CHAPTER 21

Simon entered my cabin.

"Hey, how are you? What happened on that business trip? Both of you absconded. I tried calling and texting you, but there was no response. Is everything okay with you?" "I was tired; that's it." "At least you could have responded by sending a message. I was worried because, before going on a business trip, you had planned something to take revenge on that idiot. I thought it backfired. Ha, ha, ha." Trust me, I want to stab him right away. I didn't utter a word; he noticed my stare, which made him shut his mouth at that second. "Get out." "OK, ok, you have lots of work to do. I will get going."

Simon left the cabin, and after that, I began to think that indeed, it backfired, made me go through so many things still not recovered, and I could not do anything, completely powerless, even though I was a billionaire and an influential person. I was bloody raped by a bloody nobody, and on top of that, he was a man. I never even dare to dream of having sex with a man.

The first thing I did, after regaining my senses, was take a DNA test. Why I preserved that as a precious thing was not getting based on that easily. I can put him on prison bars, but would that satisfy me? It is so fucking easy. I am thinking about what I have to do to that fucking bastard so that he should have a miserable death. Trust me, I thought of so many ways, but I know definitely he had prepared for everything. After coming to the company and seeing his face, I was indeed right.

After committing such a crime, he showed his face rather than hiding somewhere, which only shows he was ready for everything thrown at him and would take it with open arms. I am not able to digest that part. I must make him feel what I have gone through, but how was my biggest question when he was fucking ready for everything? Obviously, he had prepared himself thoroughly. I may have gone overboard on the business trip, but he pushed my button by opening his bloody mouth in front of everyone, which, in turn, affected my ego. How the hell was he going to leave that matter so easily?

I was doing my work when I received a call from Scott. When I said hello, his reply was, "Fucking bastard, you better note down what I am going to say only once." I immediately took my notepad, and he informed me to order Italian food with his additional preference. I tried to note it down as fast as I could, and then he disconnected the call.

After 30 minutes, I received the order and made my way towards his cabin. I entered, placed his order on the table, and informed him. Then Scott threw a card towards me and said, Whenever I order, use that card. I replied, "OK, and exited his cabin.

In front of him, I have become entirely mute, not able to open my mouth no matter what. If I do, it will only be to reply to him; don't tell me it will be this way from now onwards. I have become his servant; whenever he wants something, he will always call me. This behavior of mine was noticed by both Simon and the staff; they were dumbstruck and couldn't believe what they were seeing. I thought my service as his servant would be limited to company, but I was so wrong. On Friday night, I received a call from Scott informing me that he had given a holiday purposefully for his servants, so the rest could be guessed.

On Saturday, I went to Scott's house at 8 am, let me take back my word 'House' it was a 'Mansion', if I am not mistaken he was staying alone in such a big house necessary only for him, goodness, which really suited his status after entering the gate, I was digesting everything I was seeing, it was beyond my imagination when I entered inside I saw Scott he was doing something on his laptop his interior caught my eyes I didn't bother to greet him, was mesmerized everything in here was dam expensive for sure, after few seconds he spoke, "You can't afford not even one item in your dream also so stop that wow thing, as I informed clean everything including garden and also got cars in underground that too", after that he left.

When I started my work, I concentrated on only the necessary areas, like the hall, kitchen, study room, and his personal room. Whenever I was cleaning expensive items, I handled them with care.

While cleaning his room in his closet, I found so many expensive items, like branded watches, bracelets, neck chains, finger rings, and many more. He is so careless. How the hell can anyone leave these items like this? Even though he got a locker, I didn't have a choice and made a secret place in his closet. I dumped all those items and left a note just in case.

After that, I made my way towards the garden. As I was from the countryside, gardening was no big deal for me. I collected a few flowers, and wherever there was a vase, I placed those flowers, which added unique beauty to the house.

It was already lunchtime when I made my way towards the fridge. I guess I needed to search for which item he had not gotten; literally, everything was stored. I prepared a simple lunch for myself, and after that, I made my way underground. Wow, this place was like heaven, and the best part of his house, my goodness. His collection of cars was mind-blowing; most of them I saw only in magazines or on social media. Every branded car he had got, while cleaning those cars, I had the urge to drive them only if I found the keys.

It was already evening, and I was tired and needed to sleep. I thought of calling and informing him but dropped that idea, and without any choice, I waited for his arrival.

When he arrived, it was already 12 a.m.; in a drunk state, he was not able to walk properly, but still he spoke.

"What are you doing till now?" "I was waiting for you." He was not able to walk, so I thought of helping him, of course, with permission. I spoke again. "You are not able to walk properly; shall I help you?" "You fucking stay away from me, bloody rapist.".

After that, he was making his way towards his room. I didn't dare touch him. Why the heck does he need to mention that I am bloody regretful of what I did? He is not going to spare me in this life.

I thought he would come down, so I was waiting for him. It was already 30 minutes, and he hadn't come down, so without any option, I made my way towards his bedroom. When I entered, I saw he had already slept like that; he didn't even bother to change his clothes.

He was mumbling something in his sleep; it was not horrible, so I approached him and started observing his lips. He was cursing me, and he was also saying something; that was not quite clear, but it was a kind of suffering; tears were falling; he was telling me to stop, stop, stop; he was clearly suffering; when he said that he was consulting a 'psychiatric', it was not a joke indeed; he was; clearly, it has not helped him.

I am not able to believe I have caused trauma in someone's life. That person is suffering in front of me, for sure. He has not shared the hotel incident with anyone. How the hell can anyone share this? On top of it, he is facing his assaulter daily. How the hell is he going to forget that dreadful event?

For the first time in my life, I regretted my existence. Whatever my reason, he doesn't deserve this agony that I have caused. I have to take responsibility for what I have done. I have to find some way to take him out of this trauma. I can't let him suffer this way. He doesn't deserve this life. I was not able to take my eyes off him, no matter how much I tried. After a few minutes, he was normal again, sleeping, so I thought of leaving his room.

When I was near the door, I heard a sound once again, this time not suffering, replaced by his moan. Curiosity caught me, so I approached him again. He was feeling uncomfortable or something, again moaning, but this time it was quite louder. What the hell? I think I made a mistake coming over here. This is giving me hell. After a few seconds, he started to pull his pants off. He was trying, but it was not coming off.

I had the option of running from his room, but I chose to stay as my legs were glued to the ground because of scenes that were taking place in front of me, and I couldn't see him struggling anymore, so I helped him remove his pants. Ok, shit, again, my mind was telling me to run from his room as far as I could, but stubborn me, when I removed his pants, I saw his member, which was fully bulged and erected. By seeing that, I got hard on.

He was moaning, he was remembering something, and he was making tempting gestures. I couldn't take any more. I helped him to calm himself by giving a blowjob, and while giving a blowjob, I was able to hear the same moan that drove me crazy a few days ago; he 'cum' in no time. The whole time I watched his face, which was damn tempting, I didn't stay, not even a second. By covering him with a blanket, I ran out of his room. If I stayed, surely I would add more to the worst that has already happened.

After coming out of his room, I tried my best to calm myself, but his face, his moan, and his dam made my situation worse. I couldn't control myself, and by remembering his face, I started to release myself in no time. I also 'cum' bloody hell. I am so doomed.

I did not leave his place; I don't know why. I couldn't make myself leave his place, so I slept on his couch the next day. When he came down, it was already 10 a.m.

"What the hell are you doing here till now? You fucking bastard, get the hell out". "Yeah, yeah, going, prepared breakfast, have, probably you are feeling hungry.".

I didn't stay even a second over there and left his home immediately after yesterday's incident. How the hell was I going to face him? And by seeing his reaction, probably he didn't remember anything about last night's incident. Thank God for that.