Chapter 9 Did You Pay Him?
When Alaia woke up in the morning, first, she sighed with relief, finding herself alone in the bed, and her hands free. The bastard didn't cuff her today.
Her whole body hurt, and her soul ached. But she guessed she had to get used to it now if wanting to survive this shameful deal.
Quinn's face appeared in front of Alaia's eyes, but she put it away. It only made her misery skyrocket.
Then she remembered what that asshole Zane told her last night while fucking her, right when she was experiencing her second orgasm. It felt as if he had almost deliberately chosen that moment, wanting to humiliate her more.
"From now on, I expect you ready to fuck in my bed every night, until I get bored!" His words resounded in her head, together with her moans. And his groans while he pounded hard into her.
I'm basically his whore now, Alaia thought, getting hit by sudden despair. Zane Nash's fucktoy. I can't do anything about it but let him fuck me. He doesn't care who I am, how I feel, or what I want. It's all about him getting satisfied and nothing more.
But feelings were mutual.
Alaia didn't give a fuck about him either.
The last thing she would show him was that it all got to her. He would see no emotions from her. Except for hatred, disgust, and resentment.
"Get up! We're leaving!" Zane barged into the room. Alaia prevented herself from asking where he would take her. It didn't matter.
"I have to go to work!" She frowned, saying it, and pulled the sheet up on an impulse.
“You work for me now, little rabbit.” Zane declared, approaching the bed. His every word was penetrating Alaia’s nerve.
“My uncle will worry ab...”
"You'll go where I tell you! And don't you dare cover yourself in my presence!" Zane interrupted her, ripping the sheet off her body. His eyes roamed over her naked features for a while. Alaia felt like a piece of meat, still enduring it without recoiling.
“Get ready in 15 minutes. We’ll go shopping.” Zane’s tone got softer after sensing that faint gloom in Alaia’s eyes. Then he left, leaving her to clean herself and dress.
Why did the devil choose me? Alaia asked herself while showering, rubbing herself hard as if trying to undo everything he had done to her. It couldn't be he was so attracted to her. She was sure he could find a way prettier woman to fuck than she was.
It was late morning when Zane brought Alaia to the most expensive mall in the city, buying some everyday necessities for her.
He was serious. He wanted Alaia in his house every day and night, occupying her body and her time and erasing that Quinn guy out of her mind!
When they walked in and out of the luxury brands' stores, it didn't miss Alaia that Zane attracted other women a lot. The way Zane pulled up the sleeves of his black suit jacket forced their hungry eyes to trek up and down his well-tanned veined, tattooed arms, probably desiring to melt in their tight hold. Silly girls! They were almost drooling!
It made Alaia feel awkward and uneasy by his side. But Zane didn't care about it at all. He held her hand, acting like they were the most normal couple.
"In there!" Zane said, pulling her into another high-end store after him. The shop offered many finely tailored cocktail dresses, lush evening gowns, and elegant blouses. The garments Alaia didn't own. And she didn't need them.
"My, oh, my! Zane! I can't believe it!" A woman's chiming, seductive voice made Alaia turn her head.
Immediately, she recognized that well-known international movie star, Jessica Hughes. She was way more famous than Vivi Brown.
Jessica hurriedly took her coat off, pushed her perky breasts and bottom out and strolled toward Zane, seductively smiling while flashing her sexy body at him. She was the leading role in The Throne, a movie Zane's film studio was about to produce.
As soon as he saw Jessica, Zane's light bulb switched on. He approached her with a devilish sparkle in his eyes.
"Hey, gorgeous! Where have you been?" He put his hands on her waist, pulling her into his chest. And then, he kissed her, all the time keeping one eye open, following Alaia's reaction.
Alaia’s eyes widened, at once taking her phone out. She couldn't miss the hot scene. Jessica Hughes and Zane Nash were both so famous!
Gosh! It'll definitely hit the headline tomorrow! Alaia thought excitedly while quickly shooting several photos of Zane smooching Jessica. She beamed when checking them out.
‘Nash International CEO banging His Famous Actress!’
‘Movie Star Jessica Hughes Seeing Someone?’
Which title should I choose? Alaia couldn't stop giggling at the photos.
Zane got pissed off with Alaia's reaction. Instead of making her jealous, he found her laughing, like not being affected by it. His plan wasn't working at all. She acted as if not at least bothered with him kissing another woman. Not even a beauty like Jessica. And she dared to take the photos of them kissing!
Zane pushed Jessica away, angrily striding toward the little vixen. He ripped the phone out of her hands, deleting the photos.
“Tyrant!” Alaia murmured. Zane gave her a warning look. Alaia just rolled her eyes and walked away.
It all made Zane’s good mood fade. So he tugged a few dresses down from the hangers and shelves, furiously dropping them against the cashier desk.
Jessica glared at Alaia, jealousy written all over her face. Zane had never gone shopping with her before! What magic this little bitch did to him! Seeing Zane busy with paying, she headed toward Alaia.
"How many nights now?" Alaia frowned, hearing her ask.
"What do you mean?" She asked, didn’t miss the arrogance in the actress’s tone.
"Zane won't fuck a woman more than three nights. I'm his record. And look at you, not even his type," Jessica hissed annoyingly. Then she looked down at Alaia, trying to put her down and shame her. "What do you have on him? How did you force him to fuck you? Did you pay him or what?" She laughed mockingly, observing Alaia's simple clothes and her unmade-up face.
"Pay him? Yes, sure." Alaia chuckled bitterly back, realizing the famous actress was also one of Zane Nash’s lovers. This stupid woman was getting on her nerves. "Do I look like ATM to you?" Then she retorted coldly.
"How many times? Let me think! Aah, sorry, I didn't have time to count! But consider yourself lucky it was only three times. Do you want me to call Zane for you? Maybe you can force him too? Why don't you pay him if you want him so badly?" Alaia decided not to pretend Zane didn't fuck her.
After all, he brought her here to buy clothes for her. It must have been clear to everyone seeing them that Zane was banging her.
It was enough that she had allowed Zane Nash to entrap her in his wicked game. The last thing Alaia wanted was become Zane’s sex toy with a contract. She would gladly swap places with Jessica. But she wouldn't let anyone, not even Jessica, belittle her.
Jessica was furious for letting that plain-looking girl humiliate her. She couldn’t understand how she got Zane’s attention, making him go shopping with her! Thinking of this, her jealousy surged up. She stretched her hand to Alaia and pinched her arm, “Zane will kick you out of his bed soon. You little bitch!”
“Ouch! What are you doing?” Alaia pushed her hand away and took a step back. She didn’t expect that Jessica Hughes, the famous actress with a respectful reputation in the world, would do such a low action.
Jessica gave her another glare, then she turned on her heels and walked through the exit before Zane noticed her act.
Zane returned from the cashier, gripping Alaia's hand. He saw Victoria's Secret shop, taking her there.
"Hurry up, little rabbit!" Zane headed toward Victoria's Secret store, hauling Alaia quickly behind his back.
"I'm not a little rabbit!" Alaia frowned.
"Ok, you can be a bird this time," Zane replied with a naughty smirk.
"Hurry the fuck up, little bird!" He repeated, raising his voice impatiently. His steps were fast, and Alaia almost tripped, trying to keep up with his pace.
"I can't walk that fast. If I'm the bird, I'm not the Road Runner bird!" Alaia retorted, calling Zane "You, Coyote!" behind his back. He stifled a chuckle, hearing her say it, but let her pass with it this time.
"Mmmm, look at that...!" He murmured all pent-up, looking at the sexy pleated babydoll negligee. He definitely wished to see Alaia wearing that ivory white silk while imagining sliding it slowly down the smooth skin of her hot body. Zane was already seeing himself enjoying untieing those laces and bows when unwrapping that sweet present he bought for himself. It was both so seductive and innocent at the same time.
Just like she was.
"What? I don't wear these!" Alaia protested. What a pervert! He didn’t even feel embarrassed in a shop for women, looking enjoyed.
Zane only smirked, watching her blush.
"Go find some sexy thongs and bras! And some nice stockings!" he told Alaia, dropping her hand. His mood was up, probably due to her mortification. He had never basked in making a woman uncomfortable as he did to Alaia.
Taking her to a lingerie shop was a clear sign.
While she is mine, everyone should know I fuck her, he thought.
"Sure, Coyote," Alaia said, not meaning it.
She couldn't wait to vanish from the lingerie shop. There were not many men inside with their ladies at all. She felt like this screaming sign "the whore," or "a sugar-babe," was written all over her forehead. When Zane let her hand go, Alaia took her chance, running out of the store.
There was a bookshop opposite the lingerie store. She walked inside, straight to the books.
She grabbed a book about Paris from the top shelf, starting to leaf unhurriedly through its pages. It made her think of Quinn.
Alaia was sure she would never love another man as much as she loved Quintus O'Brien. He was the love of her life, and he would always remain locked inside her heart.
"Quintus, honey, look!" Right then, she heard a woman's voice coming from behind.
The name she called made Alaia freeze on the spot.