Chapter 36 I Want You With Me
The girl truly looks innocent, almost like a frightened little child. Her eyes are red, heavy with unshed tears. Her cheeks are damp with sweat, and her lips tremble slightly. I stop when I see her.
In a low voice, I ask, “Why are you crying so much?”
She looks at me nervously, as if she is about to be punished for a grave mistake. “Sir… please don’t file a complaint against me.”
She says in a choked voice, “They will fire me. I have no money at all… and I desperately need money right now.”
The fear on her face, the sweat, and her trembling lips force me to ask the question directly, “How much money do you need?”
She falls silent for a moment, then gathers her courage and says, “One billion dollars.”
I am shocked, but I keep my voice calm, “What will you do with that much money?”
Her eyes fill with tears again, “My parents were under a huge debt,”
She says, “The man they borrowed money from fixed my marriage with himself. I don’t want to marry him. He beats me. I just want to repay his money and free myself from this relationship.”
I look at her carefully, “Are you already married?”
She quickly shakes her head, “No… but it could happen next month.”
After a deep silence, I say, “Then don’t marry him. I will give you the money.”
She stares at me in disbelief, “Why… why would you do that, sir?”
I pause for a moment and then say clearly, “But I will have one condition. You will have to stay with me… as a part of my life.”
She is completely stunned. Her breathing becomes fast. I add, “If you’re not ready, then it’s fine..”
She suddenly interrupts, “I agree.”
A faint smile appears on my face, but fear still lingers in her eyes as if she herself doesn’t fully understand what she has just agreed to. The tears in her eyes tell me how heavy this decision is for her.
At that moment, I realize this is not just a deal this is the most difficult turning point of her life.
In a soft voice, I say, “I want you with me… right now, at this very moment.”
She hesitates and asks softly, “Sir…?”
I reassure her, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Stay with me. I won’t leave you.”
She falls silent. Tears quietly roll down her cheeks. I gently gesture for her to come with me. Without saying a word, she walks beside me.
I throw the car door open, and she slides inside in heavy silence, as I waste not a single second before flooring the accelerator and tearing away from the scene, the roar of the engine being the only sound between us during the entire drive.
In no time, I slam on the brakes in front of a secluded, desolate farmhouse surrounded by an eerie stillness, where she remains perched on her seat, paralyzed and breathless, as if sensing an unspoken danger looming over her.
Suddenly, the phone in her bag begins to ring persistently; she fumbles in a panic to cut the call, but I fix her with a sharp, piercing gaze and demand with cold authority, "Whose phone is it?"
She replies in a trembling, hushed whisper, "My fiancé's," words that make my blood boil instantly. I stare her down with a look intended to terrify and say in a chillingly decisive tone, "He is not your fiancé anymore... so don't you ever say that again,"
The sheer weight of my words breaks her spirit as she nods her head in immediate, child-like submission.
I then haul her out of the car, gripping her hand firmly as I lead her straight into the farmhouse bedroom, and the moment we are inside, I turn back and slam the door shut with a violent click, ensuring that in this locked room, there is no one else but the two of us.
I seize her in a crushing grip and, without a second’s delay, give her a forceful shove onto the bed, causing her to stumble and collapse onto the soft mattress.
Before she can even begin to regain her composure or try to move away, I descend upon her like a predatory hunter, pressing my lips firmly against her trembling ones.
I begin to kiss her with an overwhelming depth and raw passion, her soft, delicate, and velvet-smooth lips yielding under mine, but in the midst of it, tears begin to stream from her eyes as she starts to sob.
Hearing her cry makes my anger flare up, and I lean in close to her face, commanding in a harsh, biting tone, "Shut up!" at which she immediately falls silent, paralyzed by fear and holding her breath.
I then abandon her lips to quench my thirst against her slender, graceful neck, trailing kisses all along its softness. As my warm lips graze her tender skin, her terror gradually begins to shift into a strange, intoxicating trance, Her fear vanishes.
Now, instead of sobs, a drug-like, breathless whimper escapes her throat, and every time my lips touch the sensitive curves of her neck, a sharp, longing gasp erupts from her lips.
It seems as though my heat has finally ignited a deep, smoldering fire within her cold body, and she too has begun to burn in the feverish intensity of this moment.
I slide my hands deep inside her clothes, and the sheer softness of her skin is so overwhelming that I find myself completely unable to maintain any shred of self-control. Looking down at her, the desire is so raw and consuming that I realize, perhaps today, I am going to hurt her badly.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!