The Debt Collector

Chapter 9

It had been over a month since Alex brought her to this house. He visited her every night and made her

have sex with him. It felt strange doing those things with him at first, but she became used to it as the

days went by as he was never mean to her. He gave her anything she wanted and more. Despite the

situation, she found herself waiting for him every day.

It was a Sunday afternoon. Saoirse was bored and decided to take a walk to the garden. The house

was huge, but she had nothing to do there. She went out to go shopping several times, but there was

nothing else she needed to buy. The house itself was large and had a game room, but she couldn’t find

anything she was interested in. Besides, it was kind of depressing as Alex lived there by himself with

maids and bodyguards. What type of person lives alone in a house like this?

She paused as she was about to exit from the back door. Two large men stood beside it, most likely

guarding it. Are they planning on stopping her from going out? This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But to her relief, they just stepped aside and opened the door. What a nice prison, she thought and

giggled to herself.

“Thanks,” she said meekly and walked out the door. She wanted to get to the garden as fast as

possible. Alex’s men scared her big time! They looked so mean and intimidating!

The garden was one of the best features of this house. It was huge and lush. Rose bushes covered

one side of it. It was springtime, so the roses bloomed beautifully. She loved smelling the flowers. It

was soothing. There was a cute little pond by the roses filled with Koi fishes. She sat on the bench so

she could relax and enjoy the view.

“Hey there,” she looked up as someone spoke to her. It was one of the guards who was standing by the

door. He was shorter than Alex but bigger as he was built heavily. He had muscles on top of muscles.

To her, he looked even meaner than Alex. Why was he talking to her? She thought.

“I am Anthony, what’s your name?” he said and gave her a friendly smile as if to reassure her.

“Um…Saoirse,” she said.

“That’s a pretty and unusual name. What does it mean?” he asked.

“Um… it’s an Irish name. It means freedom,” she said.

“I see. That’s cute. What are you doing here all alone?” he asked.

“I was just admiring the flowers. I can leave if that’s a problem?” Saoirse offered. She was starting to

feel uneasy. Something about him didn’t feel right. Alex was scary, but he never made her this

uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly. It’s not a problem,” Anthony said. He moved closer to her. Saoirse felt more nervous and

shifted uncomfortably. “I like you, Saoirse. You are a real beauty.”

“Tha…thank you,” she said.

“Too bad it’s being wasted on a brute like Alexander,” he chuckled.

“He is not that bad. It’s not like he is mean to me or anything,” she said hesitantly.

“Oh, who are you kidding? You are just Alexander’s little whore. I know why he brought you here,” he

said, staring at her chest. “Not exactly his usual type, but I still see the appeal. You are a sexy little

thing. He always had such good taste in women,” he added.

“Um… I think I am going to go back inside. Alex wouldn’t like me talking to you,” she made up an

excuse to leave. Fear crept up her spine, and she wanted to leave. She needed to be as far away from

this man as possible. The friendly vibe he was giving out was gone, and it was replaced with lust. She

got up, but Anthony sat her back down on the bench and loomed over her.

“I wasn’t done talking yet. Alexander usually lets us fuck his girls after he is done with them, but I

figured I’d get an early taste after seeing you. What do you think?” his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

“N…no…I don’t want to. You are lying. He wouldn’t want you to touch me. Let me go. I need to get

back to my room,” she said and tried to leave again, but Anthony grabbed her arm. She winced in pain

as he gripped her arm a little too tightly. Alex was never this rough with her. What is this man planning

on doing to her?

“You aren’t going anywhere, sweet tits. Not unless I see what the fuss is about. Alexander never brings

his girls home as he considers it his sanctuary. You must have a real sweet pussy if he is willing to

make an exception. I bet you know how to please a man real good, don’t you?” he said and slipped his

hand inside her shorts. “How about you let me do the things he does to you. You might even like me

better than him. I will fuck you real good,” he smirked.

“NO! Stop it, let go of me. I don’t want you to touch me!” she cried and tried to wiggle her away out of

his grasp. He was much bigger and stronger than her, so she failed miserably. Where was Alex when

she needed him? Was Anthony telling the truth? What if Alex doesn’t care and let him do whatever he

wanted with her?

“Stop resisting and be quiet. I could snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to. If you cooperate, I’ll be

nicer to you, and it’ll be our little secret,” Anthony said in a hoarse whisper and tried to push her down

on the bench.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

Anthony let go of her as soon as he heard the voice. Saoirse fell on the ground, sobbing. She looked

up and saw Alex standing there. His piercing blue eyes were burning with fury.