Sold to My Boss

Chapter 1 The Video

A voice that was hard to bear flowed through the headphones into Annie's ears.

Her dark eyes were glued to the steamy scene unfolding between the man and woman on the screen. Her red lips parted instinctively, wide enough to fit an egg.

Upon seeing the inappropriate clip sent by the stranger, Annie's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

It really takes all sorts to make a world. People like this? She should’ve just blocked them outright.

Thinking this, Annie was about to close the video. But the next second, her delicate fingers froze in place, and her pretty face instantly turned pale.

Because the woman in this video, which resembled an adult film, was actually her!

Memories surged like a tide.

One night a few months ago, she was inexplicably kidn*pped by a group of people, drugged, and then thrown into a room.

The events of that night left her incapacitated, unable to get out of bed for two whole days.

Afterward, the man who took her virginity vanished without a trace, leaving her alone to silently mourn the bloodstains, as red as plum blossoms.

In the video, her voice echoed in her ears through the headphones, so loud it seemed it would shatter her eardrum, causing her brain to throb faintly.

Annie turned off the video, pulled out the headphones, and with trembling fingers, typed out one word after another.

"Who are you?! How do you have this video?!"

She stared intently at the chat interface, her forehead damp with cold sweat from anxiety, her body tense like a bowstring.

At this moment, Annie was completely at a loss; she didn't know what to do. Through the video, she couldn't clearly see who the man was who took her virginity, yet her expression was captured exceptionally clearly.

Could it be that the man was coming to find her again?

But she had no money or power; what could that man possibly want to do?

Moreover, this video absolutely could not fall into her so-called husband, Baily's, hands. If he saw her being humiliated by another man, would he be so angry that he'd divorce her on the spot?

Just thinking about the day she was thrown at the Piercefield's door, and the disgusted, disdainful gaze of Baily, she could never forget it. Because of this incident, Baily had never touched her in the six months since their marriage.

Time passed second by second, and the few minutes of waiting felt like years, making her feel as if she were living in hell.

This inner torment made her feel as if she was about to collapse; at this moment, she truly wished she could disappear into a c***k in the ground and never come out again.

But everything must come to an end, and now all she could do was wait.

Just as Annie felt the urge to send another w******p message, a "ding-dong" sound indicated that the person on the other end had replied to her.

"What's wrong, don't you remember me?"

Those words sent her spiraling into despair.

Her guess was correct; it was indeed that man!

Annie's face, as pale as a ghost, had drained of color from her once rosy lips, and even her gums were trembling slightly.

Her trembling hand reached out again, and she almost used all her strength to type out the next few words.

Annie: What do you want from me?!

After this question, the person on the other end instantly replied with a "heh," and then continued, "I just missed you, why are you reacting so strongly?"

Annie was on the verge of a breakdown, gripping her phone, so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Her eyes were slightly red, with tears welling up, and in the blink of an eye, one fell onto the phone screen with a plop.

Annie wiped her tears, sniffled, and almost pleadingly typed out a few words.

Annie: I beg you! Please let me go...

At that moment, Annie didn't know what else to do but plead.

However, the person on the other end seemed to enjoy her helplessness and fear, and then sarcastically remarked, "You weren't begging me to let you go when you were in bed, but rather begging me to..."

A row of ellipses made the next words self-evident; Annie certainly knew what that man was going to say, and this was the most humiliating moment of her life.

The conflicting reactions of her mind and body filled her with self-loathing. During those unbearable days, she even developed depression at one point.

But time is always the best medicine, and just as she was about to find relief, the source of her nightmare reappeared.

This time, she was still alone, facing all her troubles.

Annie felt utterly helpless at that moment, her tears bursting forth and soaking her eyes, making it hard to see the screen.

She wiped her tears again, sniffed to adjust her emotions, and typed word by word on the screen.

Annie: Tell me, what do you want from me?

After all, she is a mature adult; if she thought about it differently, she could clearly understand that this man must have some purpose for coming to her.

Sure enough, the person on the other end said, "Dirty woman. After work tonight, go to the women's restroom on the 15th floor, find the clothes I left for you in the second-to-last stall, change into them, and then go to the Green Hotel!"

Such a blatant demand made her realize what he wanted. She wanted to refuse, but no matter what she said next, the man did not reply to her anymore.

This left Annie feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof, completely at a loss.

It seemed he was certain she would go through with it, but to prevent the video from leaking, what choice did she have but to do that?

All day long, Annie felt a bit out of it, until the sun set, and the afterglow of the sunset bathed the entire building in golden light, before she finally packed her things and left her desk.

Taking the elevator to the fifteenth floor, she found the outfit waiting for her in the restroom stall.

Her dark eyes stared at the sexy, revealing outfit, comparable to lingerie, and she felt like she could just die from embarrassment.

How could she possibly face anyone in these clothes?！

She gripped the outfit tightly, wanting nothing more than to tear it to shreds.

But if she didn't go through with it, that video would…

Annie let out a deep sigh and reluctantly changed into that outfit.

After putting on the outfit, Annie listened for a moment at the door, and after confirming that there was no one outside, she quietly opened the stall door a small c***k and quickly walked out.

As soon as she stepped out, she caught her entire reflection in the large restroom mirror.

Her dark eyes widened in disbelief; she could hardly believe the woman in the mirror was really her.

With slightly curled chestnut hair that fell long, a delicate face without makeup, and dark eyes that looked misty and lovable.

She wore a black, form-fitting, cropped low-cut lace tank top, with a small hole in the abdomen that revealed a glimpse of her black underwear.

At the bottom, she wore a white mini-skirt, adorned with silver sequins at the waist, which highlighted her slender, snake-like figure.

Her legs, like lotus roots, were incredibly fair and flawless.