Chapter 6 Fvcking Sessions

• I sobbed all night long. The spacious, comfortable bed is insufficient to ease my suffering. It was almost three in the morning when I stopped. The timepiece indicates this. My tears had dried up because I was feeling so depleted and exhausted.
• I thought while staring at the bangle on my wrist. I worked so hard to get it off my wrist, but I was unsuccessful. I became more irritated because I believed he had put something on me that was impossible to remove without his help. A tool resembling a screwdriver caught my eye. That is definitely the only way to get rid of this.
• I'm powerless to do anything other than gaze at the city lights. Funny how I feel so tangled even though I am completely unobserved in this room. So constricted. I'm not sure what kind of configuration we have. But it gives me an idea when I consider how he bought me and even gave me my own room.
• So will he just occasionally fuck me, when he's in the mood, or perhaps if he's bored? I'm not sure. But that's the only explanation I can come up with. Otherwise, he needs domestic help. Right, it's like killing two birds with one stone, isn't it? He may have given my father those millions because they are too much for him to spend on a single woman who will satisfy his lust. Maybe.
• I grinned sourly. Am I being too casual here? No. I'm simply too worn out to even consider the issues that are important to me but are unimportant to others. Although I am disappointed, I am not at all surprised. I eventually realized that my father would happily give me to that brute as soon as money was laid.
• Simply put, I'm miserable. because I had high expectations. Even though my father frequently hurt and sold me, I still had such positive thoughts about him. I still thought he would turn down the offer and keep his word to me. I'm voluntarily complying with everything he asks me to do because of the promise.
• But I’m wrong. The truth is, the promise is not hurtful at all. It’s the person who made it and ends up hurting you.
• "Mama." I uttered, and another set of tears fell on my cheeks.
• I assumed I was completely dried up. Even though I'm of legal age now, the child inside of me still longs for her and begs for her to show up. I had everything prepared. I'll run away from my father so that I can live on my own, and then I'll look for my mother so that we can reunite as a family once more.
• But as of late, those plans are progressively fading. I'm here, bound to a man who just paid millions to buy me. giving me all the luxuries he has that I don't require.
• I cried out for my mother as I slept, and when I awoke the next morning, the sun was shining directly at me. I had a clear head when I woke up. I looked at the clock, and it already read ten in the morning. To be honest, that was a good night's sleep. However, seeing a place that I'm not accustomed to seeing when I wake up makes me want to immediately go back to sleep.
• Finally, there was no other option for me but to get out of bed. The bathroom is located inside a room with only one door. I'm taken aback to see a full set of toiletries because it all seems well thought out and organized.
• I only made significant purchases. Everything else I have is just clothes and other stuff. I left the room while wearing a puffy white dress that came halfway up my legs. Before leaving the room, I first read the entire building.
• The corridor is silent throughout. I wonder where he is. Has he left?
• A distant, deep voice gave me the answer to my query. I move closer to the voice's sound the further I walk. He was standing at the hallway's entrance, peering through the glass walls, when I arrived. He must be monitoring the entire city, I wager.
• He is dressed in black dress pants and a crisp white dress shirt. Only his back is visible to me from here. He is far away, but his massive masculine body is still visible.
• He said in a deep voice, "Work on it right away."
• To hear him even more clearly, I walked in silence. I have no shoes on, and my hair is still slightly damp from the shower.
• "Don't let the weekend pass before he has had a chance to make any plans."
• I took some time to rove my eyes. Is he here alone? I wouldn't want to ask that, of course. But I'm merely interested. The size of this house will make anyone feel extremely alone. Is that why he purchased the person? simply to be near him? What a funny thing. Is he so wealthy that he has no idea of more prudent ways to spend his money?
• "As long as she’s with me, you can do those tasks that I told you to do."
• He went on, and I wrinkled my forehead. I purposely made him hear my footfalls. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes piercing. I was fixated on him. He made a lip twitch.
• "I’ll call you later. Give me some updates." He calmly ended the call.
• Her? Is he referring to me? What job is he referring to? Does it relate to me in any way? And to whom is he speaking?
• My steps halted as I felt his menacing aura welcome me.
• "You’re awake. I was waiting for you."
• I didn't say anything and simply stared at him. He has a bit of messy hair, and now that I can see him so clearly with so much light coming in from the outside, I can see how the color of his iris changes to a hazel tone when exposed to light. It was dark brown last night, as I recall.
• When he realized that I wasn't going to talk to him, he sighed loudly. I'm watching how he behaves. While I’m busy acting in a childlike manner. I just want to test his limits of tolerance and make him understand that he just wasted money on someone like me.
• "We should eat brunch outside. I'm running late, so let's hurry," he murmured. He moved closer to me.
• My mind immediately screamed for opposition, but I was unable to speak because I could not handle his presence. He touched the bangle on my wrist when his calloused hand slid into mine.
• I brushed away his hands. I saw his expression harden, but he didn’t look at me. He let out a raw chuckle.
• "Why would I go with you?" I speak coldly.
• He clenched his jaw.
• "I need to run some errands. I’ll bring you with me."
• "Is that your purpose for buying me, huh?" I chose to ignore his words.
• His forehead made a crease.
• "You want a companion that’s why you paid millions?" I spat bitterly.
• "Stop being so difficult, Alia."
• "Oh yes, I am difficult! And jokes on you because you just wasted your money on someone like me." I fumed.
• He took another step forward and retaliated.
• "I don’t fucking care about that goddamn money. If that’s your alas, Alia," he said seriously.
• His menacing eyes shook me to the core, but I don't care.
• "Oh! Is it the loneliness you feel? Despite having all the comforts and wealth in the world, nobody wants to be with you because you are so evil," I provoked him.
• He started to breathe more heavily before grabbing my wrist and pinning me against his muscular body without saying a word.
• "Ah, yeah. I guess I am if that's how you perceive me. However, one thing is certain. I'll spend every last cent I have to have you. I stated it clearly yesterday, didn't I? Or do you still require some explanation?" He grinned ominously.
• Too much anger made my body begin to tremble. I'm being affected by his masculine odor, and it even increased my rage. My eyes began to well up with tears.
• Why not simply fuck me? Isn't that the reason I'm here? What the heck is up with this brunch nonsense? "
• "Shhh. Your mouth," he whispered.
• My chest is expanding in size. He let go of his grip on my wrist, and I felt him bury his one arm into my behind. He looks down on me while I look up to him. He is so close that he used his thumb to touch my chin.
• I felt woozy from his scent. His alluring scent has a hypnotic effect on me. He is examining my lips while I am only focusing on his eyes.
• "If that's what you're worried about, young lady, I can fuck you anytime, anywhere. We'll talk about that. We still have more days, so there's no need to rush."
• His hand cupped my nape, and I gasped for air.
• "Now, do as you are told and stop with the defiance. Alright? "
• My lips parted and a long silence reigned on us while we’re still in the same position. I waited for him to grant me what I’m waiting for. But it didn’t come. Damn it.