Slave For Lust

I - Why Is It So Hard To Win Him Back?

AFTER what happened between her and her ex-boyfriend Clark Harrison, Saharra was stunned while still not fully realizing that she sacrificed her dignity for the man's love.

They make love almost everyday when they are still together, but this was the first time she risked herself for someone she didn't know if her love would return… if Clark will still consider her.

She is not dressed yet. Only a thick white blanket covers her naked body. She was currently sitting, leaning on the headboard of the bed where the two of them had s*x last night. This is also the bed that her ex-boyfriend and the woman she saw last night used.

Two women in one bed. Two women in a similar scenario. Two women that she was sure were both unloved by the man who used them.

But still, there was no regret in Saharra's heart.

She doesn't regret it, that's for sure. But here she is, didn't realize that she had tears in her eyes.

She breathed deeply.

'You can do it, Saharra. You are the one who left, so if you want to go back to him, f**k and suffer,' she whispered in her mind.

A few moments later, she heard three consecutive knocks causing her to adjust her seat and wipe the tears that escaped from her eyes.

She waited for the door to open, it spat out Clark's secretary who picked her up last night in the lobby.

"Young Master tells you to eat and get dressed. Met him at this address," said the woman who entered and walked towards me gently. She handed me a business card. "There is also the exact time, you need to be there ahead of time. And the date… will be today. I hope I am clear."

I frowned while looking at what was written on that card. When I looked up, the secretary seemed to be waiting for my answer.

"W-Where will it be?"

"Young Master also says that if you don't intend to go, don't make him wait." The woman stopped for a moment and then continued speaking again. "He said that you should wear anything as long as it's formal."

Saharra closed her eyes in annoyance but she never let the woman see that.

She hasn't said anything and she will go because that was Clark's said, yet Clark immediately thought an opposite thing.

Maybe the man was too traumatized by her. How many times had she made his hope? Before, it was the man who begged her to come back since she broke up with him. Every time she agreed to meet Clark, she did not come. In the end, Clark always went home frustrated from three hours of waiting and that is intentional.

And now, Clark has been traumatized. Even though it is a small thing, she understands now how big it is with Clark.

She sighed.

"Please tell him, I will come," she said to the secretary.

The woman didn't even reply and went straight out of the room. She sighed again violently and looked at the card in her hand.

But then, she smiled afterwards. Why was the man asking her to come? Are they going on a date?

If yes, she's excited already!

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AT THE exact time indicated on the card given to her by the secretary, Saharra arrived at the place indicated there too. She kept looking at the card she was holding and what was written outside the restaurant.

She took a deep breath and looked around at a fine dining restaurant in front of her. The price screams just from the look of that restaurant. What would Clark have her do?

Wash with a lever? Become a waitress?

Why did she dress formally? And because it was Clark who dictated her to dress like this, she did. Saharra wants to be gorgeous in her ex-boyfriend's eyes.

She sighed for the unnumbered times. And after that, she decided to enter.

The receptionist greeted her. "May I ask about your appointment schedule, ma'am?"

Her eyes widened and she was slightly confused. This is a restaurant, does it have an appointment schedule? This is the first time she went to this classy restaurant alone so she has no idea of such rules. Everytime Clark and her go on a date, it is always Clark who brings her.

What will you expect from a Billionaire man? Of course, he prefers expensive things.

But that isn't the reason why it is okay to suffer from getting them back together. Clark's money doesn't matter to Saharra. She can earn money too. She just loves that man, that's why.

Due to panic, she just gave the card she had been holding earlier. The female receptionist smiled at her.

"Enjoy, ma'am."

After that, she was surprised when a staff member assisted her somewhere. Confused, she just followed. She looked around, it looked like a normal restaurant with customers eating inside. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but find it mysterious.

A few moments later, a male staff member stopped in a room, which is why her heart beats fast.

"W-What's inside?" she asked nervously. She couldn't help stuttering.

Saharra knows that behind this door is her ex-boyfriend who is waiting for her to arrive. The reason why she's nervous is that she doesn't know what's happening inside. She remembered what happened last night and she does not want to witness those kinds of things again.

"Mr. Harrison is waiting for you inside," he said and bowed to her as a sign of respect then left afterwards.

She looked at the door as if she was watching what was happening inside. Inside this room is Clark who is her aim. She couldn't help but be nervous.

The thing last night… Could that be the same case here? What else will surprise her later?

However, she slowly turned the lock on the door. She narrowed her eyes and pushed the door to open it.

She slowly opened her eyes when the door opened, scared to see what's in front of her. And Saharra was astonished when instead of another unpleasant scenario, a cozy room flashed in her eyes.

This is really a VIP room of the restaurant where there was a staff exclusively serving here, a professional chef and waitress assigned in this room. They greeted her with a smile on their lips and she gave them the same amount of energy.

But she wondered, why are there so many seats?

In the middle of that room was a large circular table while there were eight chairs surrounding it.

Is there anyone else with them?

"You're late."

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the stern voice of her ex-boyfriend Clark. When she turned her back from where his voice was coming from, she saw that Clark was walking towards her. His eyes were emotionless while looking at her, which is why she swallowed several times. She waited for him to come near.

"I was blocked outside," she replied.

When the man was close to her, she was shocked when he quickly turned and sat in one of the chairs there. She smiled embarrassingly at the staff who watched how the young man humiliated her.

Saharra just took a deep breath and followed him sitting down. One of the staff pulled a chair so she bowed down to thank.

She watched Clark with a silent and blank face as she waited for the waiters to put down the food one by one. After a while, the chef came out and placed it in front of them. She didn't know what dish it was, but she wasn't mistaken. That was beef.

She winced slightly. She doesn't eat beef. And Clark knows that already. When she looked at all the food that had been prepared, it was all beef. She bit her lips to make her patience longer. The man really meant to punish her.

"Eat," Clark ordered her so she did. She left with no choice but to follow all his commands.

Even though she was against it, she still chose to follow it. Even though she didn't really like beef, she still slowly sliced ​​the meat.

She was actually uncomfortable. The room was covered well and the man was still treating her like this. She was in pain but she couldn't do anything but swallow his coldness, still hoping that his heart would soften for her again.

Later, in the middle of their meal, Clark spoke, which made her stop chewing.

"Do you know the reason I sent you here?" the man asked her firmly, showing no emotion.

She shook her head. "Besides feeding me beef, nothing else."

The man grinned at her. "Don't you want the food?"

She almost closed her eyes in annoyance. He knows very well what she doesn't want. So why even ask this question? She was sure that the man was just screwing her. But even so, she had no intention of giving up.

"It's fine, it's delicious," she said, full of bitterness.

"Tsk." The man grinned. "I sent you here because I don't want to be rude to them."

Them? Who is the man talking about?

She frowned. "Who are they?"

At the same time as she asked, she looked up when she heard the footsteps. She turned to where it came from and her eyes widened when she recognized who they were.

She dropped the cutlery she was holding scandalously to make a noise. It soared into the four-cornered room.

"Don't your parents know you're dating me again?"

Saharra's ears were almost deaf. Her chest tightened. Her whole body trembled. She seemed to be stiff in her seat. She wanted to run away but she didn't know how to do that when she was almost a statue there.

She didn't realize that her tears were slowly falling while still looking at the people approaching their place. As they got closer and closer, her chest tightened more. Her breathing became more and more difficult.

How did Clark do this to her?

Is it really this difficult to recover their love and relationship?

Doesn't he know how much she hates her parents?