Penthouse

"This will be a temporary home." A handsome man with beautiful eyes and an undercut hairdo led Pandora's small steps through the penthouse.

It can only be according to its current position. Pandora had signed the contract. She paused to watch the perfectly sculpted face, whose one smile was both sweet and adoring. Should Pandora believe that such a man had bought her for 200 million pounds—absolutely, along with all the agreements written on paper?

The first and most important rule Pandora must abide by is that the man has full power over Pandora's body and entire life. Secondly, the prohibition against interfering in the man's affairs. Simply put, they were two strangers, forced to fulfill each other's needs.

"There is only one room. If you're tired, please take a rest."

A deep frown appeared on Pandora's forehead. One room, that means... no! It's too early. At least Pandora needed time to adapt. The man said the penthouse they were staying in would only be a temporary home; there should be another one. At least for the man to live in.

"I may sleep here, but what about you?" asked Pandora, hoping he wouldn't say what she was afraid of.

"I will leave because later the boss will come to accompany you."

"What do you mean?"

Pandora's confusion was compounded. There is a 'bos' amongst 'bosses'; is that what the man was really saying?

"I am Helios. Just an intermediary. The boss will be here in the next hour. Prepare; don't disappoint him. Go inside the room."

Helios.

Pandora recited the same name over and over again until the broad back had left her like a helpless girl. Pandora scared herself with her mind filled with all sorts of complications. She was seized with the panic of having to drown alone in the penthouse—one of the things Pandora avoided the most. Especially what she could do to prepare herself? Who was the man who had bought her, and what if she disappointed him? Pandora had nothing; she was completely unprepared. Never will be.

Trembling, Pandora crawled onto the bed. She pulled the thick blanket over almost half of her body. Pandora insisted on keeping her eyes closed. However, as much as she tried to calm herself down. Still, no amount of words could coax her into slumber.

For hours Pandora continued to play with her fingers. She closed her eyes even tighter, deliberately sinking one side of her face deeper as she heard faint footsteps approaching.

Fear. Pandora counted in between silences, hoping that the night to be spent in a new place would not become a terrible scourge.

Pandora's body jerked as she felt the rough embrace. Her back brushed against someone's broad chest, and one could feel the excited breathing behind.

"I thought you were sleeping."

The heavy accent—typical of sexy and seductive man—made Pandora have to restrain herself from making the slightest sound.

"Your job is to serve me. Hurry up!"

Pandora's body was suddenly flipped over. The dim, ordinary light shone on the handsome face that washed away the sanity even though it was not fully visible.

Pandora's small half-open lips studied the man's visual structure in the dimness. Pandora could not recognize the patterned iris under these circumstances. Could it be that the man has such a rare eye color?

"You're very small, but I can feel your chest... um, very full."

If the room had been brightly lit, he might have been able to see Pandora's face turn red.

Pandora slightly misbehaved and pushed away his firm chest. Pandora's movement was halted by the choke under her arm. Slowly Pandora tried to free herself from the tightening grip. She didn't even know the name of the man she was with.

"Let go of me—"

Stunned speechless as large fingers brushed the surface of her skin, the contrast with the grip that still lingered almost crushed the bones in her.

"Can you please let me go? It hurts so much," Pandora said, bringing the man to his senses.

She did not break immediately. Instead, the mysterious man changed his position on Pandora's body with the angle of his arms supporting her on the bed. Pandora's eyes widened as the strong squeeze on her chest increased considerably. What a man, who unfortunately, if Pandora had to make a judgment, she could describe him as extraordinarily handsome, even under minimal lighting. But really, that man didn't know how to be gentle.

"Stop this. Please."

Pandora moved uncomfortably, trying to separate the finger links. And also wanted to avoid the different attacks that might occur.

"Take off your clothes."

The man spoke matter—of—factly, as if Pandora would just obey all such weightless orders.

It's not like that.

If only Pandora had more power, at least money to buy off the words of men who continue to degrade a woman's self-esteem. She would never have been trapped in such a helpless state.

Chris needed huge medical expenses, and Aquela had trapped her into being a poor girl.

"I said take off your clothes!"

Pandora shook her head quickly. "You can't touch me tonight. I have a monthly visitor."

"Don't you ever try lying to me!"

Pandora's throat was dry. Amazingly, the man knew what was lodged at the top of her mind. The heavy voice that whispered coldly made Pandora realize that Helios had warned her not to disappoint the man in front of her. By including a lie, she had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry." Pandora swallowed harshly. "But I'm really not ready. Give me a week to prepare myself," Pandora said, hoping the man would consider her offer.

"One week is too long. I'm giving you one night."

Pandora's eyes darted around in disbelief. One night didn't give her a chance to breathe freely.

"Five days." Still trying to negotiate. Pandora's fingers unconsciously grasped tightly to the plain T-shirt on the chest of the man who was looking at her intensely.

"My desire is great. Five days is too long."

"But—" No idea why the sentence that almost came out was held back. Pandora took a deep breath. "How much time do you want?" She finally said something else.

"One day. I want you to be ready after one day. Now sleep, or I will not hesitate to stab you."

Pandora underlined the threat as dangerous. Again she had to shut up under pressure. Forget that she was face-to-face with a savage man.