–Caia–
That motherfucker is stalking me?
I kept on looking around, but I still bought that pink dress that I thought was too pink for me.
I bought it again with the debit card that has millions in it.
Then, I continued back to the shoe section.
I saw one pair of high heels that might have looked good on Lilith.
My phone chimed.
Mr.
A: Go to Victoria’s Secret Store.
I bought things for you.
My eyes widened as I looked around.
Indeed!
He must be stalking me.
That bastard.
After buying two pairs of high heels, I went to the Victoria’s Secret Store.
The manager approached me.
“Miss Caia Blackwood?” he asked.
It seemed that Mr.
A had already informed them.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Can we see your ID, please?” The manager was so kind and smiled at me.
I took out my ID and showed it to him.
He gestured toward the sofa politely, and I finally sat down and put my bags over the sofa.
Two sales ladies showed us designs that Mr.
A had specifically chosen.
There were a lot of pairs and even negligees.
My mind nearly went blank.
They even had me remove my jacket so they could check my size.
But they muttered that Mr.
A’s picks were perfect.
“You can try it on in the fitting room.”
I checked the sizes.
I didn’t need to see them.
“Please wrap it up.” I reached for my card, but they mentioned that it was already paid for.
My hands were full of bags now.
Then, I went to the restaurant, had my late lunch, and finally headed back home.
When I got home, there were police outside, and I noticed that in the other room, at the end of the hall, the guy was pinned to the floor.
I was frozen.
His bloodshot eyes were on me.
“This is your fault!” he shouted, and it seemed to be directed at me.
The police officer approached me.
“This man isn’t stable, ma’am.
Please go to your room.”
I nodded as I quickly unlocked my room.
It’s scary.
I double-locked the door and even put a monoblock chair at the entrance.
I realized that the monoblock wouldn’t stop anyone from entering.
Anyway, I chose the light pink one to wear.
I washed it and hung it on my hot window.
It’ll be dry before I know it.
I don’t wear new underwear directly from the store.
I have to wash them first.
I cleaned up the rest that I left and hung the dresses.
Since he liked pink so much, then I’ll wear the same one underneath.
For shoes?
I bought flats so I could use them for walking.
My phone was ringing like crazy, so I answered it since it was from Lilith.
“Hello.”
“Caia.” Her voice was shaken.
“What’s wrong?”
“I heard Mom talking.
You gave her a million total, right?” She was whispering.
“Yes.”
“The syndicate is just in Manila, too.
They are discussing selling you and Agatha.
You need to hide now.”
“Wait—where are you?” I exclaimed.
“You need to leave from there, right now!”
I gave her enough money for the whole month.
She should’ve escaped by now.
“I already left.”
“Where are you?”
She was sobbing.
“Mom lost her mind.”
“Tell me, where are you?” I felt my throat slowly closing.
My heart races.
“I’m with my friends, hiding for the meantime.”
“Give me the damn address, right now, Lily!”
“I’ll be fine.
But Mom seemed to already think of you.
So, please stay safe.”
They don’t know my address.
I am sure of that.
But if Mom finds out, I’ll be doomed.
“I’ll give you my address.
But I will try hard to hide.”
“Good.
Keep me posted.”
I hung up, rummaged through my bag, and finally found Uncle Alec’s calling card.
Alec Ivankov.
I dialed his number.
He answered in a few rings.
“Hello?”
“Uncle, it’s Caia.”
“Hello, dear.
How are you?”
“I’m good, but can you help me?”
“Sure, anything.
Did something happen?”
“It’s Lily.”
I explained the situation to him, and he told me to give him Lilith’s address and contact number.
I didn’t hesitate.
My heart was pounding, my stomach clenched.
I sat on the bed.
I just realized that my legs were shaking, and so was my whole body.
I kept on waiting for the update, and in just five minutes, Uncle Alec’s number came up on my screen, which I had just saved.
“Caia, it’s your Uncle.” His voice still had that deep Russian accent.
“Yes, Uncle?”
“I have men nearby to pick up Lily.
Don’t worry, she’ll be safe.”
“Thank you.
Thank you so much, Uncle.”
“Where are you?” That was his first question.
“I’m fine.
I’ll move out soon to a safer place.”
He exhaled.
“I’ll tell my son to pick you up.”
“No, Uncle.
I’m fine.
I’m good.”
“What if something happens to you?” He sounded really worried, sounding just like my dad.
He spoke in quick Russian.
I understood it.
He was cursing his son for being useless.
And I don’t know why he was cursing his son, but I think that big brother was doing great, unless he was a playboy and someone who was spoiled enough to gamble all his money.
“Anyway, call me if anything else happens.
Don’t hesitate, Caia.”
“Yes, Uncle.
Thank you.”
“I had spoken to your Aunt.
She said that the three of you can stay at the mansion.”
“Uncle, I am very grateful.
Really.
I’ll let you know if I need help.”
“Got it.”
I said my goodbyes as I hung up.
I was finally relieved.
I told Lily what happened.
It seems that Uncle also sent Lily photos of the men who would pick her up.
There were three women who would also be there to escort her.
Then, I suddenly heard from Agatha that Uncle Alec called her as well about bodyguards.
With Uncle Alec with us, I am sure that we will all be safe.
When the clock turned six, I quickly got ready.
Bath, put on the lingerie that was now dry.
I put very light makeup on, fixed my curls, and put on my dress.
I looked at the full mirror that was glued to my wall.
Indeed.
Pink looks good on me.
I paired it with white-strapped three-inch heels.
But I still had to walk for a few meters to meet Mr.
A.
So I put my doll shoes on.
I picked up my purse and just held the heels in the other hand.
I locked my room and headed out.
It was still hot and humid.
I was already sweating.
I was expecting Mr.
A to still be far, but it seemed he knew where I lived.
He was leaning on his car, wearing casual black long sleeves, with three buttons open from the top.
Sleek hair.
So fucking handsome.
He stared at me intensely as I approached him and looked up at him.
“Hello, Bunny.”
No smile.
Ugh.
But his intense look was nearly burning through my dress.
“Hello to you too, Mr.
A.”
A smirk curled up on his lips as he reached for my chin.
He bent down to kiss me, but I pushed his face away.
He stepped aside, opened the car door, and I hopped in.
I set my shoes beside me.
He put the seatbelt on me and fixed my dress.
Still a gentleman.
I watched him walk around, hop into the driver’s seat, and turn the steering wheel.
Those muscles in his forearms flexed well.
God, I flushed just remembering how that perfect body rammed into me while he was fucking me.
I thought that it would be boring and painful.
But no.
This man wouldn’t stop until I had my orgasm.
“Were you stalking me back in the mall?”
He smirked.
“Darling, I own that mall.”
“Hmm,” I nodded.
“The bathroom really needs to level up.
There were no tissues in the cubicles,” I added as he laughed.
“Got it.”
He made one phone call, and that was it.
“What else, zayka?” he asked in his Russian accent.
Zayka means ‘little bunny’.
“That’s all.”
I crouched down to put on my high heels.
I couldn’t see the strap, so I just left it.
I’ll fix it when we are out of the car.
It was quite a drive, but we arrived at a fancy restaurant.
We parked in the reserved parking lot, then he removed his seatbelt.
I removed mine.
I froze when he stopped me as he reached for my ankle.
My eyes widened as he pulled it over his lap and fixed the straps on my shoes.
I tapped the other one, and I had no choice but to lift my other leg.
He expertly fixed it.
I pulled my legs back, a little awkwardly.
“Thank you,” I muttered.
I checked the mirror in front of me and fixed my lipstick.
Then, I picked up my purse, and he was the one who opened the car door.
He helped me up and wrapped his fingers around my waist.
He finally leaned closer and kissed my lips.
I was shocked, but I am in a contract with him.
A year of dating and fucking for those 20 million euros.
Or more than a billion in pesos.
It’s a win-win.
I mean, I think I win more since he’s handsome, a gentleman, and he surely blows my mind with orgasms, which were my firsts.
“You’ll stay with me for the whole night,” he said as he led me to that fancy restaurant.
The hostess confirmed the reservation and led us to the corner with good lighting, a good view, and more privacy.
He pulled a chair for me like the damn gentleman he is.
Then, he scooped up my chin, bent down, and devoured my mouth, his tongue digging in.
I tried to stop him, but he became more torrid.
“Don’t ever make me stop kissing you, Little Bunny.”
My eyes widened as I took out a compact mirror from my purse and wiped my lipstick.
He smirked in triumph and waved at the waiter.