Sold To My Ex

Dark Conversation!

The secretary of the Taylor group came out of the building. A big car stopped in front of the gate. A black coloured Aston Martin was stopped in front of me.

“Lady.. You can get inside.” The secretary sat beside the driver and asked me to sit in the backseat. I was a little relieved because till now I didn’t feel any kind of misbehave towards myself.

He didn’t treat me like an actual slave. Maybe because I have told him how I was dragged into this matter.

“Lady please” he told me again. I shook my head and got inside the car. The car was running opposite to the main road of the city. I was watching out of the window.

How these five years slipped from my hand like sand. The cold air of the city has not changed back since, but my life has changed a lot.

The car stopped at the hotel Barbara. I was surprised when the secretary came out of the car and opened the door. Why did he bring me to the random hotel?

“Where is your president? I want to talk to him? I need to explain to him.” I was muttering, but he was silent.

“Sir, it is on the sixteenth floor. Before you get in, wear these clothes.” He handed a bag to me. My eyes squinted to see that.

“Please.. let me talk to him just for a few minutes.” I was almost begging him.

“Let me talk to my boss first.” He listened after seeing me beg. He went to the corner and said something on the phone.

“As for now, he is your owner. Please wear these clothes before he gets offended.” He handed that dress to me. I had no option left. If I had to speak to him, I needed to follow it.

I took that dress from his hand and went to the washroom. I changed clothes and wore the dress that the secretary gave me. It was a black shoulder top with a white skirt. Even if he considered me a slab, Who brings such a beautiful dress for a slave? My lips curled downwards and I went out.

“ you came.”

I saw the secretary was already standing outside with a black ribbon in his hands. He was waving that ribbon in the air. I was confused.

“What is this?” I asked him.

Two women came from behind and stood beside me. Slowly I started getting suspicious.

“Turn back.” He made a gesture towards me. It’s not like I am going to play a hide-and-seek game with the president.

I turned back without any complaint. The secretary tied that black ribbon to my eyes. I could see anything but I was presuming everything with my other senses.

I was taken to a room and was asked to sit up in bed.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on? Why was I sent into this room? Where is your president?” I was scared. I couldn’t see anything but could feel the colder touch of those two women on my elbow. They were silent like any dumb person.

I heard the sound of the closing of the door. They had both left. I was alone in the room as I could hear only silence around.

“What should I do?” I was scared in my heart.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the opening of the door.

“Tap…tap.. tap..” tapping of shoes, then the door closed again.

A night breeze was mixed with the smell of strong perfume. All of a sudden, I started feeling extremely cold. The taps started getting closer.

“Sir… I… I am not a slave… I am just… just trapped in this entire situation. Please listen to me..” words were not coming out of my mouth out of fear. I was scared to death as my hands and feet started turning cold.

I heard that someone threw down , it felt like a metallic buckle. I clenched my body and wrapped my arms around my knees.

“Please listen to me first. I am not a woman who sells her off.. I am here without my consent…” I was trying to speak. Suddenly, my mouth was covered by manly lips. That person held my head with his hands and pushed my mouth into his. He continuously started kissing me, which almost shocked me as I was turning breathless. He was forcing his fragrant breath into my mouth.

“Ummm…. Sir..” I was trying to speak but his lips were pushed into my lips. I started shaking my head to make him disturb him. His heavy breaths through his nose were stuck on my face. Why didn't he listen to me? Why was his breath familiar to me? Why was his touch on my head like someone I know was

I felt a little weird when I got kissed by that person. I thought I would explain to him my condition, but he did not seem to listen to me.

I shrank my shoulder and pressed my lips. Finally, he left my lips.

“Sir.. Try to listen to me.. I was forced into this trade.” I was talking to him but he completely ignored it.

I started feeling his lips onto my neck. I was scared because he actually started kissing my exposed naked shoulder.

Before he could do anything worse, I shouted back at him.

“Get away from me..” I used my elbow to push him away.

“Amy. Will you still behave like a mess?”

His thrilling voice, I found it similar to someone I know.

“You are..” I was speaking to him but before I could finish myself, he pulled the ribbon from my eyes. I was stunned to see the man in front of me. It was Neil Taylor, my ex-boyfriend. A person whom I haven't met for five years. A man who cheated on me five years ago. He is now smirking at me while his hands are in his pockets.

The ground slipped under my feet. What am I doing here?