Octavia had woken up the next morning to find herself still lying on the bed.
Oh!! That was when it dawned on her.
She had really slept on the bed. She slept on Khalid's bed!!
She flinched and sat up immediately, taking a look around. Khalid wasn't in the room. Where was she?
Hold on..how could she be sure she hadn't slept on the bed without his permission?
Ah!! Of course, not. She could still remember vividly. Khalid had been the one who gave her the offer. Yes, she couldn't forget.
She was about stepping out of the bed when he asked to spend the night since it was raining. So, she was sure she was safe.
She decided to leave the bed so she could get her clothes from the floor and that was when she discovered she had a great problem with her legs.
Oh! Damn, She couldn't walk! She couldn't walk!
She crumpled her face in pains and managed to set her legs on the floor.
She stood up slowly and reached for her gown and taking a lot of effort, she dressed up.
The door opened immediately and she turned to see...
Urgh!! Becca!!! It was Becca coming in.
She sighed, hoping she doesn't try to trouble her in anyway.
Becca was undoubtedly shocked as well as she stood in between the door and watched with furrowed brows. Hold on..
What's going on?? What's the newbie doing here - she thought.
"You?" She moved away from the door and walked towards Octavia.
"What're you doing here?"
She couldn't understand why she was there so early, her hair looking rough, her face looking pale and her dress looking rough as well. Of course, she wouldn't spend the night there.
Octavia, with her phlegmatic temperament, just bent her head and didn't say a word.
"l'm talking to you!" Becca snapped.
"Did you come here to steal or what??? Answer me!"
The door of the bathroom suddenly opened and both ladies turned to have a look. It was Khalid.
He seemed to had just finished running a shower as his body was wet and had just a towel tied around his waist.
Octavia was almost overwhelmed by the sight in front of her. Her lips parted open in surprise. Could that be real???
How could he be so...
"Khalid..." Becca called immediately.
She was startled at how nonchalant he reacted towards Octavia's presence in the room. Did he know she was there or what?
"Good morning, M...Master" Octavia's voice cracked a little.
There was silence as Khalid ignored both ladies for a few seconds and went to his wardrobe to take out what he wanted.
"You can leave, Octavia" he finally said and Octavia swallowed hard and turned away from him.
She bowed like he could see her and taking a glance at Becca, she walked out of the room.
Becca was astonished.
"Khalid?" She called, going closer to him.
"I don't...I don't understand what's going on. Did she.. sleep in here!" She asked, hoping he'd give her a negative answer.
"You ruined me last night, Becca. What
did you expect? I needed someone else"
he scoffed as he took out a shirt and black trouser from his closest.
That was it. Becca felt a sting in her chest as soon as he made those words.
He needed someone else. He used someone else. And Octavia was the person. Octavia slept in his room! Good
Lord!!
She lost her tongue. She tried speaking out but discovered her tongue was too heavy to speak. Oh! Creators, Khalid!!!
He slept with the newbie - again!!
Khalid took the clothes he wanted and went into the inner room to get dressed.
He had a meeting to attend.
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Octavia forced herself not to leap as she returned back to the room. It was a long walk from Khalid's and since she had to walk pass a lot of people, she decided not to show them she was hurting.
Finally, she got to her room and released the pained breath she had been holding the whole time. Oh!! She could hardly wait.
She winced and leapt to the bed to sit, her waist, legs and womanhood hurting so much. How could Khalid be this rough with her, huh? How?
She sat on the bed for a long time, trying to regain her strength and it took her quite sometime before she was able to acknowledge the fact that Mica wasn't in the room. Where did she go?
She wondered.
Her mind suddenly drifted to the previous night before Khalid had summoned her. Oh! She still had Mica's
questions to deal with. How did she get
to know she was running from someone?
How on earth did she find out?
Does she need to tell her the truth? But
she was scared of the truth. What it
someone gets to know about it? And it
puts her in trouble? Her reason for staying there needed to be kept a secret until her mission is finally accomplished. She couldn't risk it.
She took in a deep breath and decided
to go in for a bath. Yeah, she really needed the bath.
She got into the bathroom, controlled the shower to produce hot water and she had the longest bath she had ever had since she arrived. She just enjoyed the water.
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She came out when she was done, a towel around her chest and on her way to the wardrobe, something from the window gripped her attention.
She saw him - Khalid and his boys walking towards their cars. Was he going out? She wondered.
She held onto the window as she stared
innocuously. Staring at him suddenly
ressurected the previous night incidence into her and for a second, her legs shook and almost gave in to her. Her breath hitched a little.
She could remember all the touch, grunting, her cries, slapping of flesh and how everything happened in the darkness.
Oh! She could remember every single thing and they made her heart beat rapidlly with each step.
She could see him talking to Moscow before finally, entering his car.
Oh! Becca wasn't with him. Didn't she see
him off at least?
She continued watching them, even until the numerous flashy cars drove out of the gate.
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"Don't touch her, Moscow" Khalid said to Moscow as he stood in front of the opened car.
Moscow didn't react because he had no idea what he was talking about.
"I don't understand, Master" he said truthfully.
"The new girl Octavia. Don't try to use s*x on her" Khalid further explained and that was the part that got Moscow alarmed.
This time around, he didn't know how to react to it.
"M.. Master?" He scoffed.
"I still don't understand. Why?"
"She hates it" came Khalid's curt reply.
Okay.
Now Moscow was finding the whole
thing really absurd.
She hates it??? So, why should he care?
The whole thing was affecting his sanity.
"But....she needs to be trained in the aspect of s*x and pleasure" he objected, his face expressing all the confusion he felt.
Khalid sighed and moved closer to the car.
"I'll do that myself" he mumbled and finally entered the car.
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To be continued!