Paul closed his eyes and rested on her bosom. He'd experienced nothing like that before. He had dated a lot of girls, but Elena was special to him—so special for him that he could not even imagine her with anyone else. He slowly raised his head to gaze at her, gripping her neck.
"Elena, you're the best," Paul said. But his expression changed when he saw Elena reacting.
"Elena, what's the matter?"
'Had she lost consciousness?' Paul thought.
"Elena, what shall I do with you? How will you deal with me daily if you can't handle this?"
He caressed the smoothness of her cheek with his lips. He stood up because he had a lot of work to do. He abruptly called the maid to the second floor. After a while, the maid appeared with a towel and a bowl of hot water.
Paul covered himself in a towel and opened the door.
Pom said, "Sir."
Paul snatched up the bowl and towel. But, suddenly, she asked him, "Do you need anything else, sir? Is Madam all right?"
Paul became angry and said aggressively, "Why are you questioning me so much? It's not one of your works." He shouted, and to her face, he shut the door. As he was closing the door, Pom noticed Elena's bare body. Pom was on the verge of sobbing as she put her hands over her mouth.
"Did Sir rape Madam?"
"Should I call Sir Robert to return home? But if the witch finds out, she'll murder us."
**
Paul soaked the towel in water and used it to wipe her legs. He held her in his arms and tenderly wiped her entire body. While wiping, he kept his focus on her.
Paul's point of view
Elena, you are stunning. I'd like to go back with you. I've hit a lot of ladies, but you're the first one who's driven me nuts. Since I was a teenager, I've longed to be with you. Yes, I know that my mother has been cruel to you. It's true...
If you marry me, I promise I'll never let her hurt you again. I kissed her beautiful lips. Elena, you are only mine. No one is going to touch you. Today, I make her mine, and she is mine alone. I know I'll get a good night's sleep tonight.
**
Paul carried her over to the sofa and placed her on it. He took her clothes out of her closet and replaced her bed-sheet. In his own hands, he dressed her up. Elena was still not awake. He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Extremely sorry, my sweetheart. You should have listened to what I had to say, but you didn't. That's why I had you do it."
Paul stroked her hair, carried her to bed, and then moved ahead to the bathroom for a bath. He emerged from the bathroom and lay next to her on the bed. He smiled as I clutched Elena's waist. He slid a wet kiss over her soft cheek.
He switched off the lamp while touching her cheek.
**
In a hotel room.
Mr. Robert and Mrs. Anne were anxiously awaiting someone. Robert's fists were clenched in anxiousness.
Anne clasped his hand in hers and tried to console him when she saw him in that state.
"What are your thoughts, honey?"
"I'm sorry, Anne, but I won't be able to help Elena. They are the world's most powerful men. What if I'm unable to pay? They'll also kill our entire family," Robert stated with trepidation.
Anne thought, 'Elena, Elena, Elena, I've had enough of his bullshit.'
"Don't worry, babe," she said with a smile. "All of their money will be returned to them soon."
"We don't have a choice, honey, and we can't go back. Just have a conversation with him." Anne asked for it, and she knew if she asked for it, Robert wouldn't say no.
"As you say, Anne," Robert said.
"I'll speak with Obin." He didn't seem pleased, but he seemed concerned. Anne cracked a grin. She just cared about his land and money, and she'd want to get rid of his useless daughter.
**
The next day, about 9 a.m.
My eyes slipped open slightly. I felt a weight on my chest. I saw Paul holding me as I turned around. My eyes welled up with tears as I remembered last night. It was disgusting and very upsetting. I wanted to scream. I desperately wanted to flee. Tears welled up in my eyes.
He gripped me strongly as I struggled to move his hand.
Paul suddenly muttered in his sleep, "Hmm, please don't leave, darling. I want to sleep more."
It irritated me to hear his voice.
Paul abruptly opened his eyes, as if he were pretending to be asleep. "Why are you crying?" he demanded emphatically. I was deafeningly silent when he spoke to me. I didn't want to talk to him, and I didn't care about his nice remarks.
"I'm sorry. Last night, I was too harsh." Paul began to stroke my cheek and murmur.
Last night, he raped me, and at that moment, he was trying to convince me that nothing had happened.
Paul said, "Talk to me, Elena."
My entire body was in excruciating pain. I wish I could die alongside you, mom. My dad, too, had abandoned me.
"Hey, Elena," Paul said unexpectedly as he grasped my face and turned my face to him.
I got out of bed by flicking his hand. I rushed to the washroom to clean myself because his aroma was all over me.
Paul's point of view
Elena, why are you so heartless? When we were kids, I was everything to you. And now you completely disregard me. Every girl wants to sleep with me at least once, but you refuse. You have the audacity to turn me down. Last night, I think I failed to give you a good lesson.
**
I took the shower so long because I did not want his smell on my body. I did not have the courage to say what happened last night. But if I had said it, I would not have had the courage to say the truth. From the core of my heart, I knew the truth about what I had for Paul.
After showering, I emerged from the bathroom, but as I emerged, Paul held my hands.
"What's the matter with you, Elena?" He yelled at me.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" Paul asked.
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