Chapter 10
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Myles removed my clothes.
Not the way you are thinking. He removed them because he had to wipe me with a hot towel. It’s the second day and my fever hasn’t gone down.
I honestly don’t know how all of this happened. My body temperature went thirty-nine degrees Celsius. However, my migraine is what makes everything worse. It’s making my head spin in circles. I can’t get up or move on my own.
“Does your head still hurt?” I heard him ask.
I nodded my head slightly. It still hurts compared to yesterday.
Myles, unexpectedly, didn’t leave my side the whole time. He makes sure to take care of me while not leaving my side ever since last night. His hands were light and gentle every time he touched me, as if I was a rare diamond that needed to be taken care of.
I wasn’t used to this. The Myles I know is scornful, bastard, abusive and gaslighter.
“Do you want a soup? Something to eat? Or do you want a drink? Coffee is not an option. I prefer you drink milk.”
I tried opening my mouth and wanted to say what I wanted when I coughed loud enough to startle him.
“Never mind. I’ll get you a glass of milk and your medicine.”
Before I could say anything, Myles left the room. I sighed, then opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling. Thousands of what ifs are invading my head. I could hear some of them, but others are a blur. Most of them don’t have a guaranteed answer.
Why?
Only the man who’s taking care of me can answer them.
It’s still bizarre to think that the man who’s planning to destroy me is handling me with care right now. When I don’t even know him that much.
Who is really Myles and why did he suddenly come to my life knowing I have a terrible past?
Have we ever met?
How did he even find out?
“Melanie.”
My thoughts resurfaced back to reality when Myles called my name. I took a glimpse of him from the corners of my eyes and saw him standing at the side of the bed, holding a glass of milk and meds in the other hand.
Did I mention that I am naked?
His eyes wandered around my body for a while. Even if my vision is a little blurry, I notice how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his jaw clenched while oggling at my nakedness.
“Come on, you need to get up.” He stated, placing the glass of milk on the table.
I groan when I push my body to get up. However, I ended up falling miserably again since my muscles are frail. Myles saw this and immediately helped me by placing a hand on the back of my waist.
“Here, let’s get you up. You need to get back your energy or I can’t f*ck you.”
I sighed, stopping myself from letting out an expression of hearing his sinful words.
This man can’t keep himself inside his pants.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked after a minute of silence between us. The only thing I could hear was my heart thumping blisteringly against my chest.
Which I am hoping he didn’t hear.
Myles stops from moving then looks at me with those deadly eyes of his. I think I shouldn’t have asked him that question because right now I could feel my insides getting chaotic.
“Because we had an agreement, Melanie.”
I was not surprised when he used that card against me again. However, part of me thought that he changed his mind because of what he is doing right now.
But he wasn’t doing that because he was concerned.
He’s doing this so he could screw me again non stop until I begged him to let go.
“I can’t just watch my slave getting so weak. My d**k has been waiting for a while now. You need to recover immediately.”
He pats my cheeks mildly. The way the side of his lips curved sends a warning to my system. It’s as if something is whispering to me to let go before it’s too late.
I closed my eyes then let out a breath.
“Okay.” Is what I said before looking away.
There’s no point in getting mad. There’s no hope for me in this room. The best way I can think of to get out of this situation is to do what he commands.
Maybe in that way, he’ll fall in love with me and his perception might change.
I felt the bed move, and saw him getting out of the room. I expected him to return, but to my disappointment, he didn’t .
So I was left with no choice but to take care of myself for the remaining hours. When I felt a little better, I forced myself to stand up and, luckily, I can now manage.
I took some pajamas and wore them. I headed out of the room to get a glass of water when someone spoke.
“You seem better now.”
I halted then slowly turned around to see Myles was leaning against the door frame. His eyes are scanning me.
“Yeah…I have to force myself.” I smiled sardonically. But not to the point of making it noticeable.
“Good. Let’s go out.”
Why does he always ask me to go out?
“Where? You know that I just came up with a fever.”
“I just need a date for my program opening.”
My brows furrowed, stupefied by his remark. Program opening? Come to think of it, I don’t have any idea what he is doing for his source.
I only know his name.
“Why me? You have lots of girlfriends.” I rolled my eyes secretly then proceeded to take a glass of water since my throat is parched when someone grabbed my wrist.
He didn’t spin me around, but the way he held me sent a shiver down my spine.
“Because I want to.”
I sighed, keeping my anger.
“Myles, you can’t force me to go out with you because you know what my situation is. I can’t let other people see me.”
If I can beg and kneel down for him so he won't pull me out of this house, I am willing to do so.
“That’s why it’s a masquerade party.” My mind was inching to process his words. Masquerade?
“Half of your face is covered. You won’t be recognized there.”
My heart did a somersault and my arms shook a little. The thought of going out of this house never occurred in my head. All my life my plan has been to run and hide from the public. Call me a coward or what, but that’s the best I can think of.
Apologizing won’t do anything. The media will still see me differently. I bet my supporters will send me death threats.
I’m scared and anxious about my fate. This is something that can not be solved easily.
“Myles…” I trailed off, begging him.
I still can’t.
“Melanie, people won’t know you.”
“But what if they do? What will you do about it?”
Myles spun his body to face me. I slowly lifted my chin to look at his threatening eyes. He moved his jaw, clenching it while squinting his eyes.
“I will hunt them down.”
Minutes, hours, that turned into a day before I finally decided to agree with his proposal.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I wanted it in the first place. However, Myles threatened me with exposing my past.
And again, I have no other choice.
I glanced at the full-length mirror, looking at what I looked like. I wore a velvet dress that reached my ankle. It has a long slit at the side, exposing my left thigh.
I noticed my hands were shaking. I’m nervous and my mind is in defense mode. I keep on thinking of scenarios on how to explain if ever I see someone I know. Or when they recognize me.
I’m not really ready.
“Melanie, are you ready?”
My shoulders were tense when I heard him outside of the room. One good thing Myles did was get out of the room to give me some time to think and to relax.
He didn’t knock when he went inside, as if he owned the place. My breathing stopped shortly when I saw him in the mirror.
Bewitching is an understatement to describe his get up.
My throat parched and my muscles went numb when our eyes locked on the reflection.
I’m hyperventilating.
Not gonna lie. He looks good wearing a black suit. Aside from that, it matched his personality, it also made him look powerful and dominant.
When he is indeed one.
“I’m not.”
Always and never will be.
Myles stopped shortly to stare at me from where he was standing. He didn’t mind what I answered to him. Instead, he slid both of his coercive hands in his pockets, taking a step forward.
“You’ll do great, don’t worry too much, sweetheart.”
He stopped right behind me, and I could feel his hot breath caressing my exposed shoulders. I shivered from the contact, closing my eyes. I could feel the tip of his lips fondling my nape, where it’s sensitive. His hands travelled down to my arms, then folded his fingers with mine from behind.
He’s too close. I could smell his manly scent. I could hear the beat of his heart.
I could feel him hard.
He inhaled sharply, as if he was smelling my fragrance, before seductively whispering in my ear.
“I will not leave your side during the whole party, babe.”
What did I put myself into?
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