Enslaved By Him

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Mistake

PROLOGUE

The night she met him changed the entire course of her life.

Hex Ramirez was 24 year old alternative model for Nstagram, and her following had recently been taken off to the point where she could quit her overworked, under appreciated day job. She had been invited to her first award ceremony which she found out was more of a fancy party for people to eat, get drunk, and try to f**k each other. Not exactly her cup of tea, but she decided to give it a try. who knew? Opportunities happened at events like this. Right?

She had honestly expected to be meeting up at some convention center when she received the address. She hadn’t bothered to look up the address previously due to her ignorant expectations. It's why she had been so shocked to pull up to the massive black iron gated community.

The ceremony was apparently held at someone's house. Well... mansion, really. The building was a three story stone carved artistic masterpiece she had thought only existed in movies. There was a massive fountain large enough to be a swimming pool in the front of it. Trimmed hedges twirled up toward the sky, and carved statues of Greek gods and goddesses seemed to dance in between.

Inside was just as grand. Hundreds of thousands of dollars in artwork in grand arched marble hallways. Crystal chandeliers, exotic rugs, smart appliances - you name it, it was in this place. The owner of this home lived a lifestyle that she would never obtain, and that was something Hex was okay with. She preferred a more humble life anyway.

It took her only a few hours to discover that it was not her scene at all. Drugs were everywhere, and people weren't even bothering to hide it. It amazed her how she lost count of how many people she walked by who were snorting that white powder. Then, there were the random hookups in closets... or just in an open, but albiet dark corner. Some were even influencers who had family blogs. Yikes.

It wasn't all awkward, she would later admit to herself. She appreciated the fact that she met dozens of other models who decided to follow her, which would heavily help influence her audience. Though, it had been tiring to deflect advances from not just men but other women, at least she managed to achieve her goal in coming here, so all was not wasted.

She would have promptly left then and there, but her new 'friends' were adamant about her staying every time she tried to slip away. It took her another two hours before she managed to smarten up and not announce her departure, but leaving without being noticed was harder than she expected. The most she could hope for was solitude until the coast was clear.

Hex wasn't sure how she managed it, but she eventually found a balcony that seemed to be free of any other people. Here, she could finally breathe, and she didn't even mind the cold.

It was there that she first heard his voice. He had asked her what she was doing there. It had startled her and then she saw him. He was beautiful. Standing close to six feet and thick muscles that came from dedicated attention was just the starting point. His white hair, however, couldn't hide his Asian heritage. Red lined his dark arched eyes expertly, which made him seem fiercer rather than softer. He looked underdressed compared to the rest of the party with his tight black tank and jeans. He could get away with that, being Dimitri Chan. He was one of the most influential people in the modeling world. Even she had to pull on a little black dress and heels to get in here.

She had admitted to him then that she needed to get away from everyone as he came out from the corner he had been hiding in. A smile graced his face that made Hex's knees weak, something that never happened to her.

Oh, she didn't like the party? He asked the question, but his voice teased other things. She remembered having to turn away from that smile because she felt like a child when the blush heated her face. No. She didn't like parties in general, she had said.

It was sometime between then and a few glasses of champagne later that Hex found herself underneath him in a bedroom somewhere. It wasn't like her. She always had felt that s*x was something you shouldn't do unless you were doing it with the person you loved, but there was simply something about him that captivated her. Made incapable of listening to the logic of caution.

Though she had been tipsy, she remembered everything. From the feel of his hands on her breasts to the taste of his mouth to complete ecstasy of him inside her. It had been the best s*x of her life if she were being honest with herself.

That's why it had stung so bad when he cast her aside so coldly the next morning. It was like a totally different man had woken up next to her. She'd never forget how he casually tossed a few bills at her when he told her to call a cab home, not even looking at her as she awkwardly dressed.

She scoffed at it and left the money after uttering the words, "You toss money at me like I'm some cheap w***e when clearly this isn't your first one night stand? I know you're pretty, so thinking probably isn't your strong suit. Look up 'Hypocrisy' in the dictionary. Maybe then you'll realize that you're the slut!"

The look on his face when she left had been worth the humiliation she had felt. The revenge that she wanted. And she had expected to honestly never see him again.

And she wouldn't have...if two months later after that horrid night she hadn’t been looking at the third plastic wand that spelled out the one word that would change everything.

Pregnant.

She was pregnant with that assholes baby.