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They pushed her through the double door to meet her buyer.

"Get ready... your innocence will be taken away," the woman warned her before leaving.

She was in the red room, waiting. The room was lit by candles and smelled of lavender and peppermint. As the strange man entered, the door opened. She didn't look up, but the heavy steps and the scent of the man, which is unusual for her to smell despite the fact that he's only a few steps away, exude masculinity and power. She couldn't help but notice him. He's tall, but he's not the one who raises the card.

"I already paid a lot for you," he said as he stood in front of her. "Already on your account," he said, her gaze drawn away by his masculine voice. He scooped her chin, gently pulling it back so she could look at him. "You've been sold to me, which means you're mine from now on."

She was stunned by what he said. Though it was dark, the man was so handsome, so masculine, and his beauty was unparalleled by any other man. He was perfectly sculpted by the god—and also a dangerous man. He knelt down and pressed his warm lips against hers. She didn't expect it to be just two skins against each other, but rather something more.

"Clean up, take off your makeup, and shower," he demanded. She didn't move for a single second. Not until he began to remove his coat and then unbutton his shirt. "If you prefer, we could just go straight."

She stood up naturally and walked quickly to the restroom. He begged her not to lock the bathroom door, but she did. She took off her makeup and false lashes. She washed her entire body while standing in the shower, debating whether it was right or wrong. But the money is already in her account, and she'll be in big trouble if she doesn't give the man what he wants.

The man appears to be powerful and had sold her for $4.5 million. Dollars! It was a massive account when I converted it to Philippine Pesos. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice him coming in, and when her hips were twisted and she faced him, she gasped. She was well aware that she had locked the door.

She gapes at his masculinity, which is so tall that she looks like a pixie beneath him.

His gaze is drawn to her face and breasts. He's already caught her wrists and pinned them to the wall, so she can't even cover her breasts.

"I"ll—"

"Where would you like it? Here in the shower? You make me wait so long, Licia." He said her name as if she had heard it somewhere.

She didn't have time to argue, so she let him devour her, suck her skin, and play with her mouth. She was too distracted by how he kissed... he tastes good. I didn't expect it to be this way. She was anxious, but he gave her a different sensation, as if her entire goddess was responding to him. Instead of the cold wall, she now felt a cold soft bed.

Later on, it gets better; she was breathless... his kiss and touch weren't as bad as she had expected. She found herself screaming in pleasurable pain, her fingernails digging into his skin and scratching his back, but he never complains. She was completely out of her mind.

She was too exhausted to talk or move after reaching a climax. It's better that way. She had dozed off, but he roused her and handed her a whiskey. She looked up at his handsome, mysterious, and dangerous face.

He gave her water and she drank it, he was still naked. She slowly bit her lower lip and wanted to check the time, but he wouldn't let her and fucked her once more.

She felt dizzy after the quick one and wanted to sleep deeply, but he told her to sign a few papers, which she did without reading, and then he devoured her lips and let her sleep.

She wanted to know if it was all a dream, that she had sold her body and had a great night with a stranger, and that her mother was in the hospital while she had se*x. with a man.

But the smell of lavender and the big cold bed awakens her to the fact that it isn't her bed. She feels something between her legs and her lower abdomen aches, so she looks around and pushes the covers back. She's wearing a silk dress that feels so comfortable. Did he dress her up?

She walked toward the bathroom, a double door bathroom, and discovered that she was on her period. Gosh! She exhales. She just remembered that he didn't use any protection. She searched the cabinets for pads and covered the small robe that fit her. She gasped, finding maids getting in, bowed to her, and greeted her.

"G-good morning," she mumbled.

"Mr. de Alegre (Frederick) told us to get you ready for breakfast." A woman spoke. The woman was in her thirties, her hair was tied in a bun, and she appeared smart and submissive.

"Uhm..." she can't put it off any longer. She"s perplexed as to why she's here. "Where am I? " she asked.

"You are in the Master's Villa," the woman responds and her face puzzled. "If you wanted to ask a few questions, the Master told us to bring you to the patio." And he will respond to all of your question ."

"I—I have a little problem," she said, biting her lower lip as they exchanged glances.

She was finally clean, though her pussy still ached and her entire body hurt. She had discovered a few hickeys on her breast and was wearing the dress that had been provided to her. She really needs to leave. She couldn't find her belongings, and this was not the location where she was the night before. She must have fallen into a deep sleep as a result of the drink he gave her.

The man's power was so strong that she had to lower her head and stand in front of him. He appears to be reading something on an iPad while drinking coffee.

"Good morning," she greets. He raised his eyes to her and studied her for a moment.

"How was your sleep?" Why should someone who sold her for a night treat her like this?" she muttered inwardly.

"Good. Uhm, I'll go now," she says as she waits for his response. He set down his tablet, sipped his coffee, and dialed the maids' number.

"You're not going anywhere," her brow furrowed. "Remember, I bought you?"

"You rented me out for the night."

His simply shook his head.

"I paid a lot of money for you, so you're mine; no one else can have you." he said.

She became dizzy and sank it on her head. She almost tripped over what he said. She just wished that this was all a dream and that she was getting carried away.

"Sit," he said, but she just stood there.

"I wished to return home."

"Your apartment has been sold to someone else, and your mother urgently needs a heart transplant."  he said.

"Your apartment has been sold to someone else, and your mother urgently needs a heart transplant."  he said. Of course, he's powerful and well-informed. "I arranged everything; in exchange, you'll be my woman," he said, biting her lower lip. He has no heart.

"I appreciate what you did, but the payment is sufficient to save my mother, and as for your woman, it only happened for a night." He remained silent.

She's beginning to suspect he's a sociopath. He stood and walked around her as if he was going to hurt her or something. He, however, did not. He kissed her chin and scooped it up.

"It only happened for a night, but I pay twice as much to buy you, not just for a night, but until it fulfills me; remember, you signed a contract with me?"

"Why would you bother buying me if you could have anyone you wanted?" Her memory was hazy, but she did remember signing a few papers.

"I can have whoever I want, and I choose you; do you know how it bores me to death dealing with other women who want the same thing?" He snaked his arms around her waist, her body so close to him that she can feel the warmth of his breathing. He smelled like brewed coffee and his scent was delicious, but she shouldn't be attracted to him.

"You will stay here and do whatever you want, but you will be monitored 24 hours a day, seven days a week, do you understand?" He didn't smile. He was dangerously serious about everything he said.

"I want to go home," she said softly, almost pleadingly as she shuddered.

"What home?" he sneered, sticking a few strands behind her ear.