The trip didn't take too long. The black car was driven at the maximum speed limit, and nothing blocked its speed. As soon as she arrived, Bellamie was immediately dragged away by the man who had slapped her. The woman didn't want to speak at all. Her icy gaze stared at everyone he met in the luxurious mansion he was now entering.
"Change her clothes and make sure everything is clean," ordered the man who had been sitting in front of Bellamie. The slap pushed Bellamie to the ground, and she fell right under the feet of one of the maids there.
"Yes sir."
"And make sure this bastard doesn't run away. Or you die!"
Bellamie looked up and saw the maid gulp in fear. Immediately Bellamie was helped to stand up and rushed away. She also ordered some people to follow her. Bellamie glanced around her. The mansion is vast as well as luxurious.
"Miss, I hope you cooperate. Do not act or the guard dogs will not hesitate to be brought out to catch and kill you," warned the servant.
"Where is this?" Bellamie slightly adjusted the tattered jacket she was wearing. They are now in a large elegant room with a lot of expensive furniture.
"Vore Mansion belongs to Mr Alexander Millian."
Bellamy's eyes widened in shock. Her heart was beating faster, cold sweat suddenly came out, and her body shook.
"Prepare lunch, Maria. Don't let this woman faint before meeting Mr Alex." The waiter again gave the order. Unbeknownst to Bellamie, the woman's head was so full of Alexander Millian's figure that she clothes had been stripped.
That name gave her goosebumps—the owner of the Vore Club, where she is also the master of the North Metro. Lots of women want to be around her to reach a safe position. Even if there was, it was only for a day, and the woman was no longer named. It felt like a death sentence, but Bellamie never heard any complaints from the Dancing Women.
When Bellamie took a break from the tiredness of pacing back and forth delivering drinks, she often heard such muffled whispers inside. But Bellamie didn't care. Her mind was just packed. How to get out of here. He had calculated everything but still had no gaps.
"Miss, how long do you want to soak?"
Bellamie was startled and immediately got up from half lying down. She didn't realize that the foam water had almost swallowed her. Her hair was also wet because maybe one of them had shampooed it.
"Get dressed, Miss. Unless you want to get into trouble."
***
The atmosphere in this room made Bellamie suffocate. This room was much more spacious and luxurious than the room she had used to change clothes. What she wore seemed to be the most delicate garment in her forty-five years of life—my session sleeve dress with a shallow collar. It more or less shows the cleavage of the chest that does not use any support.
Her skin suddenly smelled nice and soft, and She didn't know what she was using because the maid was the one who rubbed it all over her body. Not to mention that this time her blonde hair was neatly styled and slightly wavy with a small pin on the left side. A delicious meal was served before she was brought here, making Bellamie eat greedily. Since last night no food has come in except for rain drops.
Every time she takes a bite, she considers it the last part of her pathetic life. She had given up hope of meeting his son. In her hands now, there is a judge who will decide her life. In less than two hours, Bellamie thought, she met the figure of Alexander Millian. The news and voices she had heard while working were getting more assertive in her head.
"If you have to die, die. At least I've often tried to get out of this place. God knows best what my business is like. I'm so sorry, son. Sorry."
The scent of lavender in this room was so gentle it lulled Bellamie. The air that rotates here is also superb. A large bed with a blanket and a pillow arrangement that is very comfortable to sleep on is waiting to be touched. But not. Bellamie chose to wait for what would happen instead of laying her body there.
The sound of the large carved door opened perfectly. She was showing the figure of a tall, well-built man with icy eyes. His long silver hair fluttered along with his significant steps towards Bellamie, who chose to sit by the window. Bellamie, who realized the room's owner was coming, stood up and then looked down. The rules at Voce Club require all parties to be submissive when the ruler arrives. Without exception.
Bellamie had never met Alexander in person while working there. She belongs to the ranks of lowly workers who will be very difficult to meet Alex. But she still had to look down even though he had never met her. And now, in front of him, the ruler stood.
"Raise your head."
All of Bellamie's nerve cells shuddered and trembled. She felt the tip of her legs could no longer support her body to stand upright. Slowly she lifted his head and looked at the businessman. For a split second, Bellamie was stunned. Aristocratic lines and the shape of his very handsome face were in front of her. His eyes were cold and stiff. He was so tall that Bellamie had to look up to meet those icy eyes. He was wrapped in a black shirt coupled with a thick silver coat, adding to the impression that this man is not a man who can be approached carelessly.
He slowly removed the black gloves Alex was wearing. Once free, he used to grab Bellamie's chin. 'What's your name."
It felt like Bellamie was barely on the floor anymore. The motion pressed him so hard that he had to hold on to the hand still under the silver coat. How bold, but Bellamie was no longer able to support her body. The dark and terrifying aura immediately made Bellamie almost lose half her breath here.
"Be-bellamie, sir," she whispered.
"Only that?"
With what little courage she had left, Bellamie shook her head. "Bellamie Rosaline."
Bellamie's chin was immediately released. There was a very, very brief pause in which Alex was taken aback. But soon, he knew what to do. He smiled faintly. His eyes scanned the woman standing with a trembling body in front of him. He didn't recognize her face but her name. Right. The name of the woman who became his sworn enemy. Oh… Xavier. Too bad. That damn man should have seen and witnessed firsthand that the woman he loves is in his hands.
In one crush, Alex could tell that Xavier would be furious and raise his gun. But… Alex doesn't think so. If he can negotiate, surely he can get what he wants. Unfortunately… Xavier disappeared. Or pretend to disappear? He had been searching for a dozen years because the thing he was after was in Xavier's hands.
It was possible that since this woman was now in her room, Xavier would appear.
Ah… why didn't he think of it?
"You know what you did wrong?"
Bellamie gulped, and she immediately cut out the look in her eyes. She was afraid. Really. She used one hand to hold the other hand—both shaking.
"I don't know," she answered slowly. So quietly, she felt like she regretted having answered because the silver-haired man laughed after he answered. That's terrible.
"You don't know, do you?"
Bellamie was finding it harder and harder to breathe when Alex suddenly leaned in. Very close.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I, I,"
Alex pressed Bellamie firmly where the woman's lips, trembling while answering all her questions, were crushed. Without caring, Bellamie would run out of breath, and she suddenly grabbed the blonde's waist so she wouldn't fall. She was constantly scooping it greedily and exploring everything he could on Bellamie's springy surface. His grin deepened as he felt. There was a salty taste that he thought between their kisses.
"I'll give you an apology depending on how you serve me in bed." Alex immediately let go of the kiss. His eyes stared straight at the woman who was panting at him. The woman's lips swelled. Alex realized this woman was no longer young or like his comfort woman. But… there was one urge that made him want to make her submissive here. Besides, Alex wasn't sure that Bellamie knew who Xavier was.
The informants have confirmed this.
Bellamie Rosaline is a gentle and warm woman who Xavier always protects. It's in his hands now.
"How?"
Alex could see Bellamie's face turning paler.
"What… was it after I was released?"
A triumphant grin was already imprinted on Alex's face. In one fell swoop, he lifted her and placed her on his shoulder. There was no struggle, only a tiny sob there. Alex doesn't care. As long as Xavier didn't show up and gave up what he wanted, Bellamie was his prisoner.
Bellamie dropped it roughly, making the bed reflect a little bit of the woman's body. Not wanting to lose her chance, Alex grabbed Bellamie's lips greedily. At the same time, Bellamie's heart was broken. While working at the Vore Club, she only delivered drinks and food until anyone could touch them. And now? She was even under the tutelage of another man, which did not give her any pause to refuse.
"Never look away from me, Bellamie."
At first, when the moist lips that were satisfied sucking and playing with their tongue in Bellamie's mouth were playing around Bellamie's white neck, the woman didn't resist and resisted all the touches that Alex gave. Even though no one had touched her long ago, it didn't mean that Bellamie was numb. Being treated between rough and gentle at the same time makes his heart war.
"Look and see everything I did to you." Alex traced every inch of Bellamie's face to the tip of her cleavage. The woman's breath rose and fell rapidly. Alex could feel his heartbeat at the ends of his fingers. "Serve me well."
"W-what after…"
"There is no bargaining. Your freedom is here. In my room."