"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
That afternoon James Miller took Becky to a well-known boutique and bought her a nice dress for her to wear.“Where are we going, Mr. Miller?" asked Becky after they got back in the car."To a party, listen, don't talk to anyone without my permission, if someone asks you a question, answer as briefly as possible," said James Miller dryly.Becky just nodded faintly then turned her face to the window, thinking about her siblings. It seemed they didn't need her presence anymore, with all the facilities James Miller had given them she shouldn't have to worry about anything."Is there any news about my father, Mr. Miller?” she asked quietly.James Miller was silent for a while before replying, "Don't put your hopes on him anymore, he's left you guys already, now focus on your job,!" he said coldly."Job? What kind of job do you mean, Mr. Miller?""To do everything that comes out of my mouth," answered James Miller nonchalantly.Becky sighed then turned her face away,"Will things be harder
Becky took her hand off Harvey, her eyes darted around the room, and were so embarrassed that everyone was staring at her with pity and the most conspicuous of all was Mrs. Johnson. She seemed busy whispering with several people around her while pointing at her.She didn't know what kind of power possessed her until he suddenly dared to push Helena Renner away from James Miller and made her fall on the floor."Shame on you!" she hissed in annoyance. She did that not out of jealousy, but because she felt humiliated by the gazes of those who pitied her.Helena Renner snorted, she got up with the help of her bodyguard and walked closer to Becky."You're not even on the list of the invitee, I never saw you among us, who are you? A prostitute who happened to meet The Great James Miller?"Suddenly Becky felt someone pulling her hand, she turned her head and found James Miller staring at Helena with a cold and sharp gaze."Let's get out of here," he said right in Becky's ear.Without waiting
Becky held her breath as her entire body was almost completely covered in Sashimi and Sushi, she didn't know what James would do to her, but it didn't look as bad as she thought. She observed her master who looked handsome in his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, if they were met differently, maybe she would fall in love with him. After all, with all his cold demeanor, it seemed impossible that he would ever fall in love with her."Are you ready?" asked James as he took his chopsticks out of their holder, looking down at Becky's tense face."What are you going to do to me, Mr. Miller?" she asked almost in a whisper.James smirked, "Nothing! I'm just going to have dinner, if you're hungry and you want to eat right away, just do your job right," he mumbled dryly."What do I have to do?" she asked trying not to exhale too hard because she was afraid he would drop Sashimi on her stomach."You just need to lie down quietly, don't react no matter what I do to you," he re
The next morning,she opened her eyes slowly to smell the familiar after-shave scent in her nose, she almost yelped loudly when she found James Miller hunched over her.“Had a good sleep last night Ms. Beckett?” he asked as he studied Becky's face which looked naturally beautiful even when she had just woken up from a long sleep.Becky gulped, “Yes, Mr. Miller," she answered almost in a whisper."Get up, we're going back to LA," he said, straightening himself."Now?" asked Becky in surprise, as she got up from the sofa she was even more surprised that she had accidentally dropped a large blanket. Did James Miller cover her with a blanket last night?"Yeah, we'll be heading to the airport in thirty minutes," said James Miller nonchalantly. Becky took a deep breath, couldn't he have woken her up earlier?"Are you wondering why I didn't wake you earlier?" muttered James as if he could read her mind.Becky was completely shocked, she gulped as if she had been caught doing something wrong.