I don't respond. I know not to anger him further.

"So tell me somethings about yourself Miss Royce that I'm really curious to know about. Where is your father? Why did your mother leave you? "

My eyes instantly widen and I look at him. He sits there relaxed with an impassive face.

I remain quiet. My eyes still the size of the saucers. Heart beating fast. Mind still trying to believe that this person can be so cruel to ask me these questions. I just stare at his face too numb to even move.

"Answer me, Daphne. "

"I don't know. " I replied vaguely tears brimming in the corner of my eyes remembering the infinite times I have asked myself the same question.

"You don't know who is your father or you don't know why did your mother leave you?"

"Both. "

"Oh, I see. At what age did---"

This time I cut him. Enough is enough. He has no right to ask me questions. He doesn't own me.

Or maybe he does.

Shut up!!

Sometimes I wonder why God graced us with a subconscious.

"How I became an orphan has nothing to do with your business. I asked you questions because you allowed me. If you didn't want to answer my so intriguing self you should have told me and I wouldn't have asked."

With my blood boiling, I stand from my seat to go towards the mini bar but just as I took two steps ahead I was pulled back by Mr. Salvis's iron grip on my left hand. The force applied was enough for my clumsy self to lose balance and I landed on Mr. Salvis's lap.

Bewildered I look in his eyes. His usual stormy grey eyes are now pitch black with unmasked anger. With his one hand holding my wrist in a tight grip behind my back and the other on my waist, he says, "Don't forget that you have signed your consent in the papers. You are my submissive and submissives don't cut their masters when they are speaking neither they raise their voice. "

He brings his face closer to my face and then whispers the next line, his warm breath tickling me "Be careful next time because next time I won't warn you but shut you up with my hard dick in your small mouth. "

He retreats back completely and removes his hold on my hand but his other hand slides down to my waist. It's then that I notice our closeness and it's then that I also notice my thighs that are clenched tight.

But its not just me who notices it, he notices it too and it's then that I see his signature smirk on his face.

His hands slide down my waist and lightly run up and down on my thighs creating goosebumps. " Are you aroused, Miss Daphne?" Not giving me a chance to say anything he lifts my one leg and put it on the other side of his waist so that I'm completely straddling him.

"Do I make you feel things? " he says and licks my collar bone which makes me moan and close my eyes. In the heat of the moment, I tilt my head to give him more access and keep my hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance.

"Tell me Daphne do you desire me? " he asks and cups my sex which makes me intake a sharp breath and open my eyes wide.

His grey eyes meet my blue ones and all feel is needed. Need for him. I nod as if under a trance.

He gently starts rubbing my sex over my tight jeans and speaks, " I want words, Daphne. "

"Y-Yes. " I somehow moan.

He opens the button my jeans and pushing my underwear aside softly traces my wet lips. " Yes what Daphne? "

I move my hips forward to create some type of friction. " Yes I desire you!" I speak in one breath when I finally feel the tip of his finger at my entrance.

"So sad but you aren't getting me anytime soon. " With that, he removes his finger from the inside of my jeans. Grabbing my ass he lifts me up and puts me on my seat. He stands and gets inside the room which is behind that door.

And just like that, I'm left alone, breathing heavily with my hair messed up, shocked and frustrated on my seat.

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I hear faint voices of two people talking. Half awake I just choose to lie and eavesdrop when I recognize one of the voices of a certain somebody who is better not mentioned.

" Wake her up and serve the lunch, it's already late. She has been sleeping for two hours now. Bring pancakes, cookies, and fruits. If she asks for something heavy tell her that it's not available, I don't want her vomiting, we still have two hours journey left. "

This bastard has the audacity to pretend like he cares even after what he did before.

"Should I add something to drink? "

"Bring milk and we don't have alcoholic drinks in the jet. Did you get it? "

"Yes, sir. "

Sir? That must have pleased him a lot.

I hear retreating footsteps and then the clicks of heel. "Ma'am? "

Wanna see my acting skills? Well ...

Pretending like I have woken up I stretch my arms above my head and yawn, that too in a very unattractive way. I rub my eyes with my knuckles and then look at her.

Clearing my throat I speak "Yes? " still pretending like I don't know why she is here.

"Should we serve you lunch? It's been long since you have eaten anything. We have already prepared blueberry pancakes."

Finally thinking about it I realize that I haven't eaten anything after we left the hotel. Already knowing that I won't get anything else to eat I just nod.

The air hostess sends a small smile my way that, to be honest, made her look so pretty and leaves to bring me food.

I look at my side and see a table arranged with plates and napkins for two people.

Oh no.

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