When They have Heart and Money

Alex

"How's she, doctor?"

"Fine. But her foot is damaged pretty badly. Although I've put the plaster on, make sure she doesn't move around a lot and.. Yeah let her have a good rest." she said.

"I understand."

"Then I'll be leaving," the doctor said. She handed me a prescription.

"Doctor..,"

"Yeah, Mr. Alex?"

"Keep this confidential."

"Alright," and she left.

I took a look at her face. She was sleeping. The pill I had given her wasn't a painkiller. I wanted her to rest and forget those vicious moments for a while and be at peace. So I gave her a sleeping pill.

Naive.

She didn't wonder if I could take advantage of her. It gave me a sense of trust from her side.

Nothing like blind trust must exist. That's the one thing I had learned after becoming the CEO of Elites Corporation.

Why did she take me for a bodyguard?

The first time she had addressed me as a bodyguard hurt my pride. No one had ever called me that. I was angry at her. Since a commoner could disrespect me in such a way.

But then, again, there was something attractive about her. It was maybe her simplicity, or the carefree attitude which she carried around her.

I kept crossing paths with her and suddenly all of it felt made up. Like she was trying to be the damsel in an unknown paradise. I became suspicious. To the extent I started to believe she was just among the ones ready to hump dicks.

I started hating her. I hated the kind pretending to be what they weren't. But the act that she carried felt too real. And I didn't let my guard down.

Every time she would stand outside my room without ringing a bell made me believe that something was up in her venemous thoughts.

Only if she was venemous. How could I misunderstand someone? I've never been wrong even once in my life.

But I was wrong about her.

She was my first mistake.

They day I found her sleeping on top of me in my bed made me crazy. I was so angry at her that I didn't care and threw her off of me like an insect that was giving me a feeling of disgust while crawling over me.

I was feeling humiliated. She had taken my virginity.

Can only girls feel bad about it?

I became furious when I saw her tears. All of it seemed like a perfect plan. Her bumping into me. Again and again. Trying to act pitiful with a broken leg and pretending to be okay. Her calling me a bodyguard when practically everyone knew who I was. And then one day, I found her sleeping in my bed, on me.

She had intoxicated me. So badly that I couldn't make out the condition I was in. There was no way I would have done it in my normal state.

She continued to disregard her mistake. The fuck I had to do with her. And she was in my bed. With me. I had slept with her. I couldn't recall all the events of the night but I could remember enough to say that I had sex with her. I could hold liquor intoxication. Then how could she bring me to fuck her.

Not even once did she accept that she was responsible for it. I wanted to throw her out then and there. I was so consumed in my anger that I forgot about my beliefs and manners. She had no clothes on and I still dragged her to my door to throw her out. Whatever she had done, she was still a girl. But then again, my anger boiled inside me. She was a shameless girl. Still, I couldn't feel it in me to humiliate her in that way. I couldn't bring up myself to such a degrading task.

I eventually let her go back inside and wear her clothes. As soon as she came back, she pretended to not even be able to open a lock. The anger in me boiled again. I saw her shaking in fear. But she hadn't even turned around to see my angry face. For a split second, I found the good side in her. Flashes of last night recurred in my mind and I threw her out.

I shut the door behind me and got inside my room. The veins in my forehead were feeling like about to burst.

I saw the messed up bed before me. This further angered me. I stood up and began to smash things around. And that's when I finally noticed blood on bed.

Was she a virgin?

I wondered. I hadn't noticed any injuries on her body except her partly bruised leg since I had seen her naked. There weren't any on me either.

Something didn't seem right. I wanted to know more. Maybe she was speaking the truth about not knowing anything. But why her of all the people?

My mind was running in a frenzy. I decided to take a shower. When I came out, I called Liam for a meeting. I wanted to find the truth behind all of this.

When I came out of the room, the girl was still there, on the floor. She was leaned against the wall and she was still crying. Her cries lowered to sobs when I stepped out.

My heart softened at her state.

Maybe she is not what I think she is.

For a moment, I felt the need to comfort her. I felt the need to apologise but once again, all of her memories clouded my mind into making me believe that she was hiding the complexity of her wickedness beneath that facade of innocence.

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"Wait WHAT!!??? Alex Wilson slept with a GIRL?????"

"Shut the fuck up Liam."

"How can I shut up," he smirked, totally amused with the news.

"I'm so happy that you aren't gay."

"Fuck you."

"So tell me what intoxicated you more, her smell or her pu-"

"Another word and you're fired."

"Well you can fire me a hundred times if you wish but.." I death glared him.

"Alright. Cut to the chase."

I didn't know what exactly got me dizzy but I could remember coming into the room and feeling a burn in every inch of my body. And she was already there. In my bed. Clothed in her undergarments.

I felt the need to get undressed as well. The clothes were irritating my skin. Another hour and I could remember that she was sound asleep. And I was the one who made the first move. I pulled her close to me.

I could remember tears sliding down her eyes as I clasped open her bra and ripped away the remainders. Her whimpers chilled my spine. I tried to resist myself and pushed her away. But the next moment I saw her turn around and get on top of me. As she sat on top of me, her eyes became heavy again, and she fell down on my chest. I couldn't keep in any longer.

I asked Liam to get the cctv footages of the relative places around and when I took a look at them I found nothing. Just that someone had come to clean the room and a waitress had delivered coffee to me. After that, someone had covered the camera.

When I asked Liam to find out about who prepared the coffee, they told about some Asteria Grace, a new recruit. I asked them to call her but she was on leave.

"Do any of you have a photo of her?" I asked a few workers.

"I have one," a worker with blonde hairs came forward. The photo she showed me disgusted me to the extent that a scowl appeared on my face. I tried my best to hide it and returned to my room.

It was a photo of her, the very same girl in my bed. Her shirt was unbuttoned and she was looking right at the camera.

The fuck to thinking she's not a whore.

I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to ruin her the way she had ruined my first time. She went to the extent of faking her virginity, I had thought.

Let her have a nice holiday. And I'll make every day into hell for her after that.