Chapter 3 Three

Angel

"Huh?" I must have looked really dumb at that moment, but I couldn't help it. After all, it's not normal to hear something like that the first time you meet someone. "Sorry, I think I misheard you." We were about three meters apart, so maybe I really did misunderstand.

"What did you hear?" he asked, and I was too embarrassed to answer. What if I misheard, and he thinks I have a thing for him?

"Could you please repeat what you said?" I asked nervously. Better to ask than to look even more foolish because of a misunderstanding.

"I said, take off your clothes." He spoke softly but with emphasis, and I could sense the irritation in his voice. Maybe it was because he had to repeat himself.

"What?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why?"

"Because I want to see your body," he said as if it were nothing. I thought he might be a pervert. Just moments ago, I was captivated by his handsomeness, but now that feeling disappeared like a bubble bursting.

"Sir, I didn't come here to become an agogo dancer or a stripper."

"You're not a dancer nor a stripper," he said. "Because I'm going to make you my plaything."

"What?" I exclaimed in shock, so loudly that I almost screamed. "My aunt said I would be working here as a maid. She didn't say anything about becoming a... what?" I couldn't even say the word he used.

His lips pressed together tightly, and his jaw clenched. I knew he was angry at me, probably because of my response. But even if it came down to a struggle, I wouldn't agree to what he wanted. I was scared of him because I was afraid of dying, but that didn't mean I would let him do whatever he wanted.

"Did she tell you herself that you would be working as a maid? Is that exactly what she said?" he asked, holding back his anger. "Do you know how much your uncle owes me for me to accept you here as a maid?" My mouth fell open. I had no idea how much it was; all I knew was that they used me to pay off their debt, and I agreed because I didn't want my little brother to be in danger. "I want to get my worth from the five million they took from me, so take off your clothes. I want to see if you're worth that payment, along with your sibling."

"My sibling? What are you talking about? I'm here to keep my sibling out of harm's way."

"Well, it seems you don't know. Your sibling was part of the payment. Do you want to see him?" I didn't know what to say or do. I bowed my head in confusion. How did this happen? Looking at the man in front of me, it seemed both Angelo and I would end up stuck in the mud with no way out. "I'm running out of patience, woman."

I looked up quickly, knowing that they would flow endlessly if I didn't hold back my tears. "Or do you want me to undress you myself?"

I hugged myself tightly because of what he said. "Then I'll call your sibling to watch while my men take you."

"No, please, have mercy. I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say; just don't let my little brother see me in such a situation," I pleaded desperately.

"Then do it. Take off your clothes." As soon as he said that, my tears started to fall. I never imagined I'd end up in this kind of situation. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a man would see my body, except for my future husband.

Slowly, I lifted the hem of my t-shirt. I could barely move my hands and couldn't even look at the man. Partly out of fear and partly out of shame. "Look at me while you undress."

How could I do that? I couldn't move. I didn't want to do what he was asking, and I didn't want to look at him either. I kept my head down until I finally removed my t-shirt. I didn't hear him say anything but heard a phone ring.

"Boss," Mauro's voice echoed from the man's phone, which was on speaker.

"Bring Angelo-" he didn't finish his sentence because I suddenly looked at him and said,

"Please, don't! I'll do it, I'll follow."

"You heard her." He looked at me, and our eyes locked as he said that.

"Okay, boss." I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Mauro's response.

"Continue what you were doing," the man said as if it was nothing. If he had seemed like a god of Olympus earlier in my eyes, now he looked like Satan sitting on a throne.

As he instructed, I continued undressing while our eyes remained locked. Since I no longer wore a T-shirt, I moved on to my leggings. I still didn't know where I would find the strength to remove my bra and, finally, my panties.

But it had to be done. When my leggings were on the floor, I took a deep breath, reached behind me to unhook my bra, and took it off. My bra was a bit tight because it was old, so it was snug on me. When I finally removed it, my ample breasts bounced slightly.

I wondered why God blessed me with a well-endowed chest instead of money. If He had, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. I saw the man's jaw clench, which made me a little nervous as I feared he might suddenly grab my chest.

When it was time to remove my panties, I noticed him leaning back. Was he making himself comfortable because the main event was about to start? I ground my teeth and knew he saw it, but he didn't say anything; he just waited for my next move.

Because I had no choice, I removed my panties as well. I noticed his Adam's apple move slightly, but I paid it no mind. I remained standing in front of him, our eyes still locked.

Then, he suddenly straightened up from his reclined position. His crossed legs were now spread apart, and he said, "Come closer."

I didn't want to test his patience further because it might run out. So, even though I was trembling from the cold air conditioning, as well as from fear, anxiety, and shame, I did as he asked.

Now, I stood right in front of him, so close. Right between his legs, to be exact. He looked up at me while I looked down at him after he leaned back again.

"Turn around," he ordered, and I did as he said. Then I felt the tip of his finger brush against me. My skin tingled with goosebumps, a shiver running through me.

"Face me." And I did, our eyes locking once more as he reclined on the couch.

Then, a knock on the door made me glance towards it. What if someone suddenly walked in and saw me like this? Wait a minute, maybe they really did bring Angelo here. I quickly looked back at the man sitting down, who suddenly stood up before saying,

"Come in." I didn't know what to do or where to hide. I didn't want anyone else to see me like this. I heard the door open. And I immediately regretted not locking it earlier.

"Didn't I tell you to keep looking at me?" the man asked, so I looked up at him.

"Here, boss. The others are in your room," the man's voice said before the door closed again. I couldn't move from where I stood, but the man walked to the door before returning to me.

"Throw away those rags you took off and put this on." I was speechless at what he said before he walked over to his office table just across from the door and sat down in his office chair.

I continued staring at him while he wrote something, and then suddenly, he looked at me. "Don't tell me you'd rather be naked when we're together."

I flinched and seemed to snap out of my daze because of what he said. I quickly grabbed the paper bag he had placed on the chair earlier and dressed. But I remained standing where I was after finishing.

The dress was beautiful. It was knee-length, and compared to what I was wearing earlier, I felt like a college student.

"From now on, you'll do everything I tell you, understand?" he asked as he looked up at me again.

"Yes."

"When I say dance, you dance. When I say sing, you sing."

"Yes."

"When I say kiss me, you kiss me." I didn't respond right away, but because I had to follow,

"Y-Yes."

"Everything I say and order you to do, you will do if you don't want to make me angry, Angel." He knew my name and Angelo's, but I had no idea who he was.

"Yes." My response was robotic. Whatever happens later or tomorrow, so be it. What matters is now. He didn't do anything inappropriate to me.