Force and Fear

Chapter 7 Make me happy

"Please let me leave, Mr Wang." I'm innocent. I am aware that even if I work for you until I pass away, I cannot pay you back. But… Let me out, please. I don't want to be your mistress. I can't…"

Her voice had been muffled. She was fervently pleading to be free. She bowed her head and began to cry like a baby. Her chest hurt terribly.

She was at a loss for words, but the man appeared unfazed. He did not want to let her go. Her wide, lovely eyes were gleaming because of the tears, and the low yellow light was making her pale face glow.

The familiar body scent laced with alcohol crept all around her as the heavy, steady footfall drew closer to her. She chose to ignore the smell, though. She noticed a pair of sparkly shoes with black, well-fitting, well-groomed slacks. Yet, she was unable to turn her head to gaze into his eyes.

He seized her little chin as if he wanted to break it. She had panic-swollen, crimson, and constricted eyes that were lowered. Her petite, lovely face looked pallid as tears began to fill up like stars breaking in the sky. She was a sweet young lady.

He enjoyed her cries, though.

In this beautiful suite, a furious girl was pleading with him to go while standing hopelessly in front of him. Instead of attitude and arrogance tonight, the girl's eyes were filled with despair and misery. Her voice was hoarse from loneliness rather than even a trace of pride. She was alone and helpless. She was beseeching and sobbing. She was low and innocent. She became his mistress going forward.

Myron Grey tilted his head and raised his healthy, thin lips.

"I didn't buy you to throw you away," He said in a deep, quiet voice. As usual, his words were brimming with pride and conceit.

This voice was familiar to her.

She gazed at him impatiently as she swiftly raised her puffy and reddened eyes. Oh! She recognized him.

Meesha Kyle was brought here for Mr Wang. How was it possible for him to buy her? Was she a victim of fraud? Or has this evil man actually bought her?

Meesha Kyle would rather die than be this man's mistress if it were true that he had bought her.

When Meesha Kyle first met Myron Grey, she was in awe. He would be the worst man.

He grinned and put his long arm around her skinny waist before she had a chance to respond. Her small brain was mesmerised by his body odour combined with his boozy breath. She was immobile.

"You are my mistress, Meesha Kyle."

It appeared that he was telling the truth based on his speaking style and the glow in his dark, deep eyes. Myron Gray pulled her firmly while leaning his head and ferociously sucking her earlobes. Her eyes were closed in contempt. Her shoulders trembled, and tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as soon as his warm breath reached her ears. He observed her pale, troubled face.

Meesha Kyle parted her trembling lips and said, "Let me out, please." She spoke in a voice that was too quiet, restrained, and shaking from the sorrow. His eyes dilated in a line.

Although she was not opening her eyes, she was constantly dripping tears, and her slightly open lips were trembling in helplessness. Looking at her troubled face, he licked her lips and grinned.

Myron Grey left her after a brief pause, moved back two paces, and then tucked his palms in his pockets. She gazed at him after opening her aching eyes.

Myron Gray understood that she was in shock and hence unable to resist him, become enraged, curse at him, or hit him.

His deep eyes had a starry gleam to them.

"Let's go." His cold voice reflected in her ears, and his aura simply went out of the suite with him.

Meesha Kyle bit her lower lip and walked after him out of the suite. She was forced to obey him since she had no choice but to follow him. He was walking swaggeringly with a straight, long figure. His palm was in his pocket when he was on the phone with someone.

He was dashing and good-looking. He was constantly on his phone while driving, too. Meesha Kyle, however, was sitting peacefully next to him, cursing her misfortune as she peered outside.

The black sedan came to a stop in front of Myron Gray's private villa's lovely and spacious entrance. He had been alone there for a very long time. Meesha Kyle, his mistress, will now cohabitate with him going forward.

Meesha Kyle exited the vehicle after jerking off her thoughts. Myron Gray entered the villa while encircling her slender waist with his strong arm. Meesha Kyle was in no condition to admire the magnificent residence; in fact, she was so dejected that she was unable to look up. She was immediately taken upstairs to the master bedroom. He briefly gazed at her pale and dejected face while placing his palms in his pockets. She kept looking at her feet.

"The eyes that formerly hated me are no longer brave enough to stand out in front of me." He chuckled.

"Hating me was a mistake you made." "Prepare yourself, and instead of regretting, make me happy when I come back." Throwing a smirk, he left the master bedroom.

Meesha Kyle, who was standing like an effigy, raised her head as she noticed the creaking of the door closing and turned to face it. She took a look around the spacious, luxurious space. She'd never seen anything so amicable and lovely, ornately furnished as if it belonged to a royal.