Grace's POV

After taking a shower, I finally came out of the washroom. My eyes are burning after crying, I am used to it by now.

I wore a dress and got ready for work. No matter how much I hate it, I can't stop working for him; otherwise, he will destroy us within seconds. My heart burns whenever I think about my situation. It feels like I am drowning in a bog, I am trying to hold on to something to survive, trying to breathe, but everything is slipping from my hands like wet mud. It's suffocating.

Wiping my tears I did my hair and tried to hide his marks. My neck is full of hickeys.

I wore my old blue dress, which is decent enough for the office. I am getting short of clothes, but shopping is the last thing I should do right now. I can't do it when I have a mountain of debt on my head.

Sighing, I walked downstairs. We have a small two-story house, which is actually not in very good condition. I don't have the money to renovate it. I feel very bad when I see crispy walls and broken furniture.

My stomach growled in hunger. I had to eat something after last night. I feel weak. As usual, disappointment flashed on my face when I opened the freezer. It's empty, what was I expecting? I don't even have enough money to buy groceries. After paying the instalments of the loan, I only get one thousand dollars in my hands from which I have to manage house expenses and other basic things.

I made coffee for myself and sat at the dining table. Looks like it's my only meal today.

I just hope it ends soon. It's been three and a half months since I've been doing this, 15 days more and it will be over. I will be free from him.

"Good morning"

Dad said while coming inside. Where did he come from? Was he out the whole night?

"I went for a walk..."

He said while sitting beside me.

"I brought this sandwich for you... I know there is nothing in the freezer."

"Thanks"

I really needed it.

"Grace, how is it going?... Are you doing okay?"

He asked sadly.

"I know it's____"

"Dad, I am fine"

I trailed off.

"Everything will be fine within a few days... I am getting late, I should leave"

I said and walked out. He doesn't know what I am doing to pay his loan. I can't meet his gaze, I feel ashamed.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I started walking towards the Office building. It's a half-hour distance, I can't waste money on a cab or bus, so I take a walk every day. It's a cold day today, it's not snowing yet but soon it will. Christmas used to be my favourite but this time I am not even a bit excited for it.

After half an hour I am finally standing in front of his office building. I walked inside, trying to ignore the regular employees.

I walked through digital security and went to the 2nd floor where all employees are already working. Everyone looks relaxed, which shows that he hasn't come to the office yet.

I wish he wouldn't come today, my day will be less stressful.

Suddenly, everyone got alert and quietly took their places, the air around me got tense, and I knew who was the reason behind it.

All flour went pin-drop silent. I am the only one who is standing in the Middle of the way.

I decided to look up, but those familiar shiny expensive shoes came into my view, and I dropped the idea.

I am not going to look in his eyes, never.

'anything but not eyes Grace... Not eyes.'

I warned myself.

I kept my head low, and I was too scared to do something. I want to run from his site, but it feels like my legs are frozen. I don't want him to insult me in front of everyone.

But sometimes I force myself to think, does he even remember my face? Why would he? I am just a random girl who is warming his bed for money. I know his thinking won't be good about me. He must be thinking so low of me. Will he recognise me if he sees me outside of his bedroom and office cabin?

Does he even recognise my face?

I gulped when he walked past me. He didn't even spare me a glance, like I was a stranger, like he wasn't fucking the life out of me the entire night. Not like I was expecting him to greet me, but how can he be so normal while I am dying every second? I closed my eyes as his scent teased my senses and reminded me of every night I have spent with him. He has a strong addictive scent, but for me, it's another thing that scares me.

He must have gone to his cabin because now I can hear chattering and murmuring of people.

"God, he is so handsome"

One of the girls exclaimed.

"Trust me, I would have left this work a long time ago, but he is the only reason why I am here."

Another one said.

Oh, only if you knew girl. I internally scoffed at her.

"Exactly... I mean, I'm looking at him. He will put some vogue model to shame..."

Another one joined the conversation.

"He is such a daddy material... He makes me wet just by his looks, damn... He must be very good in bed; have you seen his personality?"

Ohh, yes, I have seen everything and I'll be very happy to change my place with her.

"Have you ever been to his cabin?"

One of them asked the other one.

"Sadly no... Only his secretary is allowed other than Mr. Gomez."

One of them answered.

"No there is one more..."

Someone said, and I looked at them; they were all looking at me.

"This girl... I don't know exactly what she does, but I think she stays in his cabin the whole day."

"She is his personal accountant... Mr. Gomez once told me."

Another one answered.

Before they call me I rushed towards his cabin. I don't want to deal with these wild cats. They will eat me alive.

I took a deep breath and pressed the red doorbell. When it turned green, I hesitatingly opened the door and entered.

He was sitting in his chair, and thankfully, Mr. Gomez was sitting in front of him.

"Good morning..."

I mumbled and silently sat on the sofa.

As usual, Mr. Gomez just nodded at me, and he behaved as if I were invisible. He never greets me back, he doesn't even acknowledge my presence until and unless it's for sex.

I kept my purse aside and picked up the documents which were on the coffee table. This is where I work every day. I don't have a separate table or a place where I can work freely. I work in front of him.

I once asked Mr. Gomez about it, and he said that it's confidential work. I am dealing with his personal accounts and they don't want to take any risk. And I can understand it, he has a lot of black money. The money he earns within one minute, I can't earn it in my whole life. He is beyond the definition of Rich.

What I have to do is convert his black money into white and keep his accounts away from the radar of the Income Tax Department.

The loan which my father has taken from him is nothing to him; he can earn it back in just one second, yet he is playing with our lives for it. Does it entertain him?

"I'll take your permission now, chief"

Mr. Gomez stood up to leave.

"See you around Grace... Did you have breakfast?"

He looked at me.

I don't know why, but he asks me this every day, and sometimes he brings me lunch and dinner. Why does he care if I am eating or not?

"Yes, Mr. Gomez... Thank you."

I replied.

He gave me a nod and walked out. I don't know if I should hate this man or be grateful that he is helping me in this work. He is a close man of Dominick Moretti and has been helpful towards me, but still, he is his man, and they are all criminals.

I still remember how Mr. Gomez offered me this work and till now I am thinking if I have made the right decision or not by listening to him.