I can't remember the last time happiness found its way to me. Everything feels so bleak, especially now that my future is no longer in my control. Yes, ever since that man gave one hundred million to Mr. Bryan, he has held the reins.
After saying those words, the man became even more reluctant to let me go. He made me sit on his lap, and I could inhale the intoxicating scent of Mr. K's body. For a few seconds, he ignored me, focusing only on his nearly finished cigar.
Finally, the arm around my waist began to tighten, pulling us closer together. My body was too close to his, and I had difficulty breathing from the nervousness.
"M-mister, what are you going to do?" I asked, wanting to know.
I wanted to be prepared if he made any sudden moves. Perhaps I could resist a little. But resistance was not something a wealthy man would tolerate; I was sure he would use his power to make everything easier.
I felt Mr. K's fingers reached for my face. He touched it gently, sending a sensation that made my heart race.
"M-mister… p-please. Let me go," I pleaded softly.
It turned out, that the man was not a good listener. "Say it again, darling."
Right after that, his face moved closer until there was no distance between our lips. I felt the softness of his kiss, teasing my lips. I didn't know what happened; my mind seemed to be influenced by his touch. I had no desire to resist or fight back.
I have to admit, Mr. K was very skilled at this. From the softness with which he played with my lower lip, I could feel his tongue starting to explore the inside.
"Hmph." I had trouble breathing since the man pressed his lips against mine.
It seemed Mr. K knew I was holding my breath and gave me space to breathe again. After breaking the kiss, I could see the enticing green in his eyes. I was sure the man was very handsome, even though a mask obscured his face.
The atmosphere became awkward, and I felt embarrassed after what he had done. I even felt ashamed of myself after talking about my purity.
Suddenly, Mr. K changed his position and lifted me off his lap.
"Follow me," he invited as he got up.
Without answering, I followed him. But Mr. K did not let me walk behind him and instead wrapped his arm around my waist. We walked to a basement where a luxurious car now served as our transportation.
"Get in." Mr. K was not much of a talker, and now we were in the same car.
I didn't dare to look at him; my feelings were mixed, and fear made me weak. However, unexpectedly, Mr. K removed his mask, allowing me to see his perfectly handsome face.
I can be sure Mr. K was the most handsome man I had ever met. His eyes, nose, and strong jawline were all flawless.
"Have you finished admiring my handsomeness?" His question made me lower my head.
I was sure my face was as red as a boiled crab. No, I couldn't show it to Mr. K. I didn't want him to think I was an easily influenced girl. I had to find a way out of this trap.
I didn't know where he was taking me; all I knew was that several minutes had passed, and we were still on the city streets. But it didn't last long. The car slowed down, and Mr. K steered it into a tall, luxurious building on the left side of the road.
The car passed the lobby area but did not stop. Until we reached a private road, like towards a basement. Sure enough, it was a special parking area on the upper floor.
As soon as the car stopped, Mr. K got out, and so did I. He walked towards a special lift door labeled VIP Access. I also saw two tall and large men in front of the lift door. They wore black suits and matching sunglasses. They saluted and welcomed Mr. K's arrival.
"Good evening, Chairman," they greeted in unison.
That title made my hair stand on end. It indicated the man's power. The title of chairman wasn't something just anyone could have. What exactly was Mr. K's job?
When we were in the lift, Mr. K stood tall in front of me. I can be sure this man worked out regularly. His perfect body only heightened my fear; he could do anything without me being able to resist.
Nervous, my body suddenly began to tremble again. My heart beat twice as fast, especially as bad thoughts continued to pop into my head.
DING!
The sound of the lift snapped me out of my thoughts and made us step out when the door opened again. Apparently, the lift door led directly into a penthouse. This place was so luxurious and classy; it was my first time seeing such a beautiful home interior.
I stopped in front of a bedroom door, watching Mr. K entered and turned to look at me sharply. "What are you waiting for? Come in!" he ordered.
Nervously, I stepped into the spacious room, even more so than my previous home. The room had a large, comfortable-looking bed. Mr. K grabbed my hand, pulling me under him. My heart pounded faster, and I could clearly see Mr. K's face. But a second later, I closed my eyes. I was too scared to look directly at him.
"W-what are you going to do?" I asked, still with my eyes closed.
The man did not answer, and I could feel his breath on my face. I mustered the courage to resist, trying to prevent anything from happening.
"M-mister, please stop. I-I can't do this. I want to give my body to someone I love. Please, don't do this to me."
Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, Mr. K had changed his position to sit beside me. His eyes continued to stare at me as if waiting for a response.
"We are destined to be together." His words were hard to understand.
I only shook my head in response, but for some reason, this relationship felt strange to me. There was something that made me want to hold on to it, though I didn't know what it was.
Mr. K kept staring at my innocent face. Of course, I didn't want him to think I was an easy woman. I saw him take a deep breath, and his lips moved again. My mind was filled with dark feelings, and whatever he was going to say made my heart race even faster.
"Khane," he said, still staring at me, as if waiting for a reply.
Khane's gaze made my lips move, as if there was an order to answer him. I felt confused and spoke after Khane tilted his head without looking away.
"O-Olivia, my name is Olivia, sir." Finally, I mentioned my name without him asking.
After I responded, he moved closer. His hand reached out to touch me, but I quickly managed to dodge, making him stop.
"I will wait for you to ask." Khane seemed calm and did not show any anger at my rejection. Then he continued his sentence, "Whatever you want, I will grant it, Olivia."
What did he just say? How could a rich and powerful man wait for me? What did he hope to gain by buying me from Mr. Bryan?
The handsome, expressionless man seemed to make the atmosphere tense. Even my body felt frozen hearing his words.
Was I lucky? Mr. Khane didn't do it; he really stopped his attempt to sleep with me. What a relief. Should I thank him?
Just as I felt relieved by Mr. Khane's behavior, he kissed me again. This time it was different from before; his kiss was deeper, making me want it more.
After breaking the kiss, I heard Mr. Khane said, "You are the mistress of this penthouse, Olivia."
He managed to make me feel foolish again with yet another careless statement. Yes, of course, because he controlled all of this. Still, I didn't understand the meaning of that statement.