Force and Fear

Chapter 8 The big clean bed

Meesha Kyle's melancholy eyes landed on the spacious, spotless bed, and it appeared as though her body's blood flow had halted. He has made her his mistress, and he has asked her to prepare to please him. Her throat was dry from worrying about the consequences in the future. She moved forward after spotting the black velvet couch. She lowered her head as she sat on the ground, hugging her thighs. Her pulse was sluggish. She chewed her lips in helplessness and fiercely closed her eyes.

Meesha Kyle didn’t know how she would make that man happy. When he would return to the room, would he force her? How would she bear that? How would she do that? How would she live her life like that? Her heart was pierced into pieces and she was almost shocked by the sudden change in her life. It was unacceptable for her to be someone’s mistress.

Meesha Kyle was a girl with principles. She used to get angry quickly; she used to calm down as easily. She could not tolerate wrongdoing or wrong conduct. It was not in her nature to hurt others. She was damn innocent like the first drop of snow.

Perhaps, due to her generosity and naivety, she had been fulfilling the demands of her uncle and aunt to date. She never thought about being selfish. She always wanted to earn their love by fulfilling their cruel demands. But in return, those people sold her for money to a deformed and cynical man.

After a while, the housekeeper knocked on the door. When she did not hear back, she entered the bedroom holding a tray.

"I have brought dinner for you. Please eat." The housekeeper tried to talk to the woman, who had been sleeping soundly. She placed the tray on the table and looked carefully at the young girl.

She had a pale but cute face, and her gentle cheeks still bore the wounds of tears.

The housekeeper brought the tray back downstairs.

Myron Gray looked at the housekeeper as she headed towards the kitchen as he exited the study room. The bowls on the tray weren't empty.

“Doesn't she want to eat?” Myron Gray's dark eyes were cold. When the housekeeper heard him, she shivered.

“She is asleep.” She answered.

Myron Gray raised his head and looked at the master bedroom’s closed door. Even after seeing this magnificent villa, the woman dozed off. Seems to be the elegance of this mansion not sufficient to dispel her tiredness.

His mobile phone abruptly rang. He quickly left the villa while holding the phone close to his ear.

The housekeeper continued to focus on his broad, solid back. She has ten years of service here.

Myron Gray was a teenager at the time she started working here. Myron Gray's appearance and charisma increased over time. He assumed control of the Gray organisation and hasn't turned around since. Day and night, he was working hard.

Myron Gray had slept with a lot of women over the years, but tonight was the first time he had ever brought a female to his private villa. He always gave the woman he was sleeping with a cheque before leaving her alone. But for this woman, he sent food.

After smiling a little, the housekeeper went to the kitchen. She was happy for Myron Gray. The beautiful girl would take care of him so that he could not get busy anymore. She didn’t know that Myron Gray had purchased the beautiful girl.

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The weather was warm. The elegant master bedroom's curtains were being blown by the slight breeze as the birds in the garden sang sweetly. When Meesha Kyle opened her eyes after a lengthy nap, her body hurt. Her lovely eyes were slightly reddened and puffy. She raised her hand and placed her icy-cold palm against her sore neck. She gazed into the room as she slowly raised her head and dilated eyes.

The master bedroom was elegantly understatedly designed. The room's focal point was a king-sized bed, and above it was a sizable portrait of the handsome and dashing man who had just bought Meesha Kyle the previous evening.

Meesha Kyle glanced at the picture with great anger. The dude had such a dashing and attractive face. His eyes were too dark and frigid, and his face was stern. He had thin, healthy lips. He wasn't grinning, but he did have sinner-like lip corners that were slightly elevated. The man appeared tzar-like and amazing.

No matter how strong and alluring Myron Gray was, Meesha Kyle's eyes were full of vengeance. He purchased her. She kept hearing this sentence in her head, which made her feel more uneasy and incapacitated. She even didn't know his name.

She looked away from his wonderful image as a loud breeze rushed into the room. The door was suddenly knocked on. Meesha Kyle shivered when she heard the knock. He arrived? She can not face him.

Slowly rising, Meesha Kyle grasped the sides of her short, yellow dress. Her attention was focused on the elegant master bedroom door, which was unlocked but was still receiving knocks. Why would the man knock on his door if it was him? Without knocking, he would enter. She wasn't the owner of the house, therefore she was still terrified of it.

Meesha Kyle was dazed and contemplating the person behind the door.