Chapter 6: Getting Ready for the Role
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In the evening, the young woman tidied up and prepared to close her shop as usual. She had already braced herself for what awaited her at home, but for the sake of her family, she was ready to take the risk.
"Don’t think too much, Penelope. It’s just giving yourself to a man who doesn’t love you," she whispered to herself for comfort before forcing a small smile and boarding the bus back to her apartment.
When she arrived, she surveyed the area around the building but didn’t see the luxury car that usually picked her up.
"I guess he won’t be coming today," she thought, allowing herself a brief moment of relief before heading up to her room.
As she opened the door, she was stunned. The once plain room, which had only a fan and an old study table, was now furnished with expensive items—a new, larger bed, an air conditioner, a TV, a wardrobe, a refrigerator, and even a washing machine. Her small study table had been replaced with a minimalist one, and there was now a luxurious-looking sofa.
"Just half a day away, and my room has changed this much? Didn’t he say he would only make minor changes?" she thought, her chest tightening with unease.
When she opened the wardrobe, she found it filled with designer clothes. She was taken aback, unable to believe the transformation.
"This is what money can do, huh," she murmured to herself.
Just then, her old phone buzzed with a Line app notification from an unknown sender. The profile picture was completely black, but she didn’t need to guess who it was. The message confirmed it.
"I’ll be in your room in thirty minutes. Take a shower and get ready."
As she read the words, her heart pounded unexpectedly fast. She quickly turned off her phone and rushed to the bathroom.
Even her toiletries had been replaced with expensive products. She hesitated for only a moment before using them. His people had likely disposed of all her old belongings.
It didn’t take long for her to finish showering. When she opened the wardrobe, she spotted a delicate lace nightgown, and her cheeks flushed at the sight of it.
"He’s done so much for us. Shouldn’t I try to make him happy? After all, I have nothing to lose now. Let’s repay the kindness he’s shown my family," she thought.
Slowly, she removed her towel and slipped into the white lace nightgown. When she looked in the mirror, she almost gasped. The fabric was so sheer it revealed every curve of her body. It barely reached past her hips, and the top had thin spaghetti straps with a deep neckline, exposing the swell of her chest.
Flustered, she quickly grabbed a white robe and wrapped it around herself while waiting anxiously.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sudden knocking startled her.
"He’s here."
Her hands trembled slightly as she got up from the sofa and walked to the door. When she opened it, she found Mackie standing there, his expression unreadable.
He was still annoyed from earlier that afternoon. His plaything had gotten too familiar with his bodyguard. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, all of that faded into the background.
His gaze swept over her from head to toe before settling on her chest, which was barely concealed by the robe.
"Hmph, looks like you’re ready now."
“Hello, Mr. Mackie,” she greeted him with a respectful bow.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he silently walked to the balcony and lit an expensive cigarette.
Penelope quickly moved to the fridge and poured a glass of water for him, setting it on the table before waiting for him on the sofa.
It didn’t take long for him to finish smoking and return inside.
She immediately stood up and approached him.
“Would you like some water?” she asked, holding the glass up to him.
He looked at her, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Are you ready to be my toy yet?"
Her breath hitched at his words. After a brief hesitation, she nodded and closed her eyes.
Mackie cupped her face, tilting it up toward him before pressing his lips against hers. The sudden contact startled her, causing her to stumble slightly. The glass of water she was holding slipped, spilling onto her already sheer nightgown, making it even more revealing.
Flustered, she quickly placed the glass on the table, but before she could step back, he kissed her again. Harder this time and more possessively. His tongue pushed into her mouth, claiming her.
She struggled for breath and pushed lightly against his chest. Feeling her resistance, he finally pulled away, letting her gasp for air.
But before she could say anything, he captured her lips again.
“Mmm… Mr. Mackie…” she tried to speak between breaths, but he silenced her.
He didn’t understand why he was acting this way. He never kissed women, so why did this particular woman have such an effect on him?
Why did she make him want to claim every inch of her?
"Why am I feeling this way?"
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