Chapter 3 I'm Eighteen!

Eva’s POV

He stared at me with piercing brows, “Do you want to walk outside with me?”

“H-huh?” I stuttered again, and he clutched my hand, but I got so anxious that I flinched and pulled away from him. I’m really nervous when someone wants to hold my hand, especially when it is a man. "What is wrong with you, Eva? Are you alright?" His anxious tone causes me to shiver.

"I'm alright, it's just… I'm nervous!" I respond to his question quickly, and he attempts to approach me, leveling his face with mine. "Are you sure?"

I bit my lower lip and endeavored not to fixate on his face or catch his mesmerizing look. "I-I'm fine…."

Men had attempted to deceive me in the past. Just like when my uncle tried to molest me, but luckily, I saved myself from being raped by him. Then, my stepfather wanted to make me his mistress, but my mother didn't have a choice. However, as I stared at the man in front of me, I wondered what my life would be like if he hadn't arrived that night. Living with my stepfather, who will molest me on a daily basis, will be a living misery, I'm sure.

I know he doesn't know about my past, but I'm thankful that he took me away from that terrible hell hole of my life.

I was oblivious that I was crying in front of him, so I only felt his hand on my cheeks as he attempted to wipe away my tears. Slowly, he asked, "Why are you crying?" I've always heard his voice as authoritative and commanding, but hearing his concerns now makes me want to cry even more. I sobbed while attempting to stop my tears from flowing uncontrollably.

"I…I have no idea, and I'm sorry. If I cry like this in front of you, my tears should not affect you!”

He shook his head and gave me a tissue. "Well, I have something to give you," he replied before asking the maid to hand the shopping bag to me. "I've noticed that you don't have enough clothes, so I've asked my secretary to purchase your clothes and other necessities, such as a phone. so that I may contact you wherever you go," As I open the shopping bag, I bite my bottom lip and am hesitant to accept this expensive merchandise. I didn't know what to say, so I said, "I'm willing to work in this mansion if you want; I feel useless when you provide me with everything. I am aware that my stepfather used me to pay off all of his debts to you, so please do not treat me as—"

"Like what?" He raised an eyebrow while observing me intently. "Like...a useless woman, I must also do something. like to serve you on something? Because I can't take this all for free….but I’m—I’m so grateful!" I said while staring at the expensive phone.

He took the phone, and he was on it. He put on a sim card and said, "Don't worry, I will let you know if I want you to do something for me…."

My body shivered after he said that and left me in the living room with all these things. I took the shopping bags and went upstairs.

Well, this is the first time I've ever owned a phone; before, I had to borrow phones from classmates or go to a computer shop to carry out research because my grandmother could not afford to give me these luxuries, but I still love my grandmother, and I miss her so much!

Tonight there is dinner, and I need to look good, so I'm going to wear this adorable red dress. I place it above the bed first. First, I take a shower, and then I brush my wet hair. When the door opened, I bit my bottom lip as I saw the man who was always in my thoughts enter the room. I have never addressed him by his first name; I always formally address him, "S-Sir?"

“Well, remember what you said a while ago?” He said and closed the door. I tightened my wet towel on my naked body while staring at him. My lips trembled as he locked the door two times just to make sure that no one could disturb us tonight.

“Well, this is what I want you to do tonight, do something to make me happy.”

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me right?”

I don’t know what to do, I’m stuck with my own thoughts. I’m sweating uncontrollably even though I just finished my bath a few minutes ago. I rolled my finger over my head and said, “What…what do you want?”

“You, I want you…” he said and took off his necktie and unbuttoned his long sleeves.

I raised my hand and said, “W-what are you doing? This is not what I mean—” He stopped what he was doing and took a step closer to grab my waist, kiss my lips, and touch my breast. I tried to slap his face and push him while I was crying. I felt disgusted with myself.

I thought he was different from any man I encountered. Well, they are all the same!

He pushed me into the bed and I’m still sobbing, “No!”

“Take off your towel…” I swallowed as he demanded and used an authoritative tone that made my bones quake with fear. I never wanted to return to my stepfather's house or see my mother, who practically gave up on me.

I shook my head and said, “I’m scared…”

He frowned and asked, “How old are you?”

"Eighteen…" I remarked and attempted to get from my bed, despite the fact that my knees were currently shaking.

"You're eighteen?!" he said while gazing at my body and taking a deep inhale. "However, you have the body of a twenty-five-year-old goddess..." I bit the inside of my lower lip and asked, "W-what are you going to do with me?" "F*ck!" He yelled violently and unlocked the door, leaving me in my room alone.