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I opened it and snarled at the small, frilly maid outfit. That bastard Armon wouldn't forget my existence for over a day and then demand for me to dress in lingerie to be fucked.
"You say no, and I will rip your clothes off and give everyone a good show as I drag you to him." Cade's threat was enough to have me quick to shower and dress in the meager garment. He was an intimidating man, and I imagined he would humiliate me worse than Armon. At least that's what I tried to tell myself.
The outfit was humiliating. Of course, it wasn't like most of the people here hadn't seen Armon fucking me already. There was still no reason to raise my head proudly as I passed men employed by him outside and heads turned.
For some reason, I could imagine Nikki with the confidence to do just that. Pregnant or not. Did he expose her as well? Not the trophy wife. Only the whore he kept in the guest house without bothering to speak to since it was his wife's turn. But what good did those thoughts bring?
I chose this.
The main area of the large house was empty of anyone aside from us, from what I could tell. My bare feet were cold to the hard, white floor with every step. Moving through, I got to see more of the comfort he lived in. The comfort that must have made him believe he was untouchable. Hewasuntouchable. It gave me all the more reason I should hate him.
But then there was the immediate flutter in my chest as I knew I was being led to him. Without anyone's presence yesterday and this morning, I struggled not to reply to his message. I'd been desperate for him or even Katya—despite her hatred of me. She would never understand that I'd tried my best, and neither would Armon.
At tall, dark wood double doors, Cade stopped and gave me a scowl. "I suggest you do as told unless we will be forced to waste our time watching him fuck you."
If only I had the courage to say something back. He deserved it. He worked for a monster. The right hand, from what I understood. An equally evil person, but handsome and young enough, I'd seen Katya making eyes at him. He pushed the door open and waited as I entered.
Inside, Armon lounged with his ankles crossed over a desk. He stopped talking to a pretty girl in a short, black dress. I looked for his wife. But I was his secret fuck, so of course she wouldn’t be there to see me in lingerie. Two men were also standing at the opposite wall next to a large machine.
"Please, stay, Cade," Armon said, not yet having bothered to look at me in the slutty maid outfit he had chosen for me to wear.
Cade sighed from where he stood.
"Or go if you want. I know I've given you plenty to do."
Without a word in response, Cade quickly left and shut the door. There must have been something deeper to their working relationship given some of their relaxed behaviors with each other.
Armon gave me half of a glance in the lingerie, then lifted the eye mask he’d used on me.
I stepped backward toward the door.
"I figured you would come in with slumped shoulders and a humiliated expression. Rest assured, we will have you confident enough to smile and dance by day's end." He was cruel, his every action meant to further humiliate and degrade me. "Lay down on the desk so you can wear this for your insubordination this morning." He waved the mask that dangled from the tip of his curled finger.
There were many things I would do to avoid his twisted choices or games, but that? After last time? Did he plan to have me left alone and laid out in it all day as punishment?
"I won't." I have no doubt that I carried myself and sounded like a mouse in comparison to the women he surrounded himself with.
"Everyone here charges a lot of money by the hour, so I suggest you do as told right now unless you plan to find a way to pay for wasting their time."
They didn't look like people intent on humiliation and torture, but that meant nothing when it came to his games. He twirled the mask as he strolled over to me. "One way or another, you're going to be spread out on that desk. How long you remain in darkness is up to you."
I looked up into his intensely gray eyes as he came to stand in front of me. He'd deliberately brought me to the emotional turmoil that had me afraid to be with him or away. He'd known since only five minutes in my presence that I hated the void of solitude.
"Where's the woman who will hold up a gun to kill me? I don't like seeing you sad, Sweet One." He wiped my cheek. Was I crying?
"It's what you love most!" I didn't pull away from his touch. I didn't want to. I needed it after how long he'd kept me alone.
"Come now, you know that isn't true. I buy you beautiful lingerie and spend time with you. You're special." Condescension reeked from his tone. The words were near infuriating. "Did you miss me? Is that what this little girl act is all about?" He toyed with the frilly lace at the top of my dress. "I stayed awake all night thinking about us."
"You stayed awake fucking your wife."
His smile only grew. “She is a private matter you don't need to concern yourself with.”
“I hate you.”
He glanced at the other people in the room. "You know I can't permit you to act this way." Was he goading me? Did he want to have a reason to treat me badly or make me wonder what he and she did while he was away? His hand went down the buttons along the front of the small maid lingerie before caressing my forearm all the way down to take my hand.
Chapter Thirty
