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14. Please

Later that day I went to my room to go to sleep. I had everything ready. The lights were shut off, my pyjamas were on and the sheets were in place. The only light came in through the window, from the moon.

That was when somebody entered my room without a warning. I knew it was Mr. James. I did not see his face because I was sleeping on the other side of the bed.

He sneaked into my bed, right next to me.

"Did you enjoy today?" he asked me in his deep voice that sent chills to my c.ore.

I did not want to lie, so I replied, "No."

"Tell me why, Stella," he demanded smoothly. Mr. James was not touching me, yet I felt him near me.

"I..." I stuttered. All he wants is honesty, I told myself. "I did not like that woman. I felt mistreated when you sent me away."

"Were you jealous of Mrs. Fair?" he asked me.

"Yes, Mr. James." I shifted in my bed and faced him. It took a lot of guts, but I said, "Did you feel jealous when Stephen said he fucked me?"

"That is a bad word, Stella," he warned me. I had never used curse words before. I did not really care, I felt like the use of the word gave me power. It thrilled me.

"Well, did you?" I pushed him.

"Yes, Stella. I did." His hand reached out to my hair, and placed a strain of it behind my ear. "Now his semen is inside of you. He has marked you, and taken your first time for himself."

I did not really understand what he meant by 'marked'. It was not like Stephen and I were dating. Wait... Mr. James thought that we were together. Wasn't that against the protocol?

"I am my own person," I simply told Mr. James.

"Keep saying things like that, Stella." He sounded hoarse.

"Why, Mr. James?"

"It makes me want to fuck you even more." Mr. James sounded like his son for a second. It is just that if his son said that sentence, I would not have felt the way I felt in that moment.

The thought of getting 'fucked' intrigued me.

I had never been touched before. Mr. James thought otherwise. He thought Stephen had taken my virginity. I was nowhere near losing my virginity. Everything was intact, except the fact that I was probably pregnant.

"Careful, Mr. James. That is a bad word." He groaned. "You like playing with words in your family, don't you?"

"For pleasure purposes only," he said, and he sounded more relaxed than before.

"Mr. James, I am not sure whether all of this is appropriate," I admitted to him.

"I assure you that it is inappropriate, but honestly, do you care?" Mr. James sounded all worked up and sexy, but I was scared. It was exciting, but I had a lot to lose in this game.

"I am here for one purpose only, Mr. James. I do not want to get into trouble," I said. It was the right thing to do. Mr. James was a nice getaway in my head, but in reality he was worth millions and he could mean a lot of danger for me. "I will stay away from you if that would please you."

I did not want to make him uncomfortable.

"There are things that would definitely please me more."