Mercedes didn't have a choice. She was maimed and felt like a purchased commodity. She had to do everything he wanted for one week. "Yes," she muttered, her hand around Nathan's back balled into a fist to stop her trembling form. Surprisingly, Nathan was gentle.
"Come on, it's not convincing enough. Let me make it easier for you, kiss me," his voice minced with a seductive stun, beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. Luckily, the pilot intervened.
"We're ready for take-off, Mr Legend," he said through the address system.
Nathan sighed, "your lucky day. Sit beside me and fasten your seat belt," he cautioned but as soon as she sat, he buckled her securely by himself.
When the plane was in the air, Nathan unbuckled his seat belt, then did hers, "break time over," he purred.
"Now,
