she care that I had been sold off to him?

I yawned and stretched. Sleep weighed heavily on me.

Sighing, I stood up from the exquisite sitting room block couch and walked to the coffee table. I placed the document and pen there.

Then I reached for the remote on the table and placed it on top of the document to keep the papers from getting lost.

I was tired and needed to find the restroom.

However, when I turned to walk away, I froze.

A middle-aged woman stood behind me.

“Oh my goodness! You almost freaked me out!” I exclaimed.

The woman wore a black dress. She was of average height with a slender body.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said. “I’m Madonna Kai, Master Richard’s housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room.”

I sighed with relief.

“Thank you.”

I hurried back to the coffee table, picked up the document and the pen, and followed her downstairs.

When we reached the guest-room door, Madonna stopped and pushed it open.

“You can make use of this room. Will you need anything else?” she asked.

“No, I’m fine. It’s late now. Good night, Madam,” I replied as I entered the room.

“All right. Good night, too.”

She turned around and left the corridor.

I sighed and looked around the beautiful guest room. Its walls were painted white, and the furniture looked expensive.

I wondered whether Richard was watching me through a hidden camera.

I walked to the nightstand and placed the document and pen on it.

The pen carried Richard’s scent. I shook my head, annoyed that I had noticed it.

Why was I thinking about his cologne at a time like this?

I placed the pen on top of the document and secured it with the remote.

Then I went into the bathroom to relieve myself.

When I returned, I sat slowly on the bed.

I didn’t have any clothes with me. I was tired and too sleepy to remove my dress, so I left it on.

I was afraid Richard might enter the room and force himself on me. Although the room had a lock, who knew whether Richard had another key?

I carefully shut my eyes.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, I succumbed to sleep.