New Clothes

Pandora had one arm raised behind her back. Her fingers struggled to touch the straps of the dress that hung down her back because of one man's actions. Pandora had no choice but to stay in the wet and skimpy clothes from Aquela, none of which could be found in the penthouse belonging to the man beside her, the man who had rushed out when Pandora chose to separate herself.

Half-glancing at Pandora, she noticed that the man in question was busy tying a black tie, followed by a blue suit covering a large body.

Still trying unsuccessfully. Pandora stood on her tiptoes slightly to reach what she was doing. She almost flinched when large fingers took over and thrust her arms forward.

"Your mouth can be used to ask for help."

The ropes that flowed downward were each tied tightly. Pandora's body tightened as her chest puffed out in response to the volume of clothing that made her feel uncomfortable.

The rope tie was complete. The stranger's fingers slid across the surface of Pandora's chest.

Pandora's intermittent breathing was rhythmic with the pounding of her heart and a sense of alarm. The warm touch in the hollow of her neck was like something stinging. Pandora was frozen in place, completely lost in the seduction of desire, which moved with a deep suction on her shoulder line.

"You like this."

Such a hoarse whisper went along with a small nibble on Pandora's earlobe. Instantly Pandora's sanity snapped. She brushed off the fingers that had been playing on her body for a long time. Stepping back away from the dangerous cage in front of her eyes.

"You should get ready to leave," Pandora said with an excited sigh. That sardonic smile forced her to keep dodging.

"Yes, I'll leave immediately as long as I get one kiss back from you."

"That can't be happening—"

"I owned the rules. I can do what I want."

No idea how the man sped up. Next thing, Pandora's body was trapped between a corner of the wall. A strong masculine scent filled Pandora's sense of smell. She couldn't deny that the man had an intoxicating scent. Pandora almost fell into a trance.

"Please move away." She blinked rapidly, occasionally pushing at the broad chest that was quite close to her face. "You're taking my breath away." Pandora had to remind me that the rope The dress was too tightly constricting. She tried hard to pull the ties tight, but Pandora was unable to reach the remaining part of the ribbon knot behind her back.

"Oh!" Pandora shrieked violently. She didn't even realize that she was being turned against the wall. Pandora had so little room to move. The man pulled off all the fastened parts of her dress.

"It's not difficult to ask others for help. Just say, 'I need your help.' How hard can it be?"

It wouldn't have been difficult if the person in front of Pandora didn't have a rude, arrogant, and dominant side that Pandora couldn't conquer. Instead of asking for help, fear first entered her mind. She didn't want him to feel big with a single request for 'help,' even if the man with the sharp lines was the only person beside Pandora.

"Thank you for your help."

As soon as she was freed, Pandora covered her bare chest. She wanted to walk out of the bedroom where she had changed, but the sound of the bell from outside simultaneously attracted the attention of the two people in the room.

"Wait here. Don't go anywhere until I get back."

He's better off not coming back!

Pandora thought to herself. Her breath caught as the man turned to look at her. It was only a moment later that the stranger's large body was swallowed up by the door.

"Why do I have to meet a weird and annoying person like him!"

Pandora rubbed her face roughly. She paced here and there uncertainly, awaiting the unexpected arrival of the man whose name was currently unknown.

"My cell phone." She again spoke to herself as she remembered Anna and contacted her former roommate. Since arriving in Cambridge, Pandora had forgotten to tell Anna, or at least send a text message, about her condition, as Aquela always asked Pandora to carry out work activities without pause.

Pandora moved quickly to open the nightstand drawer. Her cautious attitude led her to make this decision. Deliberately hiding the flat object and her bag there in case the stranger would do something.

'Sorry for not calling you, Ann. I've been in Cambridge. You don't need to worry. I'm fine'.

The sentence was sent after Pandora read through a series of messages received from yesterday. She was too busy just scrolling through her phone. Far too busy refraining from things of a scary nature.

After a few minutes, Pandora's cell phone rang. Not a reply from Anna, but an email notification from the Bristol college account, the college where Pandora had.

No idea if Pandora saw it wrong or what. The opening greeting made her heart skip a beat, and the contents made her heart fall even more. She only had one week to file the paperwork.

"I got a full scholarship?" She wondered cluelessly. Why and how did that happen ....

"What are you looking at?"

A man's deep voice suddenly jolted Pandora's attention. The same man she had last met stood in the doorway with a shopping bag in hand. Pandora is already under contract with the man.

What could she say to explain her overwhelming desire to go back to college?

"I—"

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll wait 10 seconds, and you should be done."

The man placed the shopping bag onto the bed, and without another word had left Pandora alone in the room with the room sealed.

"One."

The first count forced Pandora to stare at the door frame in disbelief. She hadn't even taken the contents of the shopping bag out yet.

"Two."

Pandora hurried quickly. She was a little astonished to find long jeans and skimpy, tight-fitting clothes laid out in front of her, along with two undergarments in matching colors. There was no way 10 seconds could be used to put on the entire outfit.

"What's wrong with him?" Pandora grumbled as she threw her clothes on the floor. Her wet black bra and panties were all that remained. Pandora took everything off. She hurriedly put on the essential underwear, followed by a well-fitting top, no less and no more—just the right size.

"You have five seconds!"

"I have to get rid of that freak!"

Pandora struggled to get one foot into the hole of her jeans. Her heart stopped when the door was suddenly forced open. A mischievous grin emerged from the eyes sliced with mixed shades of color, but Pandora dared not confirm her memory of the shape of the eyes or the special designation 'spectrum' for the rare eye color.

"Get out. I'm not done yet!"