Chapter 31 THE LIE
MATTHIAS POV
I pulled out my phone, making sure to keep my expression neutral. I opened up the photo app and started deleting thumbnails one by one, making a big show of it so he could see what I was doing.
What he didn't know was that I had already moved all the actual video files to a hidden, encrypted folder that wouldn't show up in any normal search.
I was deleting the preview thumbnails, but the full videos were safe and secure where only I could access them.
"There, done." I showed him the empty photo gallery.
"Let me see that." He grabbed my phone out of my hand and started scrolling through it himself, checking the recently deleted folder, checking my cloud storage, checking everywhere he could think of.
After a few minutes of searching and finding nothing, he handed the phone back to me.
"Fine, for now, I'll trust that you actually deleted them. But if I find out you kept copies—"
His phone started ringing, cutting him off mid-threat.
He looked at the screen and cursed. "I have to take this. It's the Singapore office and they wouldn't be calling at this hour unless something was seriously wrong."
He stepped out into the hallway, and I could hear him immediately start barking orders in that cold, commanding voice he used for business. "I don't care what time it is there. I don't care if you have to wake people up. Fix it and fix it now."
I looked down at Nova, so beautiful and vulnerable and completely helpless.
I started dressing her slowly, taking my time with it.
I put her bra back on, letting my hands linger on her breasts longer than necessary, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under my fingers.
Vincent's voice droned on in the hallway, going on and on about some shipment crisis or customs problem or whatever boring business emergency had come up.
From the sound of it, he was going to be on that call for at least ten more minutes.
Which meant I was alone with Nova for ten minutes.
I could finish what we had started.
My hand moved to my zipper, my dick already getting hard again just from looking at her naked body spread out on my bed.
"I don't care what excuses they're giving you!" Vincent's voice suddenly got much louder in the hallway. "Fix it or I will fly out there myself and fix it for you, and trust me, you don't want that!"
I froze with my hand on my zipper.
What the hell was I thinking? If he walked in and caught me…
I pulled my hand away from my pants and took a step back from the bed.
I needed to focus. I needed to finish getting her dressed and get her out of here before my father decided to check on what I was doing.
I finished dressing her as quickly as I could, pulling her panties back on and then wrestling her limp body into her dress.
It was harder than I expected because she was completely dead weight, but I finally got the dress on her and zipped up.
Vincent walked back into the room just as I was smoothing down her hair, trying to make her look like nothing had happened.
"Good. She looks completely untouched." He checked her pulse one more time. “It's a good thing she won't be able to remember anything, but when she wakes up, stick to the story that she had too much wine and slept off. Do you understand?"
"I understand." I murmured, even though I wanted to tell me her to face that she fucked me.
"I'm leaving now, clean yourself up and arrange the house." He headed for the door but stopped and looked back at me one more time. "
And Matthias? Don't ever do something this stupid again without clearing it with me first."
He left, and I heard his footsteps heavy and angry on the stairs. A minute later, I heard the front door open and slam shut.
I stood there alone with Nova for a long moment, just looking at her.
Then I followed my father downstairs and locked the front door behind him.
The house was completely silent now. Empty except for me and the unconscious girl upstairs in my bedroom.
I climbed the stairs slowly, deliberately, thinking about what I wanted to do next
I walked back into my bedroom and looked at Nova, still passed out cold on my bed. She hadn't moved even an inch since I had dressed her.
The temptation came roaring back, even stronger than before. My father was gone now.
No one was here to interrupt me. No one would ever know what I did in the next hour before she woke up.
I could do whatever I wanted.
I moved to the bed and sat down beside her. I ran my hand slowly up her thigh, pushing her dress up as I went, watching her face for any sign of reaction.
Nothing. Not even a flutter of her eyelids.
"Nova," I whispered, leaning down close to her ear. "Last chance to wake up, baby."
Still nothing.
I leaned down and kissed her neck, letting my lips trail down to her shoulder. I bit down gently on her collarbone, hard enough that it should have made her gasp or flinch or something.
But there was nothing. No response at all. She just lay there like a beautiful doll, completely lifeless.
I sat back up and looked at her, really looked at her.
This was pointless. There was no response, no reaction, no participation. Just dead weight that couldn't even moan or move or do anything.
Where was the fun in that?
I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her desperate and needy and fully conscious and aware of everything I was doing to her.
I wanted to hear her screaming my name and telling me she was mine.
Not this. Not a limp, unresponsive body that might as well have been a corpse for all the reaction I was getting.
I stood up from the bed and checked my watch. Four-thirty in the morning. The sun would be up in a couple of hours.
I needed to get her home before she woke up and started asking questions I didn't want to answer.
I straightened her dress one more time, making sure everything looked perfect. I smoothed down her hair, arranging it carefully on the pillow so she would look like she had just been sleeping peacefully.
Then I left the room and closed the door quietly behind me.
I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the evidence of what I had been doing.
I changed into a fresh shirt, making sure I looked completely presentable and not at all like someone who had just spent the last hour fucking a drugged woman.
When I came back to check on her, she was still completely unconscious.
I waited until six o'clock in the morning, giving the drug plenty of time to start wearing off. Then I gently shook her shoulder.
"Nova. Hey, Nova. Wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, unfocused and confused.
She blinked up at me like she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there.
"What... where..." Her voice was hoarse and rough.
"Hey, take it easy." I helped her sit up and handed her a glass of water and two aspirin that I had ready. "You're at my house. You had way too much wine last night and passed out. I brought you up here so you could sleep it off."
She took the water and pills with shaking hands, and I could see her trying to piece together what had happened, trying to remember.
But there was nothing there for her to remember. The drug had done its job perfectly.
She believed every single word I told her.