Chapter Six: Pervert

"Y…you, what do you want?” Ellen’s voice trembled as she looked at Ivan.

“Come.” Ivan ordered, tapping his laps.

“No!” She rolled her eyes at him and stiffly sat on the dining chair.

“You seem unfilial. Your parents will blame you on their death bed. You're not considering them at all.”

Ivan tutted, a wicked smile spreading across his face

Immediately, Ellen stood up and walked towards him hastily, her chest heaving with anger.

“You bastard! Don't you dare.”

As if he didn't notice her anger, Ivan patted his lap again, making his meaning clear.

Ellen felt ashamed.

She was being treated like he owned her.

She turned her face to the other side to hide her tears and quickly wiped them. When she turned back, she forced a smile.

She would never let him see her cry.

In a fit of anger, she rushed towrds him and pounded her fists against his chest.

Ivan simply wrapped his arms around her waist, completely unfazed by her struggling as she pounded his chest.  He treated her resistance like nothing more than a feather brushing against him. 

“See the way you delivered yourself into my arm. Is that the way you go to other men's arms?” Ivan’s voice reverberated above her head.

Ellen slowly looked up. His face was dangerously closed to hers, and her heart skipped a beat.

She immediately struggled out of his embrace.

“You will take responsibility if you continue to move.” Ivan's voice was low as he leaned closer.

“Leave us.”

He ordered the maids and guards who were still present in the dining room.

The room emptied quickly.

Ellen's heart pounded as Ivan continued to intimidate her, making it clear that he had no intention of letting her leave simply beacuse she resisted him. 

He led Ellen’s hand over his bulge and her face reddened in an instance. He positioned her well on his lap, in a way that Ellen was straddling him. He slowly traced her thigh with his fingers and parted the lingerie in order to give him a clear view. His hands slowly walked to her forbidden area, making her breath quickened.

Her body temperature rose, and an holy sound escaped her.  

She tried to pull away, but his grip held her in place.

The humiliation was unbearable.

“Mmmr. Vladii…imiii…rrr, hmmm.”

Her voice broke as she struggled to speak.

“Say my name.” Ivan's voice carried a soft command.

Ellen squeezed her eyes shut.

“Fuck, Ivaaaaan.”

“You seem to be enjoying it.” Ivan’s words were laced with a chuckle.

As if she was doused with cold water, his words made shame burn through her.  She slowly looked at her body and saw her lingerie barely hanging on her body while Ivan’s clothes still sat on him perfectly. 

She felt exposed.

Cheap.

Like her dignity had been stripped away.

She pushed herself away from him and her face turned a shade of tomato. 

"What did you do to me?” She huffed in anger.

“Nothing. You succumbed to me.” Ivan gave her a satisfied smile while Ellen stared at him in disbelief. 

“What, you don’t believe me?” Ivan continued as he moved his fingers still around her forbidden area.

Immediately she moaned loudly. Hearing her own moan, she paused and buried her head in shame and struggled to get up.

“You pervert! You are disgusting.” She hollered at him.

“Disgusting to you, beautiful?” Ivan chuckled as he removed his fingers from her lingerie.

Ellen immediately straightened her clothes and hurried away from him.

She felt his laughter behind her, but she refused to look back.

Her feet carried her quickly toward her room as her boyfriend's face flashed through her mind.

Then she remembered his warning: “Don’t go out with him alone. He is a beast.”

But she hadn't listened.

She had thought she could handle Ivan.

The moment Ellen entered her room, the tears she had been holding back finally came rushing down.

She felt used.

Humiliated.

Abandoned.

She beat her chest in anger as tears streamed down her face.

What would she tell Ricardo?

She slowly slid down against the door, crying.

No.

She couldn't cower.

Ellen wiped her tears and forced herself to stand. Her face hardened with determination.

She would not fall.

Ellen made her way to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.

She looked broken.

She quickly stripped off the lingerie and threw it into the bin before stepping into the bathtub and picked up the body wash from the cabinet and poured it over herself.

She scrubbed her skin again and again until it turned red.

She rinsed herself and remained in the bathtub, staring blankly at the water.

Then the memories came rushing back.

Her breathing became uneven.

She cried out in frustration and slammed her fist against the side of the bathtub until pain shot through her fingers.

She looked down at her hand.

Blood began to ooze from her fingers.

But she barely noticed.

She could still remember the scene.

Her clothes had been disheveled while Ivan looked perfectly composed. Her hair had been messy, her breathing ragged, and her dignity felt trampled beneath his feet.

He had made her feel cheap.

Like a slut.

Ellen clenched her jaw.

“Since he said he could get any woman he likes without even trying, then I am the exception. I’ll never fall into his schemes.”

She closed her eyes, exhausted from crying.

Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

***

The next morning, a voice was heard on the other side of the door.

“Miss.”

It was Sarah. She waited for a response, but there was none. 

Concerned, she decided to go inside to take a look. She looked around the room and couldn't find Ellen.  Sarah was about to report to Ivan when her eyes landed on the bathroom door on a second thought.

She hadn't checked there.

She quickly opened it and her eyes widened.

Ellen was lying unconscious in the bathtub, the water already cold.

“Miss!”

Sarah rushed over and touched Ellen's forehead.  It was burning hot.

Without wasting another second, Sarah pulled her out of the bathtub and wrapped a loose gown around her body.

She hurried to find Ivan but couldn't locate him.

It seemed he had already left for the company.

Sarah had no choice and took Ellen to the hospital and decided she would inform Ivan afterward.

***

Ivan was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen before answering.

“Hello.”

His cold voice echoed through the room.

“Master, Miss is unconscious.”

Sarah's voice sounded urgent over the phone.

Ivan's expression changed.

“I’m coming.”

He ended the call.

“Meeting adjourned.”

Everyone in the room exchanged startled glances as Ivan stood up and they watched as he walked out of the board room in long strides, his deep blue eyes cold and unreadable.

He entered his private elevator and took it down to the company's private garage.

Moments later, a black SUV shot out of the garage like an arrow.

Ivan had only one thought.

Ellen.