Chapter 06: His Toy In Red.

Bree.

I stood in the middle of the big apartment, feeling completely lost. The guards had left me here hours ago. Now the sun was setting, and the city lights were starting to shine through the huge windows.

A soft knock came on the door. Two maids walked in. They both wore masks, just like everyone else in this place. One of them carried a beautiful red dress. The other held makeup and shoes.

“Time to get ready,” the taller maid said quietly. “He will come soon.”

They started dressing me without asking. I stood there like a doll. They took off my old clothes and slipped the red dress over my body.

The dress was tight. It hugged my breasts and my waist, then flowed down to my thighs. It had a long slit on one side that showed my leg when I moved.

They put black heels on my feet and did my makeup....dark eyes, red lips. They even brushed my hair until it looked soft and shiny.

When they finished, they stepped back as i walked to the big mirror and looked at myself.

I looked so sexy. The red dress made my body look dangerous, full breasts pushing against the fabric, hips curving nicely, legs looking long in the heels.

My lips were bright red, ready to be kissed. But my eyes… my eyes looked sad. Empty. Like a girl who had lost everything.

“Why am I dressed like this?” I asked the maid who was still fixing my hair. “Like I’m going to a party?”

The maid kept her eyes down. She didn’t want to look at me directly.

“It’s what he likes,” she whispered.

I turned to face her. “Tell me about him. The billionaire. What kind of man is he?”

The maid’s hands froze for a second. She looked scared. “He… he is very powerful. Everyone listens to him. No one says no.”

She paused, then added in a very small voice, “It’s better not to ask too many questions, miss. He doesn’t like when people talk about him.”

Her voice shook a little. It made me feel cold inside. Even the people who worked for him were afraid.

I tried again. “Is he kind to his wife? Does he love her?”

The maid stepped back quickly. “I cannot talk about that. Please… just be ready when he comes.”

She finished her work, bowed her head, and left the room with the other maid. The door clicked shut behind them. I was alone again.

I walked to the big window and looked down. The lights of the city sparkled like stars. Then I saw a black car stop in front of the building.

A tall man stepped out. Even from here, I knew it was him. The billionaire. My heart started beating faster. A few minutes later, the door to the apartment opened.

He walked in wearing a black suit. His mask was still on, but I could feel his eyes on me. He closed the door slowly and looked me up and down.

“You look beautiful,” he said. His voice was low and smooth. “Red suits you. Makes you look like fire.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t choose it. Your maids dressed me like a doll.”

He smiled under the mask and walked closer. “That’s the point. I like control. And tonight, I want to control every part of you.”

He stopped right in front of me. The smell of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke filled the air. My body remembered his touch even though my mind wanted to forget.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, voice shaking a little. “You have a wife. You have money. Why do you need me like this?”

He reached out and gently touched my cheek with one finger. “Because the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. Strong. Angry. Full of fire. Most women just say yes to me but you fight and I like that.”

His finger moved down to my neck, then traced the edge of the red dress near my breasts. “I could have chosen any girl. But I chose you. That means something, Bree.”

For a second, his voice sounded almost soft. Like there was a real feeling behind the words. But then he pulled his hand back and laughed quietly.

“Don’t get confused,” he said. “This is not love. This is business. You give me a child. I give you money and freedom... Simple.”

I felt angry again. The soft moment disappeared as I whispered shakily. “Business? You treat me like a whore. You dress me up. You order me to shave. You watch me on cameras. Is that your idea of business?”

His eyes darkened behind the mask. “Watch your mouth. I can make your life very easy or very hard. You already know I have all it takes to do so.”

We started arguing. Our voices got louder.

“You think you can own me?” I shouted. “I’m not your toy!”

“You already spread your legs for me once,” he shot back. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.”

I scoffed. “You forced the situation!”

He sighed. “I didn’t force anything. You wanted it. Your body told me the truth even when your mouth lied.”

Back and forth we went. The words were sharp and fast. My chest was rising and falling. His body was tense.

Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me hard against him. Before I could say another word, he shut me up with a kiss.

It was rough at first. Hungry. His lips pressed against mine like he was claiming me. I tried to push him away, but my hands ended up holding his suit instead.

The kiss became deeper and hotter. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned without meaning to.

He pushed me back until my back hit the wall. One of his hands slid down my thigh through the slit of the dress. The other hand gripped my hair, tilting my head so he could kiss me even harder.

We were making out like we were starving for each other. My body was on fire. My nipples were hard against the red dress. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, pressing against my stomach.

He broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine.

His voice was rough and low when he spoke again. “Are you ready for me to go in?”

The question hung in the air between us. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. My body was saying yes even as my mind screamed no.

I looked into the dark eyes behind the mask, breathing fast, waiting for what would happen next.