Contract Marriage For 7 days

Sweet Talk? Day1 (4)

Lethal were his ways. And she was trapped. His response made her break into tears. He was arrogant and couldn't be reasoned with. And she was running out of the ways. Nothing worked. So, she held her head in her hands and tried to relax her nerves. But she realized that she is running out of time too when he said. "Are you ok?"

She found herself looking at him. A mischievous smile was playing with his lips which were glistening with the wine he was having. He was the devil. Only his presence was enough for her to be on edge. And she can't imagine being rusted by his hands again. But there was no way. Only if someone can come to help her.

And it was like heavens heard her. The whole room echoed with some ringtone on his cellphone.

"Hello," He said picking up while making an irritating look. She felt like it was a moment for her. Standing from her chair she was about to make a sound for help when he too predicted her action beforehand. With a face, she will never forget he cautioned her with just lifting up a finger on his own mouth. She found her voice being stuck in her throat. He was 7 feet away, not even touching her but the effect he had on her was terrifying. 

She recalled that gun in his drawer. That person on the phone might be able to help me. But this devil might have killed me until then. She thought and pressed her lips together instead of making any noise. He kept on talking to someone on the phone. She couldn't listen to what they were talking about. Because she was so focused on looking at the face that was telling her that he is very disappointed and angry now.

The call was ended. He left that stool beside the bar and start walking to her. She held her breath when she found him coming to her. He was still two feet away when he stopped and tried to calm himself.

"Good, for you that you didn't say anything." He tried to compliment her that turns out to be more like a threat.

"I-I am so sorry. It was ju-just an instinct. I w-was not thinking." She tried to calm him while her eyes traveled from his eyes to the floor. He looked at her. He needed to calm himself if he doesn't want her to be wasted by him. He continued walking towards her. With her head down and fingers fidgeting with fear, he knew one thing for sure that he doesn't want her as his wife. He never planned to have a wife for real but even if he wants one. His wife can't be that submissive. 

She was not seeing him when he huffed in frustration. I just can't leave her as it is. She needed to suffer forever trying to raise a hand on me. Not as a wife but she is not so bad as a fu*ckhole. Besides taking her without protection is also a plus. These were his thoughts while approaching her.

Her whole body was shaking and with her throat all dry with fear, she was ready for any kind of blow when she felt two hands coming around her. He hugged her carefully and the moment she felt caged in his arms she broke into tears. Her head was buried in his chest. Her hands came to hold his shirt but resisting her urge to push him away she stayed there still while his hand was patting her head.

Nothing was making sense for her. She was crying on the very same shoulder who was the reason for her every misery. She doesn't know anything anymore. Exhaustion was consuming her. He too felt her body leaning on him. Picking her up Alex moved towards the bedroom. Her body got stiff. Her hold on his shirt became more strong. The moment she realized that they are going towards the bedroom she knew what this means. Her eyes got wide in fear as she looked at his expressionless face. 

She was not crying anymore but her eyelashes were damp. The moment they approached the bed her hands caught his shirt more tightly without even knowing. But this time he didn't throw her on the bed but placed her carefully on the sheets. Making sure that her body was well covered he sat on the edge. Holding her hand carefully he almost whispered. "I guess you need to rest." His face looks like he is very concerned about her but she knew better.

And this was the exact thing written on her face. Doubts mixed with fear.

"What? I am just trying to take care of my wife." He said dramatically.

She turned her face away while rolling her eyes in disbelief. But in the very next moment, his lips were inched apart from her earlobe and she flinched a little to the side. "I am just in a good mood. Don't take it for guaranteed." With this, he patted her head carefully and switched off the side lamp. She relaxed a little when she almost found him leaving the room. But then he stopped at the door and she got stiff again still laying on the bed.

"I will be back. And you know what to expect. Right?" He turned around and said while leaning to the door with his coat hanging over his shoulder. "Oh yes, we will make a lot of love." He answered his own question while a soft smile was plastered on his face. "And yes, just call the room service if you need anything. But just don't do anything stupid. Not as in instinct." He warned her but that smile was still there.

His sweet talk was even threatening her more. But her body finally relaxed when she heard him leaving the door closed behind. His sweet words were nowhere close to being enough to soothe her. The pain he had inflicted on her body and soul was so much worse to ever heal.

She was so exhausted that she rejected the idea to get up or find the way out. She just feels like crying her eyes out. She hugged her arms and buried her face in the pillow. The more her body got relaxed the more she felt dizzy and in pain. The way with which he took her under the shower was so rough and humiliating. The flashback of the last night starts coming in her thoughts like a nightmare.

A tear escaped her eye and fell onto the pillow. She was tired of thinking. Curving into a ball she hugged her knees to her chest and her heavy eyelids give in to sleep. A while later her eyes fluttered to unknown stimuli. Her eyes opened to witness the surroundings that she couldn't register for a minute or two. But when she did, she got up straight. Her palm came forward to wipe away the sweat on her forehead. She found herself in the very same red dress she put on before. The dress was tight and she was not feeling comfortable sleeping in that dress.

But it was no time for her to strip out of the dress and sleep. She needed to run out of here. Find some way. With this thought, she cursed herself for ever letting herself drifting to sleep. Her feet came in contact with the cold floor. She was still barefoot. Not caring about her bare feet she walked out of the room. Her doubts that she might find him outside vanished when she found the whole place eerily silent. In the living room, she found the clock indicating its 11°Clock in the morning telling her she hardly slept for an hour or so.

Walking across the never-ending hallways she finally got to that very same elevator. She pressed the button but nothing happened. It took her pressing the button many times to finally realize that it won't budge no matter what. But she wanted to get away desperately so she started banging on the door repeatedly and cried for help.

After 10 minutes she was tired and found herself leaning to the frame of the elevator and sank to the floor. Her hairs were down and contoured her face when she whimpers helplessly.

Please help me. Please, someone. Mom, dad! I swear I will visit you once I am out of here but please help me this time. Come and get me. Please check on me. I am not safe. Are not 15 months enough? Don't you even think about me anymore? Why can't you just check on me? Paul! Why you ever left me? I am nothing without you. Nothing!

Her chain of thoughts come to a halt when she recalled him saying something about room service. This made her get up from the floor with lightning speed. She gets into the living room and again tried to find a land-line or intercom or anything. After looking for more than half an hour she couldn't find anything. Her search gets her to behind that in-house bar where she opened a drawer to find a magazine. What caught her attention was that devil's face on the cover page.

Who the hell he is? She asked herself in her brain. Getting to the page mentioned in the context she found one of the bold lines saying Hot bachelor in the town. Another bold line was there saying a self-made person. Owner of ABNC which was the name of a news channel. To her surprise, there was nothing mentioned something like a freak or any press charges. Her pupils constricted on the words indicating his name as Alexander Black. Hardly a minute or two passed since she started reading that paper when she startled and the magazine fell on the floor. 

It was fear that course through her spine when she heard elevators dings open followed by the footsteps.