Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 3

EMILIA is a dancer. She is skilled in dancing. But at that moment, she seemed frozen in place, unable to move. She didn't know what to do. The sensual music continued to play. She could also hear Tyron's voice calling her. But she couldn't even look up.

“Come on, Miss Green. If you want to pay off your debt to me and don't want your father to go to jail, you'll dance. I don't need to force you. I don't have time to wait for you,” Tyron said to her seriously but angrily.

It was as if Emilia only woke up then. Her father couldn't be imprisoned.

So she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.

To her future husband, she hoped he would forgive her for being dirty. She was only doing this for her family.

Emilia began to move her body. She raised both hands and grinded her hips while repeatedly whispering to herself that her father couldn't be imprisoned.

“Oh you’ve got a move there. You’re good at grinding. I wonder how you’ll grind your hips while sitting on my lap,” she heard Tyron say in a hoarse voice.

But Emilia didn't pay attention. She just continued to sway and then bit her lower lip and walked towards the pole. She knows how to dance on the pole. She tried it in high school.

She hooked her right foot on it and danced and climbed the pole. She looked at Tyron, and his blue eyes were burning with desire.

For her family… This was for her family. Even if it was a dirty way, she could do it as long as Henry didn't go to jail. Because if that happened, she and Marie would be hurt.

“Damn! You’re hot,” said Tyron when their eyes met.

Kiss me all night

I want you to kiss me over my body

Let’s our body become one

Despite the sensual music, she could hear the sound of Tyron's pants zipper coming down. But Emilia didn't look. She didn't want to be distracted from what she was doing. And she might just disgust herself even more.

“Now, I want you to undress. I want to see your body, Emilia. Strip for me…”

She bit her lower lip. She didn't want to cry. But she had to follow everything Tyron wanted. Because with just one mistake, he could back out of their deal.

Even though it went against her will, she slowly took off the lingerie she was wearing until her chest was exposed to Tyron. But she didn't mind it. She just continued dancing.

She just thought of it as a bad dream.

“Damn!” She heard Tyron's heavy breathing.

Emilia lowered herself onto the pole and began to grind her body against it. She had to do well to please Tyron. To make him tire of her quickly.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, finally removing the lingerie from her body. She was naked, exposed before Tyron.

He was the first man to see her body. And though she felt shy, she didn't show it.

“More than you imagined,” Tyron said. And Emilia saw Tyron’s hand move faster between his legs.

It was obscene to watch. But she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Dance some more. Come here,” he said to her.

Emilia hesitated. She didn’t want to go near him. But how long would she be afraid? How long would she hold herself back?

This was the agreement she had with Tyron. She couldn’t be coy. The time would come when he would claim her body. So why prolong it?

“Sit on my lap. Dance on top of me,” Tyron said to her.

With a blank expression, she danced and slowly approached him. Before she could get close, he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap.

“Dance,” he whispered, burying his face between her shoulder and neck. Emilia looked up, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her body.

Emilia followed Tyron’s instructions. She danced, even though she could feel his manhood pressing against her womanhood.

“f**k! You’re a great dancer. I want to f**k you now. But I can’t. I have to wait,” Tyron said, sounding like he was holding back.

Emilia didn’t reply. She just continued to sway on top of Tyron. When he grabbed her hips and squeezed, she flinched.

“What a perfect body,” he said, amazed, and stroked her body.

She bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to see Tyron’s lust for her.

And when she felt his lips on hers, she opened her eyes. She stopped dancing. Tyron stared at her.

“Don’t stop,” he said, his right hand moving up and down between his legs while his left hand remained on her body.

He stroked her body. He squeezed her waist and her breasts.

“A hundred thousand dollars for your body. Damn! It’s worth it.”

Tyron's words made Emilia bite her lip harder. So that was what her body was worth. That was the price tag on her body.

Damn.

“Keep on dancing. I’m near,” Tyron said.

Emilia did as she was told. Even though she hated it, she kept dancing. She could hear Tyron’s heavy breathing, she knew he was close to his peak.

Moments later, she felt the hot liquid hit her abdomen. It’s his release.

“f**k. Next time, your hands will be the ones that please me. But for now, it’s me, because our deal hasn’t started yet.”

“W-what?” she said, shocked. What did he mean their agreement hadn’t started?

“You haven’t read the contract. You haven’t signed it. So our agreement isn’t official yet. And what happened earlier, I just made you dance to see if you were good in bed—“

“You’re a jerk!” Emilia couldn’t hold back anymore and slapped Tyron across the face.

Had he just played her? Made her a fool? She danced and stripped for him. And yet their agreement hadn't even started? What was that? Was her service free?

“What the f**k?!” Tyron said, furious, his head turning sharply to the left from the force of Emilia’s slap.

“f**k you, Patterson! You tricked me!” Emilia angrily got off Tyron’s lap. She was about to grab her lingerie when she felt Tyron grab her wrist and twist her around to face him.

“No one dares to slap me, Green! The next time you do that to me, your family will pay for it!” he threatened her. He was seething with rage. She could feel it in his grip on her.

“I didn’t trick you. And even though there’s no contract yet, our deal is that you’ll do everything I want. So what are you complaining about?”

Emilia was speechless. Tears streamed down her face. She was furious with Tyron. But she knew she had no power over him. Even if he was wrong, he would insist he was right because Emilia was the one who owed him.

“I’m warning you. If you want your father to get out of debt to me, be obedient and don’t do what you just did again,” he said, roughly releasing her wrist and walking out of the room.

Emilia flinched at the force of the door slamming shut. After that, tears streamed down her face. She sank to the floor and sobbed. When she found the strength, she angrily grabbed the contract and tore it to shreds without even reading it. After all, she had no right to complain, it was worthless anyway.

“f**k you, Tyron Patterson! f**k you!” Emilia whispered over and over.

That night, Emilia went home feeling numb. Luckily, Henry was asleep when she arrived. If he wasn't, she wouldn't know what to say if he noticed the swelling around her eyes. She had cried twice that day. But what could she do? She was just a poor girl, and so was her family. Even though she knew the world was unfair to her, she had to keep going.

Emilia spent the whole night crying. She promised herself that the next day she would be strong and brave for her family. This was the last time she would cry.

The next morning, she woke up early. Her parents were still asleep when she left after making breakfast for them.

She intentionally avoided having breakfast with Marie and Henry because she needed to distance herself. She knew Henry would ask about her meeting with Tyron, and she didn't want to talk about it yet. Her eyes were still puffy from crying all night, and she hadn't slept well because of what had happened.

But she had no choice but to be okay.

After leaving her house, she received a text from an unknown number. It was Mark, saying they needed to meet for a doctor's check-up.

Her class at the university wasn't until ten. So she agreed to meet him at eight. But since it was still early, she decided to hang out at a park she passed by.

At eight o'clock, Mark picked her up.

“Good morning, Mark,” she greeted him with a small smile.

“Good morning, Miss Green. You know where we're going today, right?” he said to her.

She just nodded silently and got into the car. They drove to the clinic. She spoke to the doctor and was surprised that she needed a check-up, knowing she was a virgin.

“Please don’t tell Mister Patterson about it. It probably doesn’t matter,” she said. But even so, the test was still performed, proving she was clean and had no contagious diseases.

After getting the results, Emilia handed them to Mark. “Tell Mister Patterson that I’m clean. Cleaner than his conscience,” she said angrily. Although she didn't believe Mark would actually tell Tyron, especially since he was just Tyron's employee, she didn't pay attention to Mark's nod.

“Okay,” he said to her.

“I’m leaving now. I have class,” she said, turning away from Mark.

Emilia was busy all day. After her class, she went to the coffee shop. Her shift ended a little past six.

As she stepped out of the coffee shop, Mark was standing there.

“Mister Patterson wants you picked up…”

Emilia was exhausted from work and class. But she couldn't complain. Whenever Tyron needed her, she had to go.

She didn't respond and quickly got into the car.

“Next time Mark, don't pick me up in front of the coffee shop or the university. People might get the wrong idea.” Emilia was just trying to avoid trouble, especially since there were a few groups of girls who were bullying her just because she used to be Brandon's girlfriend. That i***t was popular because he was the basketball team captain, and they couldn't accept that a poor, nerdy girl was dating their idol.

Mark didn't say anything and just nodded.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Even before they reached their destination, Emilia was already gathering her patience and courage because she was sure Tyron would either get angry or make her cry when she saw him.

“The usual,” Mark said briefly.

Emilia just nodded. A few moments later, they arrived at the hotel. When they reached the reception, she saw the woman from yesterday. When the woman saw her, she raised an eyebrow.

“Emilia Green,” she said coldly, without emotion.

“You again. I wonder what kind of love potion you gave Mister Patterson that he hasn't dumped you yet,” she said insultingly.

Emilia smirked. “Do you have any love potion on you that can make your boss lose his obsession with me? He's head over heels for me. Even he doesn't know how to dump me,” she said sarcastically.

That woman was a b***h. Even though she didn't like the situation, she wasn't going to let this woman insult her.

The woman didn't say anything. She just handed Emilia the card with a thud. Emilia took it and gave the woman a sarcastic smile.

“I hope you get to experience being with the one and only Tyron Patterson. I'll pray for you,” she said before heading to the elevator. She could hear the woman's friend laughing, and the woman glared at her.

If she could, she would switch places with that woman so she could see that she wasn't like the other women who were desperate to be with Tyron. If only she knew that Emilia was just being forced into this and doing it for her family.

When she arrived at the penthouse, it was still dim, just like last night. She went straight to the bedroom even though she hadn't seen any instructions on what to do.

And there, she found Tyron on the balcony, wearing only a bathrobe and holding a glass of wine.

“Am I late?” she asked in a sarcastic voice. Tyron hadn't given her a specific time for their meeting today.

Tyron didn't say anything. After he finished his drink, he undressed without hesitation, revealing his naked body in front of her.

“What do you want?” she asked, even though she knew why they were meeting. She forced herself to look only at Tyron's eyes.

Tyron slowly walked towards her. She slowly backed away until she was pressed against the wall behind her.

“You tore up the contract. That means you won't object to anything I do to you,” he said, slowly stroking her cheek.

Emilia didn't say anything. She just let him speak.

“And I saw your medical results. And since you're cleaner than my conscience, let's do it. Warm my bed tonight. And I want you to start by kneeling in front of me. Pleasure me,” Tyron said, pushing her shoulder down.