“Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?” And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.

I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door close behind him. I felt weak all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.

How can he do this to me? He didn’t have any right to touch me, and yet he did.

He’s trying to prove the point of what he’s capable of at my expense and I let him.

I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn’t complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he’s done.

Hell, this is bad, and it’s getting out of hand. I don’t think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.

I take three deep breaths after wrapping the towel around my wet and shivering body before leaving the bathroom.

I enter my room and I see Rebecca sitting on the bed, fidgeting with her fingers. I study her with a careful look and when I get closer, I realise that she’s crying.

My eyes drop sadly seeing her sad as well, “What is wrong, Rebecca?” I ask, and she quickly wipes her tears off and looks up at me.

“Not-nothing,” she stutters, shaking it off as if it is nothing, but I know better than to take that as the truth.

I met her crying. No one cries for the fun of it.

I roll my eyes, “I know there is, tell me what.”

“Well, the boss threatened to hurt me and my family if I ever took your name again. I want nothing to happen to them.” Her eyes are desperate and still wet, and they meet with mine as well.

I hiss in annoyance and sigh when I see how torn she is about all this. I want to tell her he’s just bluffing, but I don’t know if I’ll be right for saying that.

He can’t just hurt her. It makes no sense and I know how it feels to be in Rebecca's shoes; I was there four years ago, and it wasn’t fun at all. It is a scary place and I don’t know how Keenan can live with himself through the misery he put people through sometimes.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Rebecca,” I say, coming to sit beside her and I take her hand. “Keenan is a nightmare, and we always fall out because of how he treats people. We even fought not so long ago.”

She sniffs and rubs her face with her free hand, “I hope the fight wasn’t because of me.”

I shake my head, I wouldn’t have even placed what we had in the bathroom on my 101 lists of fights, but as I think carefully about it again, I realise that it indeed was a fight, “We fought because Keenan is a control freak and he doesn’t care who he hurts.”

Rebecca looks up at me, “Maybe because he cares about you.”

I scoff at her laughable excuse, getting up and going over to my makeup mirror and seat down on the chair, “Keenan cares about himself, his money and name and somehow I think he knows I can take all that away from him even though I still don’t know how. So he keeps me locked out to stop people from finding out that I’m his wife.”

“You think he doesn’t want people finding out about you?” Rebecca asks with a small voice, curious about my reply.

“It’s not what I think, it’s what I know.”

Her eyes furrow as she looks down at the bed. “This dress came in on Mr Hilton’s order.” She says, picking up a black shopping bag and bringing out an orange silk gown with a ruby design on its waistline and a black diamond around the neck. My heart melts as I fall in love with the dress almost immediately. “It looks like he’s planning on taking you out today.” She tells me with a weak smile as she gets up and dangles the dress in front of my face.

Well, I’ll be damn if that’ll change my mind about him.

Keenan thinks that’s how winning people over works? He locked me up for a week and I barely even saw him and then today when I did; he was scolding me like I was some child, then he moved to torture me and now he thinks getting me a gorgeous gown and dragging me out will make up for all of that? How insane of him!

I glare at the dress as though Keenan himself is in it. “I’m not going anywhere. And you can return the dress to where ever it came from.” I instantly reply.

Her eyes grow weary at my word and panic written in them, “It came from Mr Hilton himself.”

I growl, “Then you keep it, I just won’t wear it.” Then I turn over to the mirror to stare at myself.

Rebecca drops the dress down on the bed and quietly makes her way out of my room and I continue in front of the mirror, lathering the lotion on the rest of my body.

After spending about an hour in front of the mirror, creaming myself and then moving on to doing almost nothing, I get up and make my way to the bed, about to tuck myself in for an early rest when my door flies open and Keenan walks in, looking like he wants to murder someone—me.

Might I also add that he’s looking incredibly dashing in his three-piece blue suit with his red hair with a minor part at the side and all I want is to run my finger through it while his amazing blue eyes stare at mine.

What the hell is happening to me?! And why do you have these abnormal hormones running like a freaking teenager seeing her crush for the first time in two months?!!!

How can I even still want him after everything he’s done to me? I feel like I’m going crazy.

“What do you want, Keenan?” I ask as I climb onto the bed and pull the cover over myself. And the feeling warms me up from the inside out.

He walks further into the room with much manliness and makes me go weak to my feet. I need counselling because it’s hard holding on to control when I’m this way.

His eyes go to the spot on the bed where the orange gown has been in the last hour, still untouched by me. Then his eyes return to me, angry and disagreeing. “Rebecca told me you weren’t so keen on wearing the dress I bought you and I want to know why?”

I avoid his eyes, “Orange isn’t my favourite colour, you should have done a little research.” I lie and he seems to have realised that because a devilish smirk appears on his face.

He nods and walks closer to my bed, only stopping when he’s at the foot of it. “You are getting better at lying considering you didn’t even blink,” he points out, “but orange is indeed your favourite. I did a little research before getting you the dress.”

“What do you want?” I ask, tiring of whatever game we are playing ‘cause it doesn’t seem to be fun anymore.

He walks over to the side I am on the bed. “I want you to come along with me.”

I raise a brow at him, as he sits down and I look at him, “As you're what?”

“As my wife,” he replies, staring me dead in the eyes, and I’m compelled to look away for fear of losing my sanity.

I scoff in disbelieve because no way can that happen, “So you locked me up in this house for a week, cut off all my connections to the real world, treat me like one of your properties, and let us not forget you avoided me all because I was your wife, and now you just want to take me out and introduce me to the entire world as your wife?”

“Yes.” He answers immediately. I swear his arrogance is reaching the roof.

“What if I say no?”

He smiles calmly, before drawing closer, making my breath hang in my throat, as his breath blows on my face. “Then I’d join you in bed and help bring all your dirtiest, naughtiest and wildest dreams about me to pass, except they won’t be as pleasurable as you have imagined.” He brings his finger up to my face and moves the hair that falls on it away, then bends down to kiss me on the cheeks and I throw my face away so he wouldn’t note how my lips are trembling from need. “I think what happened in the bathroom can serve as a reminder.”

With that, he withdraws himself from my side and gets up from the bed and goes to my dressing mirror and he drops something on it, “Wear this ring,” he commands and walks out of the room yelling, “Meet me down in ten minutes Mrs Hilton,” before closing the door.

More than anything, I don’t want a repeat of what happened in the bathroom ever again and I know there’s only one way to prevent that is to give in to this demand and step out as his wife this night.

He knows I’ve developed feelings for him, uncontrollable feelings that make me weak and vulnerable when I’m around him, and being the devil that he is, he will make sure I regret that decision. If I could turn back time to change how I feel for him, I gladly would without hesitation, because the feelings I’ve had for him have put me in so much torture already.

I step out of my bedroom thirty minutes later, wearing the orange gown Keenan had bought and the black four-inch heels that came in the bag along with the clothes, and I walk into the living room.

There’s a frown on his face as he paces around, but when he looks up, it changes to complete awe. He takes my look in from head to toe and instantly his eyes flare with lust in them. The gown is a mini gown, cut just a little above the thigh and it seems to hug my body perfectly and showcase all the right curves. I make my hair into a messy bun and my makeup lightly applied. I do not know how to do heavy makeup without making myself look like a crazy monster, and a simple nude lipstick would do. The dress is just perfectly paired with the heel and it brings out my long legs.

I also have on the ring he dropped before the mirror and instructed me to put on. Even though I do not know, why even bother when he doesn’t care. But all this I keep quiet about.

“You look beautiful, Vary,” he complimented, honesty deep in his voice and he walks towards me, offering me his hand, “so I won’t spank you for spending the extra twenty-minute beside the time given you in the room.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I’m a woman. Ten minutes is not enough for me.” I count. I take his hand and he walks me down the stairs. “Where are we going?” I can’t help asking once we step into the limo waiting outside.

“To a special event, a big one.” He replies, settling down in his seat and the car starts.

We don’t speak for a while as the driver drives us and then I speak up about what seems to have been bothering my mind.

“Since I have done everything you want, can I at least have my phone back?”

He turns from the window side to look at me, “I took it away for a reason.”

I do not argue with him, on that and I move to point out those reasons, “Yes, to show me exactly what you are just capable of doing and I know now that you can do anything you want, so can I have it back?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “and no, that wasn’t the reason.” And his eyes drop to my finger on the seat of the car and without saying a word or warning, he picks it up and brings his other hand to touch me. I do not know what he’s trying to do with my hand, but I just watch him. His movements are slow and innocent as they come to my pointy finger, which currently holds the ring, and he pulls it out and then with the same slow motion, he slides it into my ring finger, causing my heart beats uncontrollably. Then he drops my hand onto the seat the same way he had taken it up earlier.

Just when I was hating him, he does this?

He says nothing, he just looks out of the window.

I grit my teeth; he does this and suddenly keeps quiet!? Maybe he did this to shut me up like he always does. “Fine, you can keep it. You appear to need a phone more desperately than I do.” I bite at him harshly.

He turns to glare at me, “I’m not giving you back your phone Vary, I’ll get you a new one.”

“Why would you waste such money? I’m not complaining, am I?” This man is so unbelievable.

“I am and I am going to waste the money because it is mine.” He stubbornly points arrogantly out and I shut my mouth.

How did he go from adorable to a prideful and disrespectful show-off in a matter of seconds?

We arrive at the venue in silence and the car comes to a stop at the parking lot. I quickly try to open the door and come down when I hear Keenan's voice for the first time in almost ten minutes.

“Don’t open the door for yourself, it's unladylike.” He snaps irritably and I drop my hand from the door and wait for the driver to open the door for me. His door opens and mine opens as well and I get down from the car.

Keenan offers me his hand coming closer to where I am. I give him my hand and he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. My body tightens at the contact and as if feeling what just happened, he looks into my eyes and smiles.

Why does this man make me go through an emotional rollercoaster every time I am with him?

“You’re gonna have to relax love, this is our first time formally stepping out as a couple, so you may feel nervous, but not to run away from my arms, yes?” He carefully gives his orders.

I bite down hard on my lips and nod. “Yes,” I reply.

His finger comes to caress my cheek, and shivers run down south, “Good.”

As we make our way towards the entrance, the camera flashing and the pressmen throwing countless questions our way blast us. I felt uneasy and my breath shortens in my throat, but I feel Keenan’s hands tighten around me as he leads me through.

“Relax,” he whispers gently and I look up at him and he smiles.