Chapter 10-Call me by my name
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Rainie's POV
Entering wasn't as painful as I'd anticipated.
Alexander was surprisingly patient, using his fingertips to ignite clusters of sensation on my smooth skin.
After last night's experience, I struggled to restrain myself, but my body surrendered involuntarily.
But truth be told, I'd prefer the sharp sting of pain.
Despite the agony, it kept my mind clear, unlike this current state of yearning.
His scorching breath brushed my ear.
"Look at me. Who am I?"
Tears of humiliation welled up, but considering my fate in his hands and the intertwined fate of my father, I could only manage a broken whisper, "Alexander..."
He leaned over me, a sudden surge of sensation briefly leaving me disoriented.
His voice resonated again, probing and deliberate. "Call me by my name."
"Alexander... Heffernan..."
My voice trembled, and he seemed satisfied.
He didn't intentionally torment me this time. The progression flowed naturally.
I closed my eyes, hopelessly succumbing to the pinnacle he granted me.
Amid my hazy breaths, he spoke again. "Tell me, who's toying with you?"
My feverish body turned to ice, my heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand. I took a deep breath and locked eyes with his abyssal gaze, uttering slowly, "Alexander. I won't mistake it."
A faint smile played on his lips. After he had his fill of me, he lifted my chin and said, "Good, as long as you understand. You're not even worth a thought about Dylan, got it?"
I stared at him resolutely.
"I know. The person before me is Alexander."
Dylan wouldn't treat me this callously.
Dylan wouldn't humiliate me like this. Dylan was gentle. Dylan held me in high regard...
The man before me might share the same visage, but there was no way I could mistake him.
However, articulating those thoughts was far too perilous.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of him tidying his clothes as he walked away.
The bathroom door closed, and only then did I gingerly prop myself up, gazing at the tattered remnants of my clothing strewn about.
Am I not just like these clothes? Shattered and tarnished?
If I had my own wolf, if I could find my mate, what kind of life would that be?
Alexander emerged from his shower, his gaze falling upon the pile of rags on the floor, then shifting toward the other bathroom.
The sound of running water emanated from inside, carrying the muffled sound of my sobbing.
After a moment's contemplation, he made a call to his secretary.
"Regarding Rainie, the one you investigated last time—where is her father hospitalized? Find the best pack hospital for him. Ensure he receives proper treatment."
I stepped out of the bathroom to find Alexander seated on the couch.
I lightened my footsteps, moving toward a shadow cast by a tall potted plant, hoping to evade his notice and avoid further entanglement.
His awareness was acute. He lifted his gaze, catching me in my animal-like evasion.
Coldly, he questioned, "Where are you going?"
I halted, my lips pressed together, and locked eyes with him.
"Get me a glass of water," he commanded.
I followed his orders, pouring hot water into the glass and adding a bit of cold water to adjust the temperature. As I checked the temperature, I instantly regretted it.
I should have given him just scalding water and let him burn himself.
He took the glass of water but didn't drink it, gesturing towards the bed.
"Go over there."
I walked over to the bed silently and then retrieved my phone from the nearby table.
Nestling under the covers, I curled up and absentmindedly scrolled through the messages in my inbox, reading again the affectionate messages that Dylan and I had exchanged.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and a notification popped up, showing a new message. In my current situation, who else would be reaching out?
I opened the message and found it was from an unfamiliar number, yet the tone felt eerily familiar. It was Dylan.
"Rainie, my brother has always been controlling, and once he makes a decision, it's damn near impossible to change his mind. I can only try to convince him slowly. Take care of yourself. Don't shed tears; I don't blame you. I was helpless when it came to your dad's medical expenses before, but now I can at least do something. It's what I owe you."
Tears welled up uncontrollably, and I buried my head in the covers, reading his heartfelt words over and over.
My shoulders trembled as I sobbed.
The covers were suddenly pulled back, and with teary eyes, I looked up to see Alexander bending down, his warm breath brushing against my face.
"Why the hell are you crying?"
I didn't respond, trying to discreetly stash my phone under the covers.
But my jump was evident, and his gaze landed on my phone. He reached out, lifting my chin to indicate I should hand it over.
As I thought about how to refuse without pissing him off, he grabbed the phone from my hand and glanced at the content. He gave a faint smile.
"My damn little brother means well, but he's going about it all wrong."
Without showing any emotion, he tossed my phone back to me and turned, walking toward the balcony.
He spoke without looking back.
"This is the last damn time. Moving forward, make sure I don't catch you contacting Dylan again, and also... Ben."
I stared at him as he made the call.
The name "Dylan" came through, and I couldn't bear it.
I pulled the covers over my head and tightly covered my ears, unwilling to hear what he was saying to Dylan.
After a brief pause, a section of the bed sank down, causing my body to stiffen. Then, a warm arm encircled my waist, pulling me close.
My nerves were on edge, and I trembled as his hand gently caressed my shoulder.
He spoke, "Why do you look like I'm coercing you now? Have you forgotten the flirtatious glances you cast at me in the bar, or the song you sang for me? Sing it again, but this time, make it more alluring."
Clutching the bedsheets tightly, my voice quivered as I replied, "My voice is hoarse."
Without Dylan, how could I possibly summon that coquettish smile or sing such an emotionally stirring song?
I had shed too many tears, and indeed, my throat carried a tinge of huskiness.
Alexander didn't press further, and I gradually adjusted to the warmth emanating from his body.
My muscles relaxed bit by bit, my nerves worn out from the trials of the day. Slowly, I succumbed to the pull of slumber.
Upon awakening, Alexander was nowhere to be seen. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was already noon. Moving to the living room, I discovered several bags resting on the sofa.
Upon opening them, a wry smile formed on my lips. He had indeed categorized me as a plaything, dolling myself up when he was in the mood.
However, my own clothes were no longer wearable. I had no choice but to put on the elegant attire he had sent.
Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I was truly akin to a beautiful doll. No doubt, Alexander would find me to his liking.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and hesitantly, I made my way to answer it. Simultaneously, the communication device nearby came to life, startling me.
"Miss Spark, Alexander has instructed the delivery of lunch at precisely noon. May I enter now?"
"Please come in."
A young man entered, pushing a cart laden with food.
He meticulously arranged the exquisite dishes on the table.
After ensuring that I was alone, he retrieved a sealed envelope from his pocket and whispered, "Ben's conversations and online activity are under surveillance. It was impossible to reach you through regular means.Once you've read this letter, be sure to dispose of it promptly."
He turned and left, leaving me holding the sealed envelope, my heart racing.
Why would Ben send me a letter, and what might it contain?
The envelope bore his full name in its center, confirming Ben's authorship.
With trembling hands, I broke the seal.
Just as I was about to discreetly tuck the letter behind a nearby cushion, the door swung open abruptly, and I quickly hid the letter from view.
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