Chapter 6: The Call

ANGELA

"I will never agree to sleep with you if you're 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 just wanted to contact you and let you know I have your second daughter with me," Richard said, still on the phone with my father.

"Please, Master Richard. Please, let's reconsider this. Angela has big dreams of becoming a surgeon. She cannot become a sex slave, please. There are plenty of young women out there without ambition—not my second daughter, please…" my father begged, and Richard replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Moraga. I'll take care of it."

The call ended, and Richard slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket and looked at me.

"Why did you stop talking?" he asked, stepping closer.

"Stay away from me! If you dare come closer, I'll scream," I said, stepping backward, and Richard laughed.

"Haha! Go ahead. It seems you've forgotten whose house you're in. You're in my house, Princess. So scream all you want—no one will come to your rescue."

"Please, Master, let me go. I don't want to be your sex slave," I told Richard as he came and stood in front of me. He was tall that I barely reached his shoulder.

"I know, Princess. You'll be going with me to college by Monday. School starts Monday. Once I've registered you, you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me." Richard stepped away from me and pulled the door open. I breathed out with relief, seeing him standing in the middle of the doorway.

"Come on, Princess. It's getting late, and I need to shower and rest for the night," Richard said, and I gulped and followed him.

*Where was he taking me?* I wondered, walking out of the room behind him.

Richard led me out through the corridor and back into the living room, then made his way upstairs. I asked him, "Where are you taking me?"

Richard paused at the top of the stairs and glanced back at me. "To sleep with you. What else?" he smirked.

I felt my heartbeat accelerate, but I immediately looked away and replied, "I can't do it."

"You don't have to do anything. I'll guide you. But that's not the deal right now. So keep quiet and come with me."

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

Once we reached the top floor, Richard gestured for me to take a seat on the black couch and said, "Have a seat. I'm getting the document for you to sign." He walked away as I sat on the sitting room black couch and waited for his return.

A few minutes later, Richard returned, holding a document and a pen.

"Here's the document. You might choose not to sign it tonight—that's your business. But the sooner you sign it, the sooner I'll grant you your freedom," he stated, sitting across from me.

"Really?" I asked him, doubtful, and smiled.

I glanced through the document, and my eyes widened in shock at what was written at the top.

**Rules and Regulations**

"What's this supposed to mean?" I asked, looking at his face.

His phone rang before he could reply, and he pulled it out and answered the call, "Hello, babe."

Bile rose in my stomach when I heard Isabella's voice on the line.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm calling to see if you got home safely. I'm so sorry I left the club early with my sister—you know she's not the club type," Isabella said, as Richard put the phone on loud speaker and my fist clenched.

"I know. She's so innocent, and I can't wait to spoil her," Richard replied, and Isabella gasped.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my sister?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with nervousness.

Richard glanced at my face and smirked. He hadn't mentioned to my sister that he'd bought me, nor that I'd been branded with his name.

The tattoo still hurt, and here he was, smiling with my sister on the line.

"Isabella, I'm not interested in your sister. What could she offer me? I like my women hot and wild in bed, and you don't fit that category either," Richard stated, looking away from me.

"But I'm already hot, Richard. How else do you want me to prove I can be your woman? Please…" Isabella pleaded, and I watched Richard's face. He rose from his chair and walked toward his bedroom door.

"Isabella, I made myself clear to you from day one—it's against my rule to fall in love. I don't love you, and don't expect a man like me to commit to you. I only agreed to date you out of mutual understanding, and to keep my father from arranging a marriage for me. You know the mafia boss, and I'm his only son. I have my own desires, and you don't meet the quality."

Richard unlocked his bedroom door and went inside, and I couldn't hear the rest of his conversation with Isabella.

I fixed my gaze on the document Richard had given me to sign and studied it.

It was past midnight, and I wondered if my parents had scolded Isabella. Had she even realized Richard was the one holding me hostage now? Or did she not care that I'd been sold off to him?

I yawned and stretched, already half-asleep.

Sighing, I stood up from the black couch in the exquisite sitting room, then walked to the coffee table and set the document and pen down.

I reached for a remote on the coffee table and used it to weigh down the document, so it wouldn't go missing.

Tired, I decided to find the restroom to relieve myself.

But as I turned to walk away, I froze to see a middle-aged woman standing behind me.

"Oh my goodness! You almost scared me half to death!" I exclaimed. The woman wore a black dress, average height, with a slender build.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Madonna Kai, Master Richard's housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room," she said, politely, and I sighed with relief.

"Alright. Take me there," I replied, picking up the pen and document and hurriedly following her downstairs.

When we arrived at the guest room door, Madonna stopped and pushed it open.

"You can make use of this room, Miss. Will you need anything else?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine. It's late now. Goodnight, ma'am," I told her, and went straight into the room.

"Alright. Goodnight to you too," Madonna replied, turning and leaving the corridor.

I sighed and looked around the beautiful guest room, painted all in white.

I scanned the room, wondering if I was under surveillance.

Sighing, I went to the nightstand and set the document and pen down safely.

The pen carried Master Richard's scent, and I knew he would need it back.

Shaking my head to snap out of it—still catching the faint fragrance of his cologne on the pen—I set it on the document and propped both up with the remote.

After relieving myself in the bathroom, I returned to the bed and slowly sat down.

I didn't even have a change of clothes with me.

I was tired and too sleepy to bother taking off my blue dress.

I felt scared Richard might come into the room and force himself on me. The room had a lock, but who knew whether Richard had a spare key to get in.

I carefully shut my eyes and succumbed to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.