Grace's POV

Mr. Gomez left the office and I resumed my work. I wasn't a fan of silence, but now I am in love with it. He never talks to me. Sometimes it feels like I don't even exist for him, he only comes to me when he wants sex. I haven't seen him talking to people casually so I don't think it's just me with whom he doesn't converse. But maybe that's what my place in his life is, I am just a thing which he wants to satisfy himself. I have no value in his eyes. I am not the first one for him and definitely not the last. I am just waiting for these fifteen days to end and then I'll be free.

I tried to focus on my work, but it's so difficult when he is sitting across from me. He doesn't say anything, but it feels like he is watching me every time. I have never looked up at him when we are in the cabin, I try to ignore his presence and focus on my work. I hardly look at his face, he terrifies me. His eyes are enough to kill anyone. I never thought that someone could make me shiver with just one angry look until I met him.

We often experience nightmares and wish not to face them in real life. I was also experiencing nightmares, but I was so unlucky that I walked towards it.

Shaking my head, I started examining his bank statements, but my grip on the pen tightened when he stood up from his chair.

'oh god! Not now... Please not now... I am still tired because of last night. I can't take it today...'

I closed my eyes and gulped. I don't want to look at him right now. Goosebumps crawled on my body when I thought about the situation.

'I don't want to have sex today...'

I waited to feel his hands on my body, but it didn't happen. I slowly opened my eyes and released my breath, which I was holding. He wasn't near me; instead, He was standing at the window, turning his back on me. Whenever I look at him I only think, this man is so big. I hardly reach his chest; if he decides, he can easily crush me under him.

He looks lost, he is not wearing his coat, sleeves are rolled up to the elbows. I can see veins popping on his hands which he has in his pockets. He looks tense and it's a red signal for me. In these few months, I have started predicting his behaviour. Whenever he looks tense, he goes very hard on me, and he makes me cry. I can't handle his bad mood. His bad mood is my biggest fear.

I can't forget how he treated me on the first night. I tremble just with the memory, that night he installed his fear in my heart.

My situation manipulated me to accept this thing; it wasn't easy, but I had to do it for survival. I had no other choice.

Mr. Gomez explained and told me all the rules. He looks worried about me, he was warning me again and again not to do anything stupid. He personally took me to the doctor for birth control.

"Do anything you want Grace... But don't ever try to run..."

He warned, and I looked at him.

"You won't succeed and will eventually end up dead... You seem to be a nice girl, don't die..."

I gulped.

"Will he hurt me?"

He looked away from my eyes, and those hesitant eyes gave me my answer. I know he can hurt me.

"It depends on you Grace... Don't make him mad. Listen to him. Follow his orders, give him what he wants and you will be fine."

He replied.

"Anyway, he will get bored with you very soon..."

He looked me up and down.

"I don't think you have anything which can smitten him... He has seen better."

He casually insulted my body.

I know I am an average-looking girl, and I have a small body. Even if I am American I don't have those colourful eyes and golden hair. My eyes and hair are coal black. I have a baby face, which makes me look younger than I really am. I am 25 years old and people often took me for a high school girl.

"I am actually worried... I think he might reject you. You are too small for him. I wouldn't have chosen you if it weren't for the loan."

He said shaking his head.

"Make sure he chooses you, Grace. This is your only way to pay back this loan... I am sorry if I am making you feel bad but this is the reality."

"I know"

I nodded gulping back my tears.

Does he really think I care about his choice? I don't want to impress him or anything like that. I have prepared myself to do this only because I want to see my father alive, that's it.

Mr. Gomez personally dropped me off at his mansion.

"Please follow the rules, Grace... I don't want to collect your dead body in the morning."

He said in a warning tone, and it was making me more anxious.

I walked inside the mansion, which was no less than a five-star hotel. One guard guided me through empty hallways. My eyes wandered over large paintings and a huge chandelier. If it wasn't for the situation, I would have loved to take a tour of that Mansion.

"You can go inside... Chief is already inside."

The guard said when we stopped in front of the big mahogany door. I know it's not his bedroom because Gomez said that no one has permission to enter his bedroom. I have to wait for him in a different room.

I gulped and closed my eyes. After giving myself false hopes and empty confidence, I pushed the big, heavy door and entered.

The lights were off, and the only source of light was the Fire, but it was strong enough to provide enough light. It was making the room warm. It was giving a medieval feeling.

I looked at him, he was standing beside the bed and behind the window, just like he was standing in front of me in the office.

"Strip!"

It was the first word which he said to me.

My heart started trembling in my ribcage when I heard his thick Italian accent in a rough and strong voice. From the back, he looked too big, and it scared me even more. I clutched the hem of my black dress, which Gomez gave me.

I bit on my lower lip in shame and unzipped my dress. I knew I had to do it, so I was prepared. I stood there only in a Black thong. I never thought that one day I would do this for money. My heart was becoming heavy with each passing second. I was afraid that I might turn back from my decision. I wanted it to be done so I can go back home. Turning back would have made my situation worse.

Standing naked in front of a total stranger was a very disgusting feeling, my mind was getting foggy with overthinking.

He turned around and looked at me, I was looking down in shame. I was sure that he could see my red and embarrassed face in the dark room.

He placed his glass aside with a tuck sound, and I looked at him. My heart stopped beating for a second when I saw his face. I wasn't expecting this man to be so good-looking. He was tall, and his face was beautiful with sharp features. Pointed nose and heart-shaped lips. Almond eyes with thick eyelashes and eyebrows. Genetics plays its role very beautifully.

Still, his beauty couldn't hide the evilness of his face. Sometimes we get the feeling about the person with just one look and I was sure that it's not the good one. His dangerous Aura was overpowering his beauty.

My eyes locked with his, and I only saw lust in those grey orbs.

He took a step towards me, and I automatically stepped back, which was my first mistake.

My heart shook in fear when he glared at me. His eyes were literally throwing daggers at me. He looked offended and angry. If looks can kill, then I would have been dead on that day. I gulped and looked down. After that day I couldn't look into his eyes again.

Partly because I am scared and partly because I am embarrassed.

People say right, eyes talk, and I don't want to converse with his evil eyes.

A small scream escaped from my mouth when he grabbed my arm and roughly pushed me onto the bed.