My body felt frozen, as if it was difficult to move from Khane's grasp. I thought he knew I had overheard his conversation in there. Was this some kind of punishment? I wasn't sure….
Khane moved his face closer, so close that I could feel his lips whispering directly in my ear. No, he wasn't whispering; he placed a kiss that sent shivers throughout my body.
I shut my eyes, feeling the heat of my blood rising. What was this feeling? Why did my body feel so hot when Khane touched it?
There was nothing I could do; I felt hypnotized by his touch. I could feel him kissing my neck, while his hands explored my back and pulled us closer together. I tried to keep my lips from making the sounds Khane wanted. Yes, I knew Khane was anticipating them.
I didn't want Khane to know that my body was starting to enjoy it. I truly didn't want him to do more than this.
"Don't hold back," Khane whispered, his touch creating a strange sensation in my body.
"S-Sir, l-let me go," I stammered, trying to hold back my moans.
He didn't stop. Khane became more intense, his hands now slipping under my clothes. Still, I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to see the victorious look in his eyes.
"I know you feel it too," Khane whispered again.
I wouldn't be surprised if he knew, but it was frightening. My legs felt so weak that I almost collapsed if Khane hadn't held me up. He embraced my waist and made me walk backward until we were near the bed.
I was sure Khane had done this many times with other women. No wonder he was so skilled at manipulating my body. I truly couldn't endure it, yet it felt like I wanted it myself.
I tried to push Khane away, but it was in vain. His body was much bigger than mine, and his strength was undeniable as a leader. I was truly afraid, and I didn't want things to end like this.
"Sir, please… stop," I said softly, trying not to provoke his anger.
I didn't think Khane would stop; he wasn't listening to my refusals. What should I do to make him stop?
I moved my hands to push Khane, using all my strength to get him to let go. However, I could feel one of his hands moving down to my lower body. I immediately fought back, even screaming for Khane to let me go.
"No! Don't do that!" My scream succeeded in making Khane release me.
Khane looked at me sharply, with an expression of displeasure. But I didn't care about that; I just wanted to protect my body from his actions.
"You want it, but you're too naïve, Olivia" Khane suddenly said.
I was slightly confused. Want it? No, I must be crazy if I wanted that.
No words came out of my mouth, as if a great fear silenced me. I didn't even dare to look directly at Khane. My face was bowed in fear, and anxiety enveloped me. Thoughts about what he would do next plagued me. It was the biggest unanswered question.
"Get ready quickly; we're leaving." Khane turned and walked toward the door.
I watched his broad back disappear behind the door. Now I could breathe a sigh of relief; it seemed I would live to see another day.
Just as I was beginning to feel calm, a flurry of servants entered the room without warning. Each of them appeared to be carrying something.
"What's going on?" I asked them.
One of the servants stepped forward to greet me and explained their presence in the room.
"Miss… Mr. Khane has instructed us to help you get ready." Hearing this, I nodded.
One of the servants told me to freshen up first while they prepared everything in the room.
I didn't spend much time in the bathroom; I knew Khane was not a man who liked to wait. I certainly wanted to avoid his anger to stay safe.
After finishing in the bathroom, a servant helped me with my makeup. I sat in front of the vanity, my eyes closed as the servant began applying the makeup provided.
Whatever they did to my face, it seemed there would be a noticeable change. I was afraid; what if my face didn't look suitable next to Khane? I was sure there would be many beautiful and sexy women at the party. Would he stay by my side while we were there?
Before long, the servant said, "We're done, Miss. Now we'll take care of your hair."
Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the first sight shocked me. Oh my God! Is this really me? How could I look so beautiful?
"Is this really me?" I murmured, which was answered by the servant with a nod.
One of them picked up the dress I was to wear and placed it on the bed.
I noticed they hadn't made many changes to my hair. It was only styled to look neater and complement the dress I was about to wear.
"Miss, please put on the dress." The servant indicated the dress on the bed.
Honestly, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the dress. It looked sexy and elegant; I had never worn such a dress before.
I took the dress and put it on in the changing room. I couldn't stop admiring myself in the mirror, seeing my reflection in such a luxurious dress. Plus, the necklace that now adorned my neck truly exuded a beauty I hadn't known before.
"It's perfect." I walked out of the changing room and was greeted with smiles from the servants.
"Miss, you look very beautiful," one of them said.
I blushed, feeling very shy as it was the first time someone had praised my beauty.
"Thank you. Um… where is Mr. Khane?" I asked the servants, as he hadn't been around.
"Mr. Khane is waiting for you outside. Please, Miss." The servant opened the door and invited me out.
I walked slowly, afraid of ruining the dress, especially since I was wearing high heels.
When I reached the living area, I saw Khane looking so handsome in a white tuxedo. Even from behind, I could see his grandeur and attractiveness, let alone if he turned around.
Oh my God! Did he hear my thoughts? Why did he turn around before I even called him?
"I know you admire my handsomeness, don't you?" Khane said confidently.
He was indeed very confident about his appearance. It was true what he said, but I didn't want to seem that way.
"I didn't say that. I haven't even praised you, Sir," I replied, trying to divert the attention.
Khane approached me, then touched my forehead. "What are you doing?"
"I thought you were feeling feverish. Your face looks so red. Are you blushing?"
I shook my head quickly. How could he say something like that directly? It made me even more awkward.
"Enough, we're almost late." Khane walked out without inviting me, making me automatically follow him.