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Chapter 5

There she sat stark naked in her window, feeling disgustingly humiliated and utterly helpless in front of a man that held no pity, no warmth. 

He watched her as if she was hewed out of precious diamond, perfectly tailored for him, her soft incandescent skin shining under moonlight.  

She grew uncomfortable at his gaze shamelessly roaming on her body, not masking his unholy intentions. His eyes perilously tingled her skin as if fondling without touch, licking without tongue, devouring without mouth.

Her struggles grew as she helplessly watched his gaze becoming penetrative, insinuating his desire. 

His hold on her hands tightened with her growing defiance, his fist enough to control both her wrists behind her back, closing their distance further, the thin fabric of his shirt wrinkling like a poor barricade between their skins. 

She had never felt so vulnerable at a man's feet, at the doorstep of fate who played a brutal game with her frailty. And in all the situations she couldn't but watch like a helpless bystander, she did what she did best,   

She cried. 

If nothing had caught his attention so far, her crying did. He immediately let her hands go, gently wiping her tears with his thumbs, witnessing as her expressions morphed from scared to perplexed in a second.

"Don't cry, shh" he cooed, his hands patting her face, pushing the lose strands behind her ears. 

She couldn't help but feel taken aback by the action. With the hours of night he was becoming a deeper mystery. She knew his act of kindness had a dreadful catch. From all that she knew, this wasn't the same man who had viciously undressed her in a window.

Before she could retort with a freshly reminisced curse on the tip of her tongue his next sentence froze her in place, 

"I just thought you would do anything if I allowed you to work", the hint of mock evident in his tone, uncovering the manipulative monster dwelling within.

She had assumed he'd want something in return, and now that it was time, he had laid the bate down in open. As unfair as it was in its core it still made her happy. She realised how desperate she had become to own a career even when on the stake was the right over her body. 

Overlooking how needy she looked in the moment, she was fast with her words, confirming he had said what she had so ached to hear, 

 "Does that...does that mean I can work?" She asked, not masking the underlining excitement. 

"Only if you're comfortable with our intimacy" he stated stoically, needlessly twisting a strand of her hair with his index finger, knowing fully well of her yearning for the stupid job.

He smirked when he noticed her eyes zoning out, her mind already rolling the wheels, unaware of the grave implications she was about to sign up for. 

He wasn't wrong to think that she'd give it all in exchange for her will to do a job. She was a little too over the edge to say yes for anything he'd have asked, and so she did. 

"I am ok"  she managed to say from her clogged throat, agreeing to the deal, the thrill of gaining his permission already fading as his eyes shamelessly roamed on her form yet again. 

"Really?" his husky tone asked, caressing his rough hands on her milky thighs, tracing the path to her intimacy, "You're okay when I do this?" He whispered, spreading her thighs to glimpse as her glistening pussy. She rested her hands on either side of her body as he kept the sole of her legs on the window's edge, clearly putting her pussy on a view.