Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 60

GWENETH

I had tried to run but ended up stumbling and falling almost flat on the ground. I lay there groaning in pain. He cos and carries in his arms in a bridal style. "You haven’t changed much in character, Gweneth. My words still don’t work with you. Don’t upset ." I hear his deep, baritone voice say, sounding more or less like a warning. It feels distant in my head like I am hearing it from afar. "Bastard." I hiss out in my haze. He cackles.

"This is why I am unable to stop myself when it cos to you. You are so fucking intoxicating and you don’t even know it. You are a pretty little wildflower."

I have no clue where he is heading with this. I cannot force my shaky eyes to focus any longer.

But then a little later, I’m put on a bed and covered with a thick duvet. He tells to go to sleep and then leaves the room.

I heard his retreating footsteps and the sound of the door closing after him. He wants to sleep here? Seriously? The Bermuda triangle and Mariana trench would be nicer.

He surely has sothing up his sleeve. I try to stay awake and keep my eyes peeled for a while figuring out and imagining scenarios as to why he had brought here. I sit back against the headboard, hugging my knees and rocking my body as I take in the surrounding.

Almost everything is in white. A monochromatic design bedroom. My eyelids becos too heavy to keep open at so point. My head feels like it is spinning. Is this what is called a hangover?

I let my eyes fall closed. Telling myself that I would only just take a short nap. I weakly open my eyes through layers of sleep as I get the feeling that I have slept more than enough. Who is this person in a black suit sitting not so far from and reading sothing from a tablet? My eyes widens, I imdiately jolt out of sleep when I realize who it is. "Calyx! What are you doing here in my room?" I shriek in sheer terror. He lazily looks at . Eyes becoming darker, sharp. Gaze lingering.

Before I could yell at him again, I soon realized why. And I beca mortified. I let out an even louder shriek this ti as I discover that I am naked. The duvet had ridden down which completely bared my upper body for him to see. I quickly cover myself. It is the sa story below. I hold the blanket tightly around myself. He speaks before I could accuse. "Do not tell you don’t rember last night and how I brought you here?"

"You what?" I naturally did not believe him at first. But then I slowly begin to rember in bits. How he carried over his shoulder. The spanks. The kiss. The terrifying mory of how I had reciprocated the kiss and enjoyed it instead of pushing him away. The corner of his mouth raises into a smile. "Seems like you rember now."

"I don’t rember taking my clothes off you pervert!" I snarl. "What did you do to !"

"You are the one doing sothing to now. Good thing I have the footage right. . .here. He turns the tablet so I can see the screen and the video being displayed on it. It was on the bed. I had taken my clothes off by myself. He removes the tablet from my face when the video ends. I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing. I shout indignantly. "You should have closed your eyes then!"

"It would be a cri for to look away from their beauty." He eyes my breasts like he is seeing them directly through the duvet. "I’m so turned on and I can’t even make you to take responsibility." He adds.

"Go ahead. You don’t care about consent. Just don’t be surprised if I bite your damn dick off!"

"Enough about the past, Gweneth unless you are eager to repeat it. I for one would be happy to do it right here."

I nearly choke on my own breath. Blinking my eyes in disbelief. "You wouldn’t—"

"Try and say that again." He stands up. It only takes two strides for his large figure to loom over on the bed. "Now tell , do you want to work as a stripper or as a secretary?"

"What? What does it matter to you?"

"Well I thought I should at least give you a chance for old tis sake."

"At what price?" I don’t know why I asked that. The words just cos out of my mouth. I have already said them before I know what I said.

"Do you want there to be a price?" I don’t respond to that. He smiles. "Fine. There is a price I am thinking off. It would be very thrilling if you agree."

I should say I don’t want to hear it. But instead I ask, "What is it?"

"Can I have your word that you would agree?"

"I want to know what it is first. You didn’t beco the tycoon that you are now from making bad deals. Why should I?" I will not agree to whatever nonsense he wants to say, clean or not. "You said I should hire you as a temp that day. . ." He starts. "Six months? I will be giving you two weeks. I can make you a permanent secretary and give you whatever you want if you beco my contract partner. " Contract partner? The word sounds like foreign shit to my ears.

"What do you an by that?"

"It is very simple." He says.

"All you have to do is be my legal wife. Give unlimited access to that pretty, tight cunt of yours long enough for to get you pregnant. How does that sound?"