Chapter 13
1098 Words
Angela:
Madonna emerged from the kitchen and quickly came over to the dining table to serve me a cup of tea and two slices of bread.
"Thank you, Ma," I told her, wondering how she was able to put up with a ruthless man like Richard Henshaw.
I could not breathe properly under Richard's gaze, as his eyes kept staring at me like a predator.
"Do you need anything else, Madam?" Madonna asked once she was done setting up my breakfast.
"No, I am fine," I swiftly replied. Then she moved away to the kitchen.
Sighing, I picked up my tea, drinking it as fast as I could, as I wanted to get away from Richard.
After my breakfast, I rose to my feet, and Derek was back in the living room.
"Come with me," Derek said, and I knew that I had no other option but to obey and follow him.
When we walked out of the house, the surroundings were calm, and I wondered where the other men in black that I had seen the previous night had gone.
Derek drove a black Jeep and parked it in front of me. "Get in," he said, unlocking the front door for me to enter.
I looked at his face as he sat in the driver's seat.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, and Derek smiled.
"To the harem. So you can get proper training."
"Is this important?" I asked, and he smiled.
"Yes, most of the time it is important. So that you can learn how to please your master," he said, and I gulped hard.
"Alright," I replied, and watched him start the car after I had buckled my seatbelt. Derek drove out of the vicinity and glided through the roads, driving at a steady pace, taking turns unfamiliar to me.
I wondered what part of the city we were in.
"Do you know my father's house?" I asked Derek, his gaze on the road.
"Yes," he replied, not bothering to look at me.
I remained silent, watching the road, the people, and the buildings he drove past.
The day was bright and sunny. I was supposed to be in church, but here I was, making my way to the unknown.
After a few more minutes of driving, as it was less than an hour, Derek drove the car to a black gate, and I wondered where we were.
As he pulled up, Derek ordered me, "Come out now."
I got out of the car, and I saw some men in black suits and some ladies in skimpy wear, standing and discussing in the front yard.
It looked like a clubhouse, more like a hotel. The luxury building gleamed, and Derek led me into the building.
Silently, I trailed behind Derek, and he paused on the first floor as we were welcomed by two elegantly dressed women.
They were slim-figured, but from their stunning features, I knew they were not young women, but in their late thirties or early forties.
"Welcome, Derek. What brings you here? Do you need any woman for tonight?" one of the women asked. She wore a blue dress and a pair of black shoes. Her face was adorned with heavy makeup, and her companion likewise wore a short green dress that revealed their thighs.
"No, Madam Rose. This is Angela Moraga, my boss Richard Henshaw's new property," Derek introduced me, and I was stunned that he had to refer to me as property.
"Oh," the lady named Rose gasped.
"I was not expecting Mr. Richard to purchase a new property. She is pretty," Rose complimented, but I was not in the mood to smile at them.
They looked more like harlots, and the smell of cigarettes was thick in the air.
"Yes. You only have to train her in what to do. No service to any men. She belongs to my boss alone. Understood?" Derek said, his voice firm.
"Sure," Rose said, her eyes gleaming as she peered at me.
"I am Rose Benson, and this is Martha Lawrence," Rose introduced herself to me and extended her hand for a handshake.
I hesitated for a while and shook hands with Rose, as she had fair skin while Martha was brown.
"We are in charge of this harem. And our duty is to educate the women on how to entertain the men. I hope you understand?" Rose said, smiling sweetly as she looked at my face with her shining brown eyes.
I did not sign up to become a prostitute, but I gave a stiff nod. "Yes."
Turning to Derek, Rose smiled and said, "Do not worry. We will train her well. How many days of training does the boss want for her?"
Rose's eyes shifted to peer at my face.
"A week," Derek said, and Rose nodded.
"Deal."
Derek looked at me and said, "You will have to stay here with them."
"What? What about my clothes? What am I going to wear?" I asked Derek, rushing over to meet him.
Pausing at the entrance, Derek glanced at me. He was tall and exuded an air of superiority.
"You do not have to worry about that. They have clothes for you. Just focus on your training, all right?" Derek spoke to me softly, his eyes locking with mine.
Something in his look told me that I could trust him and not be scared.
"Okay," I replied, watching Derek leave.
I heard some of the young ladies in the lobby muttering, "I cannot believe that she is the same woman whom Mr. Henshaw bought last night for fifty million dollars. How can he spend such a huge amount on her? She is young, and I am more beautiful and fuller than her."
I turned to look at the two women in the lobby gossiping in shock. Once their gaze locked with mine, they narrowed their eyes at me and were jealous.
I wished I could tell them that I never wanted to be a part of their harem, to be bought or sold.
"Angela, right?" Rose's calm voice reached my ears, and I turned to her.
"Yes."
"Come with me," she said before turning away and leading me to the elevator.
Silently, I walked behind Rose, watching how she catwalked like a model.
As we entered the elevator, Rose turned to me and said, "You do not have to worry yourself about the ladies here. Oh, you already got a tattoo of Mr. Richard on your chest. I see he must really dote on you to brand you as his property."
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