Chapter 4 Ripped Off Dignity
"Bastard! Asshole! Savage! Jerk!" Alaia launched every filthy name she could think of at the man standing in front of the bed.
Zane only looked at her angrily, saying nothing.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She continued screaming at him while jumping off the bed on her two feet. "Give me back my camera! Now!"
Zane snorted down into her face. She was short but fierce. No one but this tiny girl dared talk to him that way in the last five years. Everyone feared him. But not her. That fact astounded him. She should be scared. And there was something else bothering Zane.
Alaia Jones didn't remember him at all.
He stepped closer and cupped her chin in an iron-like grip, so hard it must have hurt.
"Zane Nash is my name," he hissed, revealing his identity. Alaia tried to stop him from walking her backward. But again, he was too strong, and she found herself on the bed again. The asshole landed on top of her with a naughty glint in his eyes.
And a devilish smirk played the edges of his pretty, thin lips.
Zane Nash! Alaia's eyes widened. Nash International USA branch's CEO. Everyone in the States knew that name. But only a few knew how he looked. Zane Nash was a very private person.
Fuck! Alaia instantly regretted deleting those pictures of him and Vivi Brown fucking.
Those photos would have become super big news! It could have solved all my financial troubles, Alaia thought. She was so near to moving out of Tim's house. She might have paid her mother's hospital bills months ahead.
Zane's voice pulled Alaia back from the dreamland. What was he saying? She wondered, looking back at the face of the man pressing her down against the mattress.
She stared blankly at him, not believing what he had just asked her. The bastard!
"So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer.
"Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her.
Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully.
Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up.
I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago.
And now was the time to keep it.
"Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression.
Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer.
Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director.
Everyone knew David was married and had two young children.
"You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more.
Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company.
Those were the two birds.
And the stone was her virginity.
The asshole knew everything about her, everything bothering her. Zane knew she couldn't and wouldn't say no. Who would say no if it meant losing a parent? My virginity against my mother's life and Tim’s company? Alaia realized she had no way out.
Fuck everything! It will be only sex. One night and I won't see this rich evil pig ever again. There was not much time left for her to think.
"Okay," she slowly consented.
Zane stared at her with his lips curved. Everything could be bought, including women. Even Alaia Jones, a once-proud princess, had a price tag, he thought.
Alaia didn't move, sensing Zane getting closer. His eyes fixed on her. She averted her gaze, shut her eyes, and bit her lip.
"Open your eyes! The lights stay on!" The asshole said, already unbuttoning her shirt. She did what he asked, opening her eyes.
Zane noticed the change as they already looked dull. He took his time with those buttons, enjoying the process, undoing them, one by one.
The process had one purpose only. To break Alaia's pride and make her lose her dignity.
After throwing her shirt over to the floor, he ripped her bra off. Alaia's hands flew upward with a gasp, trying to shield her naked breasts. But the asshole didn't let her. Zane wished to play with her nipples, envisioning them in his hands and mouth. But he stopped dreaming.
No foreplay! Only hard fucking, he reminded himself.
He lifted her and threw her on the bed. The third time today! But now, he'd get what he was after.
Like a beast, he followed after her, taking the rest of her clothes off her body. He took his shirt off and unzipped his pants. In no time, he clutched her ankles, spreading her legs.
Immediately he nestled between her thighs, with his hand guiding his shaft inside her.
Alaia gasped heavily, understanding he wouldn't be gentle.
Zane rammed himself inside her, slamming his balls against her soft flesh. Alaia shrieked. Zane knew what it meant. He could feel her tight and narrow walls stretching around him.
He had the honor to fuck Alaia Jones first.
For a second, it made him proud, his heart twitching. He almost wished to go soft on her. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. So he only kept pounding deep and fast inside her, devouring her like a wolf would his prey.
When he finished, there were tears in Alaia's eyes. Zane saw them unmistakably. But he showed no mercy.
It was time for round two.
"Get on all fours!" He ordered. Alaia only stared at him, didn’t move a bit. Zane angrily grabbed her and turned her around, positioning himself behind her. He grabbed her ass, lifting it in the air.
And he fucked her again, hard.
She was panting. And she was crying.
When he came, he rolled to his side of the bed with no word to her. Alaia seemed passed out after the hard fuck, lying on the bed with closed eyes. Zane knew she would be here in the morning if she wanted the money and the photos.
That was the deal they made. Till the morning!
When the morning came, Alaia was sleeping. Looking at her, Zane recalled his memories.
Ten years ago, he was a street thug. He still wasn't a part of the wealthy Nash family. Zane preferred fighting over going to school. After one fight, he stood on the street in messy clothes, wiping the blood that oozed from his mouth.
A girl dressed as a princess appeared. And next, a few boys surrounded her.
"Alaia, you look like a princess," they told her.
"I know you like these. Let's go to the park and eat them," one of the boys offered some candies to the girl. She was smiling, but Zane saw she didn't like these boys' attention. And he could see pride and impatience in her eyes.
Alaia suddenly shifted her focus to Zane and took the candy box from the boy's hands.
She tip-toed toward Zane, throwing candies into his pockets. Then she turned to the boys and said:
"Why not give the candies to the poor and help them. Alaia Jones is no short of food!" Her tone was arrogant and full of herself. The way she looked at Zane was disdainful. And yet, she took a tissue and wiped her hands, grimacing like she touched something filthy.
The boys around her were delighted, praising her kindness. They grabbed the rest of the sweets, throwing them at Zane. Zane couldn't move. Though he was good at fighting, he only stood there still, listening to the boys, asking him to pick up the candies.
"Stop telling him what to do! The poor also have dignity!" Zane turned to Alaia, hearing her words. But Alaia didn't stop there. "He won't pick them up if you're all watching him," she added.
Alaia walked away first with her head high, and the boys followed her. As if she was some princess and they were her subjects, never questioning her highness.
Zane was left standing all alone.
For the first time in his life, he felt shame, a shame for being poor. Alaia Jones gave him a lesson, teaching him the difference between the poor and the rich.
For Alaia Jones, the poor were like beggars. They depended upon the kindness of the wealthy.
Zane waited patiently for Alaia to wake up.
When she did, he watched her dress, enjoying her evident feeling of shame. She had been lowering her head. Her shyness wasn't gone entirely. After she fastened the last button on her shirt, he threw banknotes and the photos down to the floor.
"There! You earned it! Pick it up!" Zane told her.
Bastard! Alaia cursed in a low tone. She swallowed her pride again, benting to pick up the banknotes and photos one by one.
Watching her pick them up from the ground brought a strong kick of satisfaction over to Zane. High rush, better than any drug, he thought.
Not only did he take her virginity, but also her dignity away.