led me out of the car into the elevator. His hand kept gripping my cold hand, saying n

down the hall and stopped in front of a room. He took the key card from his jacket

ofa in the living room. He sits on the sofa, crossing his

from mine. It's so luxurious and beautiful like the penthouses I saw on the inter

"Why did you bring me here?

s. You can put on my

question as soon as I say it. I was so scared

, my heart beating faster and faster watching him st

d in a panic, stopping his ha

hat he was doing. "No! Please stop it!" My eyes sudde

ed my breast. I wanted to bite his tongue as I felt it roam insi

my lips, gazing sharply into my eyes. "Don't move!" he sa

e flare of lust in his eyes as he admired my naked body. He grabbed my arm and laid me down on

ther hand fiddled with my other nipple, giving me pleasure as well as fe

my thighs together to stop his finger from getting inside me. "Please stop ...

w the sadness, the anger in his eyes. "Don't cry! I told yo

stop crying. I closed m

e the tears from my cheeks. When our eyes met, I no l

o bed. Do it now! Before I change my mind

the sofa and ran into his room. There is only one bedroom

t it on in a hurry. I closed the wardrobe and immediately l

rom the corners of my closed eyes. 'Why is he treating me like this?

g into the room. As he stopped his steps, I heard the wardrobe open and hea

over me as he gently embraced me in his warm embrace. I don't know how to explain this feeli

eel safe, calm, and I feel sleepy. He kiss

**

ht coming in through the window and smelled

the sofa in front of me, wearing his bathrobe. His legs crossed, his arms folded over his chest, his beautif

w and make me breakf

now. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands so I wouldn

ed the door. I leaned my back against the door, placing

lair right now, but why did I sleep so soundly

ut it's time to take a shower. I quickly undressed myself and took a shower. All I

y clothes were and combed my hair and walked out of the room to the kitchen.

rried the plate in my hand. 'Will he eat my cooking? I bet he's never e

ting on the dining chair. He has changed his bathrobe, with a white shirt, black trous

his cell phone. He looks at me, puts his phon

n my hands onto the table before him. I didn't hear a word come ou

d in my mind. I don't know why I feel happy now. Fear took over me

h is, I was so focused on making breakfast

is lap. Before I could blink, he kissed my lips, squeezing my b

sharp gaze. "I will punish you so badly if you dare lie to me agai

tly. He then took the sandwich on the plate with his hand

ept feeding me until I finished eating it. My heart kept beating fas

it. "Take this," he said, handing me the card. "You can use this card to buy whatever yo

rd and you don't have to buy me anything," I said

ieved. "I-I'll open the door," I said and immediatel