Reborn As His Obsession

Chapter 16

I stood at one spot and stared at the marble floors. Why did I feel so humiliated? I thought he was going to love the sexy outfit that I wore. I should have just taken off my outfit by myself than wait for him to rip it apart. Was this what Bella always had to deal with?

His dark eyes bore through me and he moved towards the sofa that leaned by the wall and reclined in it.

“Is this your first time on the job? I expected that all the women that auditioned were experts.”

I reluctantly peeled the rest of my torn outfit from my body. With my clothes torn, I wondered how I was going to return home.

I was now stark naked, with his eyes roaming around my body in that same cold disinterest. I wanted to move my hands to dance, but ended up using that same hand to cover my exposed boobs.

I already felt ridiculed enough.

“I can't,” I stuttered.

His mouth opened to say something, but later formed into a smile.

Was he a psychopath or something? Did he really enjoy looking at me in my scared vulnerable moment?

“When you say something, you say it in a way that's clear to me. What can't you do?”

That deep voice of his ringing out again made me feel like crashing into his body, but something held me back.

“I can't dance. I need to leave,”

A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “Then, leave.”

I looked down at my clothes which were already torn in ways that they couldn't be put on again. I struggled to put it on my body, but it barely covered my sensitive parts.

Oh s**t! I cursed as I remembered that I forgot my jacket downstairs.

And why was he still looking at me? Couldn't he give a woman some privacy to dress up? What exactly did he want again now that he had torn my lovely outfit?

“First cupboard towards your right, grab a jacket from there.”

I followed his hand that pointed to the cupboard and opened it to see an array of long jackets. These looked expensive and I was sure he'd ask me to return them after use.

“Don't worry, I'd just search for my lost jacket.”

His looks got serious like someone that was offended. Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to offend him.

“Take it.” He ordered.

I didn't argue, I grabbed the longest jacket that I could find and covered my exposed body. My hands trembled as I covered my body with the jacket. Part of me still hesitated to walk away from him.

His eyes trailed behind me as I walked to the door. For a moment, I thought he may call me back and order me to dance clothless against my will, but he didn't.

The man who had ushered me into the room earlier gave me a surprised look. I'm sure he didn't expect me to be done with Mr. Dom already.

Honestly, I felt like I was confused. Was I really offended by him tearing off my clothes? Yes, it was humiliating, but I still couldn't give myself an exact reason why I didn't want to go down with this Mr. Dom.

My pulse still raced at the thought that my first naked encounter with a man that wasn't my husband caused my death. What if it happened again? What if I hadn't actually been reborn, and I was just in a limbo state where the heavens were judging me to see if I'd yield to the temptation of sleeping, or rather, dancing with another man.

[You've been reborn, you fool] The voice sounded in my head.

I inhaled deeply as I crossed the road to stand where my ride could easily find me.

“Have I passed the task or not?” I asked the system.

I heard something like a robotic chuckle. [You passed the third task by auditioning for Sir Dom's role. There are no tasks at the moment. Any decisions you make would be out of your free will.]

Wow? My free will

The system had given me a chance to choose if I wanted this deal with Mr. Dom or not. I wondered what was going through his mind. If he saw me as a clumsy dancer that was probably a newbie.

I was just standing a short distance away from his house. It wouldn't be bad if I went back into his house and completed what I ran away from.

No! I can't. Another thought rang in my head. I'm not Bella. I am Bianca and there are several other decent jobs than stripping completely for a stranger.

My free will was torn between two different decisions.

When my ride finally arrived, I made a final decision in my head as the Uber drove towards my place. I won't continue Bella's slutty life, I will get another job.

The ride stopped at my destination. I alighted and entered my apartment. I took off his brown jacket that I wore and freed my legs from my high heels. The flimsy fabric of my crop top blouse couldn't be mended from the tear.

I tried holding the cloth and tearing it like Mr. Dom did, but the fabric seemed too hard for it. It meant he had really strong big hands to tear the cloth in just one go.

Strong big hands? That sounded exactly like the feature of a man that I'd like to f**k.

“Concentrate Bianca!” I snapped at myself. The chapter of Bella's stripping life had closed with me. I needed to get a new job, something that required me to keep my clothes on.

My mind drifted to the job that Fred said he got for me. I did more research about the art gallery that I'd be working at. It was one of the popular ones in town, where billionaires and businessmen flew in to buy art pieces at outrageously expensive prices.

I wasn't a fan of art, but I was sure that Bella was, because I had seen several sketchbooks of hers scattered around the room.

So, a decision was made, a job at the art gallery and quitting my job as a stripper. Morals over short time enjoyment.

I felt a bit of murkiness on my skin, and there was no way I could sleep like that. I took off my clothes and entered the bathroom for a shower.

Even as the cool water kept falling on my face, I still kept thinking of Mr. Dom. What did the Dom stand for? Or could that just be his real name.

I switched off the shower when I heard something like my door creaking. It was accompanied by footsteps. I thought I had locked the door with my keys, so who exactly had entered?

“Hello, who's there?”

There was no response. I didn't hear the footsteps anymore, so I brushed the thought off. The sound probably came from another apartment.

I spent more time in the bathroom than I should have. The water felt so refreshing and I didn't feel like stepping out.

“Hello,” I called out from the bathroom as I heard footsteps again.

“Ivy, is it you? Just stop playing these games.”

Since the person wasn't responding, I was forced to step out of the bathroom even when I didn't want to.

I dried my wet body with a soft towel and headed towards my room. There was a muddy trail of shoes from the door. My heart leapt in fear as I followed the trail.

Had a burglar gotten access to my house? Or worse, could it be the people that Bella wrote about in her diary that wanted to kill her.

I couldn't go empty handed. I held a baseball bat in my hand. Whoever this intruder was, the person had access to the spare keys of my house.

I tiptoed towards the kitchen and was faced with a man standing with his back towards me. He plugged in headphones and was making himself a meal in my kitchen. I could already smell the sizzling sausages.

“Who exactly are you?” I shrieked, raising the bat and hitting his head before he could even turn around.

He groaned and took off his headphones immediately, while turning towards me with his hand grabbing the hurting part of his head.

“Why did you do that?” He removed his hand from the place I had hit and there was blood on it.

His face looked familiar, but I just couldn't place it.

“Oh, it was him.” I muttered to myself as I finally remembered who he was.

He limped over to my bed with his hand still grabbing his head.

“How did you have the keys to my house?” I questioned him.

“Are you kidding me? You gave me a spare key of course. Now, if you don't mind, I need some first aid.”

I rolled my eyes at him. Bella had really given the spare keys of her house to a man. That sounded risky. I just hoped she hadn't shared keys to another person.