Chapter 3

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Roman led me down a poorly lighted hallway that appeared to go on forever, saying, "Your room is this way. As we went, my heart was racing in my chest as the reality of what I had consented to sank in. His voice was emotionless as he inquired, "Is there anything you'd like to drink?" "Wine, maybe?" I responded, amazed at how calm my voice sounded. "Water would be fine," I said. He nodded before guiding me into a lavish living area that was filled with more beautiful artwork. I took a seat on a soft velvet sofa as he poured me a drink from a crystal glass, my hands shivering. I mumbled, "Thank you," as he handed me the water. Our fingers briefly touched, sending shivers up my spine. I swiftly withdrew while attempting to maintain my composure. He looked at me closely and asked, "Are you cold?" "If you'd like, I can turn up the heat." "No, I'm fine," I said, putting my arms around myself in a failed attempt to ward off the chill that had descended over me. "That's excellent." He sat across from me, his gaze fixed on his drink. The stillness between us was oppressive, and I found myself urgently seeking for something to say, anything to relieve the tension. "Your collection is truly beautiful," I began, my gaze straying uneasily to the artwork surrounding us. "You must have traveled around to acquire such treasures." "Indeed," he said, a flash of pride lighting up his stern features. "Each piece carries a memory, a story." They're daily reminders of where I've been and what I've accomplished." Feigning a smile, I said, trying to give some praise to him, "Your success is impressive." But that won't stop him from taking advantage of my situation. I said to myself. Success is never given, he remarked, the tone of his voice suddenly becoming hard. It demands dedication, sacrifice, and perhaps cruelty. The weight of his words caused my heart to ache as I fixed my gaze on him. Was this really the only option? The cost I was required to pay to save my mother? I said with hesitation, "I understand your point, Mr. Petrov, but..." I stumbled over my words and stopped. He softly interrupted, "Natasha, you made your choice. Further discussion is not necessary. There is no place for debate. I sighed, getting up from the sofa with as much dignity as I could conjure. "Then let's get this over with," I said. Roman nodded and walked me down a further lengthy hallway in his deserted home. I braced myself for what was about to happen as we approached the door of what I imagined would be our shared bedroom for the night, a one night with Mr Roman. I've never done this before and I had arrived at this point because of my love for my mother and my determination to save her life. All I could do at this point was put up with it and trust that my sacrifice would ultimately be worthwhile. My thoughts of Maria and the challenging choice I had made raced through my head as I laid in the plush bed next to Roman. It was challenging to find comfort in this strange atmosphere because the satin sheets felt weird on my skin. I felt warm hands going through my thighs. I've never felt this way ever before. The room was so dark and filled with silence, he moved his hands up to my breast, gently caressing every part of it. I felt his hard huge d**k at this point. I never wanted him to stop despite the fact that I felt he was taking advantage of me. Roman made me yearn more for his touch when he inserted his fingers into me. I was so tight but he still had his tactics. He was very good, I won't lie. He turned to me, raising my silky linen clothes. He was ready to thrust himself inside me. He raised my both legs softly as he inserted his huge d**k inside of me. He knew it was my first time and he did it with caution. Soon, he increased his pace, thrusting hard into me. I couldn't help but shout. He bite my ears softly as he spoke into my ears, "Natasha, is this your first time?" I replied calmly "yes, Mr Roman" I'll do it softly Natasha, he replied with every tone of vulnerability. No Roman, do it hard, soo hard, I said moaning softly. This time around, he started hitting me so hard that I could feel my womb shifting. It was what I wanted and he wasn't going to stop yet. His d**k inside me and hands on my big breast, I never wanted this night to end. Atlas came inside me without realizing. He was exhausted as he held me closer to himself feeling my skin. In the morning, I lay quietly on the bed thinking about the last night. It was as if I was not in my right senses. With every sense of regret, I wondered what might happen after this. A man I have no feelings for took my virginity. I know I had to do this for mum but I hope I don't regret it. Roman quietly uttered "Natasha," breaking the calmness that had descended upon the space. I turned to look at him, his blue piercing eyes meeting mine. "We don't have to pretend we're unaffected by tonight's events looking so vulnerable," he added. "Tell me a little bit about your mother." I paused, unsure whether I wanted to divulge such private information. However, something about Roman 's vulnerability in that moment put me at ease. "Maria, my mother, she's strong and compassionate," I said softly. "After our father died, she raised me and my sister on her own." She always prioritized us, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness." Roman listened closely, never taking his gaze away from my face. "And now you're sacrificing for her," he gently observed. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. "Have you ever considered what drives people like us to make these sacrifices?" he inquired. "Love," I said flatly. "A love so strong that we'd do anything for those we care about." "Indeed," he acknowledged, his eyes overflowing with adoration and regret. "Tell me, Natasha, what would you have done if you hadn't met me?" "Anything," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "I would have tried every possible route to get the money my mother requires." I couldn't handle the thought of losing her." "Your loyalty is out of this world," Roman remarked truly. "It reminds me of my own childhood." My parents were taken from me when I was young, and I was left to care for myself. I promised to build an empire not only for myself but to honor their memories and safeguard the safety of people I care about." "Does that motivate you?" I inquired, taken aback by his attitude. He admitted, "Partially." "But there's another side to me, a ruthless side shaped by my experiences." I've realized that sometimes in life, we must make sacrifices not just for love, but also for power and security." Roman and I continued to talk, our dialogue revealing more about our anxieties, dreams, and the decisions that had brought us to this point. Despite the fact that our lives were radically different, it became evident that we had an understanding of sacrifice and the decisions we make for those we love. With his warm breath on my neck, Roman had mumbled, "Natasha, please," stay with me. I'll look after you and your mum, you don't have to worry. I recalled the awful agreement we had made, and the desperate words we had exchanged reverberated in my memory. Roman would provide me with the money I needed to save my sick mother in exchange for a one night stand. The recollection, sadness, and shame that weighed heavily on my heart made my stomach churn painfully. I was motivated by love and sacrifice for my family, but I couldn't get rid of the sense that I had betrayed myself. No, Roman. I can't stay with you, a deal is a deal. I said with a grip on my phone just in case he decides to chop my head off my body. I can't be with a Mafia, a ruthless billionaire, someone who has no compassion for humans. Roman was in shock when he heard those words from me but couldn't do everything. It was clear that he had an image of being ruthless to people but there was a vulnerable side of Roman I had seen. I also wanted to be with Roman but my brain won't just let me. I sat up, rubbed my temples to relieve the escalating headache, and pulled the luxurious silk covers over my bare body. I complied for what reason? How am I affected by this? I pondered, tormented myself with queries that had no response. Though I wished I could run away from this situation, I knew I would have to deal with the repercussions. I sighed and swung my legs over the side of the bed, quickly slipping my clothing on. My fingers brushed against the cool metal of my laptop as I reached for my handbag. My resignation letter, which I had composed days previously but had kept putting off, was more pressing than ever. I unlocked the gadget and began to type, motivated by my humiliation and desire to cut the connections that held me to Roman. "Dear Mr. Volkov," I started, my fingers quivering over the keys as I attempted to express the turmoil within me. "I am writing to formally resign from my position as an employee of your company, effective immediately." I paused, reconsidering my decision one last time. The prospect of abandoning my job was daunting, but the prospect of continuing to work under Roman's watchful eyes was much more so. In addition to separating me from him, my departure would allow me to atone for my wrongdoing. I continued, bracing myself against the lump in my throat, "Please accept this letter as my formal notice. I value the chances and experiences I've had while I've been here, but personal circumstances have forced me to make this difficult choice. My heart was pounding as I scribbled the last few phrases. I was aware that there would be no going back once I sent the message. I took a deep breath before pressing the button, and as the email vanished into cyberspace, I experienced a wave of relief and terror. Tears pinched at the edges of my eyes, and I closed my laptop and tucked it into my purse. The task had been completed. The process of rebuilding my life had begun, but there were still many obstacles and unknowns to be overcome. Unbeknownst to me, my actions would have far-reaching effects that would change not just my life but also the lives of people around me. I left Roman 's home at exactly 8:00am, feeling sad. The money he had given me might save Maria's life, but the price of what I had done troubled me deeply. I couldn't help but to ponder whether or not the costs associated with our acts of love are ever justified as I stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
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