Sold to the mafia boss

The four walls of the mansion were now becoming suffocating to live within. As the days passed, I was starting to feel empty inside. I had a feeling like I was almost being used. After the sex we had in his bedroom, the only time Logan touched me was after the gallery. He’d walked into my room the next night and gifted me a stunning diamond necklace that he’d gotten custom-made just for me. I didn’t really care about the gift as much as his emotions if he’d just told me I meant something to him. Logan whispered sweet things into my ear but it felt almost rehearsed.

He was sitting on my bed, touching the hem of my dress and his fingers raking up my thigh. Logan had given me something expensive; of course, he’d expect me to give him what he wanted, and that’s what mistresses do, right?

I automatically spread my legs, feeling obligated to do my duty to him. He kissed me tenderly, pouring every emotion into that kiss, making me think that he was actually in love with me. I knew he wasn’t. To Logan, I was just someone he got for free, fed, and sheltered; someone who was supposed to warm his bed.

And what did that make me?

A shameless slut.

My Inner thoughts about myself were right afterall. Women like me couldn’t be anything more than a keep for someone with such a high social status. That’s exactly what I was. When I woke up in the morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. Who was this woman who was letting a man use her body just so she could get a good life? The good life didn’t matter, I realized. It was my heart that was playing tricks. Every time he was around saying nice things to me, taking me out for dinner my resolve of staying strong melted and all I saw was a bit of an unusual man who may fall in love with me if he gave this relationship a chance, and I wanted that so bad.

And so I let it happen.

Logan had ravished my body with his expert hands and mouth, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. The empty look on his face, that’s what bothered me and his inability to show me his emotions. It wasn’t love making by a long shot; it was downright ‘fucking’. I could tell the difference between the two. While I loved him, he didn’t. It was just as simple. When we were both breathing hard and spent, instead of kissing my forehead or cuddling with me, he would do his fly, run his fingers through his hair and walk out of the bedroom as if it were a transaction. A luxurious life in exchange of sex. In exchange for my nearest freedom.

It sickened me what I’d become, and it wasn’t even for the freedom. It was just for the man I thought would love me back.

Just a little. *** I decided to put an end to it. I wanted to stop feeling so used and for that, I needed to get away from this mansion. As if faith could read my mind, an opportunity arose in the disguise of a business party. Logan’s supposed best friend, Nigel, was throwing a grand party at his house and Logan had asked me to be his companion for the evening. It was an opportunity I would never pass.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Dressed in a long, beautiful evening gown, I descended the stairs. The dress was beige in color, studded with tiny golden flowers all over. The shoulders were strapless and the neck was a little deeper than what I’d usually wear, but it was feminine and sexy. I liked it right off the bat. I’d found a matching pair of glimmering, high heels and a clutch bag.

Logan was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs dressed in a navy tux, his dark hair ruffled back. He looked like a movie star. Logan always wore the best outfits; everything that was in fashion and never was an outfit repeated twice. He took his appearance very seriously. As he watched me walk towards him, his gaze raked from top to bottom. His eyes shone with something that I wasn’t yet familiar with.

Was it lust?

” Well? ” I asked.

I gasped as he pulled me tightly into his arms. His hands that were on my waist dropped to my hips and he gave it a squeeze. His lips connected to my jaw as he trailed lazy kisses down my throat. ” You look nothing less than the rarest of gems, ” he whispered. ” ” I could eat you right here. ”

” Hmmm… ” I whimpered.

Just a few nice words from him and I was a puddle on the floor.

” Now, go back to your room and change into another dress; something that’s not too revealing and doesn’t stick to you like a second skin. ” He kissed my cheek, smiling.

I was puzzled. ” I thought you liked the dress. ”

” I do, Layla, but I won’t appreciate other men looking at you and thinking of you in their bed, and that dress makes you look like a meal.” He indicated towards the dress. ” Go on now. Wear something else that’s appropriate. And then, when we get home, you can change into this one just for me. ”

I bit my lips again, stopping myself from saying something that would upset him. I scurried upstairs towards my room and threw open the wardrobe. I picked out a less revealing dress this time which was a long satin pink gown; plain but elegant and had a lovely butterfly brooch jewel. I loved the previous dress more but knew Logan didn’t approve of me wearing it in public. Logan had a possessive streak. I just didn’t know how far it went until now.