Becky looked at James Miller from a distance, she took a deep breath and then walked over to him. She stood in the corner of the room, in front of her James Miller was sitting while enjoying his lunch which had been delayed because of her bad cooking. "Come here," he said, waving his hand for Becky to come closer to him. "Yes sir." "Sit down," said he, pointing to the chair in front of him. Without further questioning, she pulled out the chair and sat on it. "From now on you have to come with me wherever I go even to the office, you will always stick with me and serve my needs no matter what happens," he said flatly. Becky wanted to protest but a clever thought popped into her head. If she had to follow James wherever he went, that meant she could escape anytime when she had the chance! "Don't even think about running away because I will never let that happen, not before your father returns my painting to me," James Miller said without looking up at Becky who was quite surprised
"Aren't you a little too much? How could you do that to someone, I mean, she just lost her job when she might really need it," raved Beck after Debbie disappeared from their sight with tears in her eyes.James Miller stepped closer to her until they were only about six inches apart."You have no right to judge me, now come with me, I will choose clothes for you..." he said coldly.With a gloomy face, she followed James Miller who was staring at the rows of white clothes hanging neatly and elegantly in front of him."Try all of these, and show me one by one, I'll be waiting here," he said flatly."All of them? One by one? But twenty clothes are hanging in there! Can't I just try on a few?" Becky protested with a tired face."Rebecca Becket, don't cross the line?" hissed James Miller, his piercing eyes staring at her for a long time. Having no choice, she finally picked up the white long-sleeved midi dress and took it to the fitting room.She took off her clothes one by one with a gloom
"I'll take them all," said James Miller quickly walking out of the room leaving Becky a few meters behind him.Becky corrected her slightly messy hair, she looked up because she felt someone was watching her. Her guess was right, Timothy was staring at her with a piercing gaze as if he knew what she had just done with James Miller in the dressing room.She cleared her throat slowly, ignoring Timothy's gaze. She walked briskly towards the door, but Timothy caught up with her. "Did something happen inside?" he asked looking straight ahead, he knew James Miller was watching them from inside the car."What do you mean?" hissed Becky, her face red with embarrassment. "You know exactly what I mean," he said sarcastically and then walked quickly past Becky who was looking at him nervously.With an uneasy feeling, she got into the car and sat next to James Miller who kept staring ahead and not looking at her at all. She turned her head away, regretting what she had done earlier. She knew she
Becky didn't dare to ask James Miller anything and chose to keep her mouth shut all the way to his private hangar, meanwhile, next to her, James Miller looked busy with his cell phone, he didn't even look at her and that made her confused. Did she make a mistake that made him angry?'Gosh, Becky why do you care?!'She shook her head, pushing that ridiculous feeling away.In the midst of the silence, suddenly James' cell phone rang loudly."James Miller," he greeted the caller coldly."Fuck it! I don't care, tell Antonov I'll pay double for my painting! And watch Beckett, I know he's trying to play with me again!" he snapped and ended the call in a huff.Becky swallowed hard, her heart racing in panic. Did James Miller just mention her father? What was her father up to? And where's he?She glanced at James Miller and was about to open her mouth when she saw Timothy shaking his head at her through the rearview mirror, signaling her not to say anything.Becky struggled to keep herself fr
"Do you want to be free?" asked James Miller, one of his eyebrows rising. Becky almost choked her saliva, "What did you say? Of course, I want! I knew it! You're going to release me, aren't you?!" she covered her mouth with both of her hands, too excited. James Miller snorted, "There's no such a free lunch, you know that right?" hissed him cynically. "What do you mean?" she frowned in curiosity. "Read this," said James Miller, he put a bundle of documents on Becky's lap. "What is this? Is this a Contract renewal?" she muttered, her hands busy opening the envelope and taking out the documents from inside it. Just by reading the first page, she started to feel strange, "I don't understand..." "I will explain briefly if you agree to the offer voluntarily, then I will release you after three years and even compensate you, I know you have two younger siblings waiting for you in your house," he said casually. Becky shook her head "I still don't understand, do you want me to be your se
James Miller's private plane landed at JFK airport smoothly. Rebecca Becket straightened her back, staring out with a grim face. She was in her hometown, not to go home but to say goodbye. She turned and found James Miller was no longer in his seat."Hey, you don't want to come down?" asked Timothy who suddenly appeared. Becky gasped, she quickly got to her feet and followed Timothy out of the plane. From a few meters away she saw James Miller walking fast while talking to someone on his cell phone."Tim, I'm really going to meet my siblings, right?" she asked hopefully. Timothy snorted, "Didn't you make a pact with Mr. Miller? I think you know better than I do," he retorted.Becky sighed,"Come on, are you going to judge me now?"Timothy didn't respond, he walked quickly ahead of her because James Miller was watching them from a distance.Becky took a deep breath, she walked quickly because James Miller was still watching her."Give me your hand," said him as she approached."What?"
There was no conversation whatsoever as the two of them enjoyed their dinner and wine. Becky often secretly cast a glance at James Miller, wondering what he would do to her. she wanted to ask, but she knew, even if she insisted him to open his mouth, he wouldn't tell her anything.Thirty minutes later, plates were empty, James held his wine glass high while raising an eyebrow at Becky telling her to do the same.Becky nervously raised her wine glass, her eyes staring back at James bravely. Wasn't there nothing more to be afraid of? She had agreed to become his slave, all she needed to do was live everything with a big heart and acceptance. If it weren't for her father's life that was being threatened by her master, she would have chosen to run away from the start. But now a weird thing happened to her, her body demanded his touch so badly that she felt like she has lost her mind.Everything would be easier if there weren't whips, handcuffs, duct tape, and other weird tools that scare
Becky opened her eyes slowly, adjusting her eyes to the light. Her gaze swept across the room, the unfamiliar hotel room, then suddenly she remembered what she had done with James Miller last night. She hurriedly straightened her back, lifted the blanket that covered her naked body, and a bloodstain on the sheet made her glare in surprise.She jumped to her feet in a panic, she thought she was hurt or something, but she remembered that last night she had just given her virginity to her master. She rushed to pick up her clothes and put them on quickly, she walked out of the room looking for James but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Feeling thirsty she crept open the refrigerator, took a bottle of San Pellegrino, and took a quick gulp till it was empty."Hurry! Clean yourself up, your fun time is over," suddenly a voice startled her making her almost choke on the water she was drinking."Mr. Miller," she said, wiping the water off her lips. Not far from her, James Miller looked handsom