Sinful Submission

21 ~ Name Your Price

Alessia

My fingers softly touched my rosy cheek and it's crazy how similar I and my mother look. Forget being a strong girl, I miss her more than anything. All I wanted from her was unconditional love but that came with a grave mistake.

I carried a hand bag and left the closet in a rush. I did not see Ryder in the room so I guessed he was in the bathroom.

I grabbed my phone from the dressing table and looked at the screen. It was badly broken. I could barely see a thing.

While Ryder f****d me with my hands rested on the table, I scattered some items and my phone must have been part. I walked down the stairs carefully so the heels I had on won't make me tumble down the stairs.

I instructed Bryce to serve Ryder well so he wouldn't starve to death. I need him later on.

I sashayed into the Bourgeoise Hotel and Suites where I found Mr. Slade seated. He was one of my father's accomplices while he was alive so one of the best people I can turn to for assistance is him.

Though, I planned not to trust him because people can be wicked.

We exchanged pleasantries and talked about business before we finally discussed the matter. Without wasting time, he would later help me find the culprits and I planned not to relent too.

One who works hard will surely reap the benefits.

When I arrived home, I entered the mansion and saw Ryder resting his arms on the steel railing. I glanced around as I noticed no one was around but there was a stranger — the yellow file in Ryder's hand.

“What is this?” Ryder asked as soon as I climbed the stairs. The expression on his face was not a pleasant one.

I returned him a cold look knowing fully well that he had just discovered my greatest secret.

“Now that you realize I know what you are hiding, you don't take me for a fool, right?” Ryder raised his voice.

I chuckled before I closed the gap between us and grabbed a hold of his throat before I slammed him against the rail. He would have thought he would fall off but I was wise enough to pin him down.

“So? If you know my secret, eat it up.” I thundered.

“Why?” He asked, breathing heavily.

“I don't particularly like when people go through my things,” I warned while I stuck my fingers out.

“Get over it because I already did it.” Ryder expressed.

My jaw clenched tightly, I hate his need for dominance.

“Do you think that because we have been f*****g means you have some sort of authority over me?” My lips drew in a thin line.

I forced him to face me aggressively and snatched the file from him. My mouth nearly patted when he lowered his neck to me but I controlled myself quickly.

“You make me angry. So f*****g angry.” I remembered I had said those very words to him the day he tried to escape.

“Sounds like a personal issue,” Ryder snapped. “What's wrong if I go through your things? And that too, your medical report.”

I cupped his head downward to my eye level. We were both breathing hard. I felt his harsh breath against my face.

“I can't have s*x with you anymore.” Ryder said unconcerned.

“Why?” I asked, my voice almost shaking.

Ryder grinned, “You can't bear a child. I can't waste my time. Moreover, our age difference.”

“Do you think I want to marry you or something?” I asked, laughing into the air.

Ryder's words stopped me from laughing when he said, “I can't stay a minute with you anymore. Your presence alone irritates me.”

“So you plan to leave?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not? Do you expect me to stay and let you kill me just like you killed your son?” Ryder revealed and my bag fell from my hand.

“Why, Ryder?” I shouted as I pushed him backward.

“Don't ‘why’ me!” He said sassily. “You're just using my body. I stand to gain nothing. All I give you is s*x all day and not enough time to rest yet you don't allow me to leave. I'm tired. I'm exhausted.”

“I have money, I will give you. Name your price.” I told him.

“Should I expect that from a forever barren woman? And the one who killed her son?” He clapped his hands after.

Ryder's words hit the soft spot that my heart had. It nearly shattered it into pieces. I heaved a sigh of shame before I walked with tears clogging in my eyes as I entered my private room.

Tears flowed out of my eyelids till it soaked the neck of the gown I had on. I looked into the mirror thinking of all the horrible things I have done in the past.

But I did not kill my child. She's still alive. Very jch alive.

The door opened and Ryder walked in, his hands stuck in his trousers but he knelt in front of me. “I'm sorry. I was just…”

“And does that justify what you've said to me? You can't take your words back.” I asked him then he licked his lips.

“I'm sorry.” He pleaded, as he took my hands in it. He used his free hand to wipe my face. “I am ready to listen to you. What has happened to you? Why are you like this?”

Should I tell him the truth or hide a lot of things from him?

He's still very young from knowing the truth, right?