Enslaved By The CEO

| CHAPTER TEN|

My day was TIRING. I was bombarded with questions about Spencer. I don’t know why they are asking me. Well, if they just go to the hospital, will they be totally rich? they could get news about Spencer with their money. Why are they still bothering me?

That night I remembered that Clyde would pick me up. I don’t want to linger and he might get angry when I go out for a long time. there was no group activity to do so I immediately went out to go home. As soon as I got out, I immediately saw Clyde standing in front of his car with shades on. He had his arms crossed and was wearing a white T-shirt. I stared at him and admired his handsomeness. for him hot actors in Italy. He has a little beard and he is really very handsome.

Handsome but demonic. I smirked and finally approached him. He straightened up when he saw me and suddenly turned his back on me then went to his car to open it. he silently entered and got into the driver’s seat without even opening it to me like other men.

My eyes widened at what he did. The ungentleman! Bastos!

I thought he was going to open me up but I just thought that! what exactly do I expect from a Clyde Marcus?

I just sighed and opened the car to get on. I sat quietly until he started to drive.

I still feel bad for what he did before.

“You cook later.” He was suddenly speechless. I just nodded and didn’t say a word as I looked at the buildings and houses we passed.

“I want you to clean my room before I sleep.” He ordered again. I nodded as well.

“I also want you to clean my comfort room after I take a bath.” He ordered again. I took a deep breath and nodded. I’m still not looking at him. I’m just focused on what we’re going through.

“Are you going to speak Nathania, or not?” There was annoyance in his voice so I turned to him.

“Why?” I asked in a low voice.

“When I speak you should be looking at me.” I avoided looking at him and nodded at what he said.

We arrived at its house. I wasn’t going to expect it to open for me so I went out first. Without looking back, I entered and rushed to the guest room. even though I can’t get in, there’s more than that in my arm.

I was bored with what he did so I violently withdrew my arm.

“What?” I cried angrily.

“Why are you pissed?” He asked.

“Nothing!” My answer.

Her eyes narrowed and I suddenly leaned against the wall. he imprisoned me with his arms.

“Is it about what I did earlier that the car didn’t open for you?” This question made my eyes widen and I was suddenly nervous.

It laughed softly and he brought his face closer to mine. “Let me remind you, NathaniaI’m not a gentleman and you’re not a princess. You’re a slave so you don’t deserve to be treated like a princess or a queen. I’m not like other men who open women up. I’m not the type to treat them like a princess. Well, except for my mom.” He grinned at me.

“I don’t do things that make women like you happy.” It touched my chin.

“You will do things that will make me happy, Nathania. You. You will make me happy. You have to pleasure me. You need to make me happy by having sex with me.”

I can not sleep. I just lay in bed but I can’t sleep. After what he said, he left and entered his room. I was stunned for a few minutes before deciding to get dressed and cook.

I’ll admit it. What he said hurt. very bad of his habit. Not like his parents.

As I got older, his parents’ behavior was not bad. They are kind so I wonder why their son’s behavior is bad?

my feelings ached as I repeated in my mind what he had said. When I finished cleaning his room and bathroom, I went to my room.

It’s 2 o’clock but I still can’t sleep at the thought of what he said.

“I don’t do things that make women like you happy.”

I remember what he said earlier.

What? He doesn’t do things that make women like me happy?

How can he make us happy with … the_shit is the lasciviousness of my thoughts!

if he doesn’t do things that make us happy, what does he call sex?

I admit. He’s kinda good in bed. Well… he has a big member. He must have made the women he had sex with happy.

So what did he mean by what he said earlier?

maybe he means that he doesn’t do things that make women happy like opening the car door, giving chocolates or flowers, going on dates and any other sweet things that men do.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Maybe that’s what it means.

I was overcome with emptiness as I thought of that demon man.

He’s not just a demon.

He is stupid. Windy, sadistic, and bad people! I guess all the negative calls are already with him.

It seems to be a twin of Satan.

but even if I am in the hands of a demon like him who wants me to be one of his slaves-I will not be like any other woman who is dead to him.

I’m not going to fall in love with that demon. Never.

To be continued…