–Aamon–
I watched through the cameras as Caia arrived at her house with a lot of bags.
She carried them all by herself.
I felt bad for not being close to her.
Watching her set everything up in the living room.
I called the telephone, which startled her.
It was adorable how easily she got startled.
She picked it up, and her voice came through.
“Hello?”
“Hello, baby,” I said in my usual deep voice.
“Mr.
A,” she muttered as she took the wireless telephone to the kitchen.
“Wanna make love, baby?”
“Uhhh, I’m tired,” she answered quickly.
I watched her open the fridge in her kitchen.
It was already filled with food that I had someone set up yesterday before I arrived.
“Hmm, I see.
But I can massage you, zayka.
Oh, I’ll send a chef over to your house for dinner.”
“That’s~~”
“Come on, baby.
I need you tonight.”
She sighed.
“Fine.”
I had already called the chef a while ago.
“She’ll be there by now.”
The doorbell rang in the background.
“That was fast,” she muttered.
“I’m coming there in thirty minutes, baby.”
“Okay,” she said flatly.
“Are you that tired, zayka?”
“Yes, I’m tired.”
“Don’t worry.
Just relax in your room and let Amanda cook.”
“Bye.” She sounded so cold, and she hung up immediately before opening the door.
I’d have to punish her for that.
I hung up and watched as the woman introduced herself as Amanda.
She also had paper bags filled with fresh vegetables.
Caia smiled and greeted her.
She even helped her with the bags and took them to the kitchen.
I stood, finally leaving my study room.
I kept my suit on and picked up the flowers that I had ordered a while ago, along with chocolates and pistachios.
Something she would love.
Just after the chef left her house, I finally left and went to her penthouse floor, just below mine.
I headed there, ringing the doorbell even though I knew the code.
She opened it, and I showed her the flowers.
She smiled at the orchids and lilies.
“Thank you.”
I entered and set my shoes on both sides of her shoes—a possessive little way of putting my pair on each side of hers.
I followed her back and scooped her up by the waist as she gasped.
“Wait~~” she muttered.
I brought her to the dining room.
I put her down and kissed her lips passionately.
She pushed my chest as she blinked.
“Don’t ruin the flowers!” she hissed as I realized that I had nearly pressed them between us.
“Just sit down.”
She put the bouquet and the chocolates on the counter.
“I love these.
Thank you.” She smiled at the chocolates.
I pulled out a chair for her.
“Come here, baby.”
She approached the chair, but I sat down first and pulled her onto my lap as I kissed her lips.
She slid her hands to my shoulders.
“How’s shopping?”
“Hmm, I treated my siblings well.” She flashed those perfect white teeth.
“So, tomorrow, I plan to buy health plans for us and insurance.”
“Hmm.” I nodded and listened to her.
“Matt will help you.” I caressed that beautiful strawberry blonde hair.
“I think I can~~”
“So you won’t get scammed,” I muttered.
“You don’t smell like smoke today,” she said, cutting me off.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Of course.
Smoke is unhealthy.”
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
Her eyes widened, but she obliged.
Fuck.
The moment she obeyed me and kissed my lips, it was soft and innocent.
She pulled away immediately.
“Let’s eat.”
We had a fine dinner.
I was full, and she complimented the chef’s cooking.
I agreed.
Then, we went to her bedroom.
She was still sorting out the things that she had bought recently.
“What did you buy, little bunny?”
She turned to me and smirked.
“Nothing.”
“Okay, fine.” I chuckled.
I started removing my coat and hung it perfectly.
She helped me with it.
I removed my shirt and belt, then my pants.
She looked away.
Oh, damn.
It was just so sexy watching her try not to look.
“Bath together, zayka,” I murmured.
“Fine.
No sex!” She picked up my pants and hung them up.
We headed to the bathroom.
I opened the shower and adjusted the heat.
She started stripping, placing her clothes in the laundry basket and separating her underwear from her dress.
I admired her glorious curves.
But she was still too thin.
She had skipped a few meals over the past years just to survive.
I reached for her hand, and she took it as she stepped inside the shower.
I gently pulled her waist closer.
We bathed together.
I made sure she received a proper back scrub.
It only took twenty minutes to finish our bath.
It was so hard, and she ignored me.
Wow.
She casually wrapped her hair with a hair towel and a robe around her body.
I walked over to pick up my towel, wiped my wet body, and watched her brush her teeth.
I looked down at her feet and noticed the redness around her Achilles tendon.
Maybe it was from the shoes she had worn.
“What happened here?” I looked down as she glanced at me while still brushing her teeth.
“Hmm?”
I let her finish brushing as I checked the medicine cabinet.
I took out some ointment for wounds and wrapped a towel around my waist.
She spit out the foam and gargled some water.
I picked her up, making her squirm, and settled her over the marble vanity beside the sink.
I reached for her ankle and applied the ointment there.
“Does it hurt?”
“Uh, not really.”
I still put a bandage on it.
I did the same to her other foot.
Then, I carried her to bed.
I nearly tossed her onto it.
I removed the towel from around her hair and laid it down over the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I removed my towel and placed it over the bed as well.
“Baby, we need towels so you won’t soak the bed.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red as she tried to kick me.
I grinned as I opened her robe.
She gasped, but she didn’t stop me.
“I’m gonna eat you up, baby.”
I scooped her up and placed her over the bed.
Her chest heaved as I noticed how thin she was, her ribs slightly visible.
I kissed her chest, then moved up to her chin.
“I’m going abroad, little bunny.” I kissed her gently and bit her lower lip.
“I’ll miss you so much.” I kissed her forehead.
“What do you want me to buy from wherever I go?”
She thought for a while.
“Probably the national flower of whichever country you’re going to?” She shrugged as I chuckled.
If it were other girls, they would ask for diamonds or something from an auction.
“You got it, baby.
Let me enjoy you.
I want to watch you squirt in my face.”
She’s probably thinking now how dirty my mouth could say.
****
She’s still so tight.
After being inside her more than once tonight, my dick seemed to be aching—just like our first time together.
Aching as if it were falling apart from my body after being inside her tight flower so many times.
She’s clenching hard around me.
I took the soaking wet towels from her squirting and tossed them into the other basket.
I brushed my teeth and looked at my body.
My manhood was still half-hard.
I wiped my mouth and headed to the mini fridge in her room.
I took out a bottle of water, drank from it, and approached her.
I woke her gently and made her drink water.
“Why is it cold?” she muttered.
“Sorry, do you want warm water?”
But she drank anyway.
She went back to sleep, wrapping herself in the duvet and hugging the pillow.
I glanced at the pills on the side table.
She’s still taking them.
I checked around the villa—the locks and all—walking in fresh boxers.
Then, I turned off the lights and went back to her bed.
I snuggled against her back and pressed my body to hers.
“Make sure to eat well.
I’ll send the chef daily, okay?”
“There’s no need.
I can cook.”
“If you say so.” I breathed on her neck as I felt her shivering beneath me.
I slipped off the bed, took my pajamas and shirt from the drawers.
Yes, I had just a few of my clothes here too.
I dressed her as she muttered “thank you.” I know they’re oversize, but she’s comfortable that way.
I kept thinking back to her small apartment where she was assaulted.
She had been wearing a lace strap crop top and boyshorts, sleeping uncomfortably because it was hot.
Now, it seems she can’t sleep without proper clothes on.
“Warm, baby?” I asked.
She nodded.
She finally turned to me and faced me.
“Why are you so nice to me?” I didn’t answer.
“Why did you buy me?”
“Baby,” I chuckled.
“I didn’t buy you.
I saved you.” I kissed her lips.
I hadn’t realized she would sell her virginity.
It was a consented auction, not human trafficking.
They sell their virginities for money and can walk out free after a night.
Each buyer has a contract with the ladies.
They can’t get hurt at all—bad for business.
And no, it’s not our family business.
I only found out after Matt told me the bar’s manager had sent her the link to register for the auction.
The thought of some wealthy stranger claiming her—someone who might hurt her—terrified me.
“Hmm, and a year of contract?”
“Just some papers.
But you can kick me out if you don’t want me anymore.”
But every time I touched her, she never pulled away.
When I made love to her, she moaned, her body yielding and wet for me.
That’s why I know she won’t cast me out of her life.
I’m certain I can make her fall for me—completely, irrevocably, without end.
Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Please be advised—it will be rated Explicit.