(Authors' note: This short chapter has serious trigger warning and vulgar language; scroll down to the end of the chapter to get the synopsis.)

It felt like my eyes would pop out from their sockets the moment I saw Kay dancing erratically on the club floor. 

Every man in there lowered their gazes to witness all the vulgar moves she was making on the innocent poor man who was looking everywhere else to avoid attention. Kay was drunk as hell, and surely, Nina and Julia were drunk as well. Julia was barfing on the floor, and Nina held Julia's head to stop her from tripping on her own vomit.

The sight of them made me lose my composure, and it pissed me off so much that I wanted to punch both Julia and Marco in the faces. Marco, for not having this situation under control, and Julia, who always manages to cross her boundaries. They had one job—one job—to take care of Kay, and they failed successfully.

I felt like a zombie walking to the place where Kay was dancing. The strands of the back of her dress were open, and it seemed like the front part was hanging on a thread; it could fall off her chest at any time. All of her hair was wet and messy. She was making the most vulgar, obscene, and foul moves on that man possible. I walked a bit closer to them and heard her speaking erratically to the man she was harassing, cupping his dreadful face as if she were about to kiss him.

"Rhys fucking Volkner, why don't you touch me? I'd want you to fuck the shit out of me!!"  

This made me stop walking on my track.

That man became paler and paler, yelling with fear as if he were on the battleground, surrounded by enemies.

'Pardonnez-moi, Madame, je ne suis pas Rhys Volkner.' His hands were outstretched to avoid touching her.

My anger turned to water within the blink of an eye after hearing the whole thing. I wanted to burst out laughing at this. That blonde French guy had no physical similarities with me, yet Kay managed to think it was me.

I controlled all of my emotions and held her by her back to lift her up from this guy's lap.

It turned out he was one of John's subordinates. He was trembling for his life after seeing me walk towards them. His innocent face made me chuckle. But,

Control, Rhys, control...

Kay looked at her perpetrator after removing her wet hair from her beautiful face and smiled the most heavenly, drunken smile possible.

'Here's a Rhys...' indicating that guy; 'Here is another Rhys...' indicating me. Then she laughed the most erratic laugh possible. It was getting hard for me not to laugh out loud at this fantastic soap opera.

'Let's go home.' I managed to speak, controlling my absurd guffaw.

"No, I want two of you... I never tried double penetration." 

Kay playfully babbled in her boozy tone. I felt my ears turn red and hot, and a warmth spread through me, realizing I turned red at the sound of her words. As my securities were everywhere, I had never been this embarrassed by such a situation. Carefully, I fixed her dress, covered her with my jacket, and attempted to help her stand. However, she was too tipsy to manage on her own. In the bar, Marco efficiently ensured that only our people remained, so there were no worries that rumors of such an incident would go out of control.

As Kay stumbled, I instinctively caught her. Without a second thought, I lifted her into my arms to carry her outside.

"Get Out." I instructed my driver to step away from the car; I wanted to drive Kay myself, ensuring her privacy. 

I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else embarrassing her. If rumors spread, it would only invite unnecessary gossip. Kay groaned in her drunken state, seated behind me in the passenger seat.

"Is it too big?" Kay asked, her voice carrying a playful tone.

Perhaps... too big for you. I silently hoped she could handle it like my good girl.

"Kay, hush," I managed to say, pushing aside my desires and focusing on getting her home.

"How big is it?" Kay giggled from the back. I couldn't help but smile, looking back at the rear mirror. Had she never tried to imagine my size? It struck me—was she different from me? Was she too innocent? I often wondered what her body might look like. She never reciprocated the same thought?

Despite enjoying Kay's drunken attempts to tease me, my mind juggled three thoughts simultaneously. One, Eduardo's scheme to enter our business; two, his potential involvement in the stalking Kay endured during my research; and three, the unsettling idea that someone close to our businesses was collaborating with Eduardo. Who could it be?

Kay continued to groan and mumble nonsense from the back, mixed with some gagging noises. She might be on the verge of a vomit attack, like last time. Nina and Julia had one job, just one, and I couldn't fathom why it proved so challenging for them to execute properly.

Opting for the back gate of the chateau, I bypassed the front, where guests might linger. I had missed the birthday celebration and the dinner; questions might arise about my absence.

I hoped Marco could handle the aftermath gracefully.

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I carefully carried Kay back to the chateau, our steps hushed in the quiet corridors. The suite welcomed us with a soothing ambiance. A team of attentive doctors awaited, their concern palpable. After checking her breath for alcohol levels, they recommended a simple remedy of time and rest. Suggesting water and a good night's sleep, they reassured me that if she needed to expel the alcohol from her system, it was perfectly normal. The butlers were tasked with providing Kay with some nourishing, complex carbs.

Kay continued to murmur incoherent chants, and I attempted to help her into a pullover. Her dress was already loose, allowing her comfort to change when she awoke, but her body felt cold.

However, Madam Kay had different ideas; she tried to touch my pants, exactly where she shouldn't have touched them.

I felt a surge of desire, heavy and intense, pressing down on me like a ton, yet I resisted, stepping back and gently holding both of her hands, keeping them from reaching me. "Enough," I whispered to her and to myself. I was reminding myself of the boundaries set last Sunday and the decisions made in the past few days. I had no intention of risking our relationship any further; I vowed never to overstep without her explicit consent.

But despite my resolve, she reached out and touched me, her actions speaking volumes. She knew, and I knew, that I was willing and able to fulfill her desires.

My ears burned a warm shade of red.

"Oh-ho!" Kay grinned mischievously, her tipsy eyes clouded with haziness. She playfully attempted to free her hands from my grip.

"No!" I warned her, my voice firm, though every fiber of my being seemed to beg me to accept her invitation. A dull ache began to pulse in my head, creating a painful ache.

"Please, Rhys, at least let me suck it!" She pleaded for it with her doe eyes, her breath heavy with the scent of tequila. My mind went blank, and I teetered on the edge of giving in.

"No," I protested weakly. My voice shook, and the ache in my core intensified. I felt a slight tremor in my hands; my manhood was now hurting like never before.

"Please, I am very good at this, you'll love it." She begged me again. I looked at her trembling lips, imagining what it would feel like to put it in her mouth. My fingers wanted to touch her tongue so badly to feel her warmth. 

What if I give in?

"Kay, no!" I started to laugh nervously at her invitation, not knowing how else I should react. I was embarrassed beyond my comprehension.

"Please, Rhys, let me do it. I am an expert la professionale. I have been doing this since I was eight."

Since I was eight...

Since I was eight.....

Since Kay was eight?

Her words echoed in my brain a billion times.

Kay has given bl*wjobs since she was eight?? 

Everything around me blurred into darkness. I realized my grip had loosened, and Kay attempted once more to reach for my pants.

Did I hear her correctly?

"What did you just say?" I asked, my hands trembling as I cupped her beautiful, innocent face. My touch felt cold and distant as I struggled to comprehend her words.

"What? That I am good at sucking cocks?" Kay erratically answered.

"No..no no no.... Since you were what?" I asked her again.  

Kay's hand withdrew from my body, and I sensed a shift in her expression. It softened, her nearly reddened eyes welling up with tears. She looked into both of my eyes with all the love in the world and calmly confessed,

"Since I was eight."

The ground seemed to crumble beneath my feet, and my surroundings faded into silence and darkness. It felt as though Kay and I were trapped in a void for eternity.

God knows how long we remained locked in that silent gaze. When I finally snapped back to reality, my tear-streaked cheeks felt frozen. Kay's eyes, once filled with love, now appeared distant and emotionless.

"How long?" I asked my baby—the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, the sweetest, funniest, and prettiest little human I have ever known—who had endured unimaginable pain.

"Until... I was 16,she replied with a tired, childlike voice. It felt as if a little 8-year-old Kaya, emerging from the depths of hellfire within her heart, was speaking to me.

Kaya slowly closed her eyes, tears cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall. I could hear the cracks forming in my heart—one crack, two cracks...

I wanted to press her face closer to my heart, a place where I could absorb all her pain and bury it alongside mine. And I had no idea such pain could exist on earth. I thought my own suffering was unbearable until I witnessed the pain of the woman I loved without reservation.

"Who?" I whispered, and my throat choked with pain, leaving me almost voiceless. Kay tilted her head down, her body losing its composure. I gently sat her down on the bed and kneeled before her.

Kay struggled to sit properly; she fell back onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed by her side, I cupped her face in my hands and wiped away her tears.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, my anger building up. Uncontrollable rage simmered within me.

Kay laughed maniacally, a sound that would haunt my dreams forever. 

"How many names should I tell you?" 

She spoke with a voice that sent shivers down my spine. The term was plural, and her voice suddenly turned devilish. My brain went numb, overwhelmed by the surge of conflicting emotions.

Kay slowly opened her eyes again; the whites were red, and the deep brown irises had taken on a reddish hue. For a moment, it felt like the person lying before me was not my Kay. 

"Thanks to my family...." Kay spoke in that devilish voice and smiled, smiled, and showed all of her teeth like one of the princess of hell itself. My body shivered involuntarily at the sight. Kay closed her eyes again.

"You might think...they are the worst family to have, the worst dad to have... though, he made a lot of moolah by me getting ra*ped by his friends....but I'm worse than them. The worst human ever existed......" She again mumbled in her childish tone, as if she had never shapeshifted into a demon a few minutes ago. 

I felt a sudden surge of fear in my heart. It was overwhelmed by anger, rage, and sadness a few moments ago. I was speechless for a moment.

But I could not control myself anymore.

All the tears that clogged my throat came crashing down on me. I could not control it anymore.

The tears came like howling like a wolf on a lonely night.

I haven't cried like this since....since I was eight.

God knows when I buried Kay's face in my arms, but I hugged her and pressed her head against my heart as if I had the power to save my little angel from getting hurt by those monsters, as if I had the power to shield her from getting abused like that.

I hugged her so tight that drunk Kay started to groan in my embrace. I loosened my hug to see her innocent face once again.

Her neck, her shoulders were wet with my own tears. I tried to wipe them off of her, but I could not. I could not. God knows how badly she was hurt. That's why all the dots did not connect when John informed me that Kay never had boyfriends nor dated anyone in her life....that was why she trembled every time someone tried to touch her; she hates when anyone touches her.

Did she hate it when I touched her?

Did she despise my hugs and kisses? 

She never resisted my touches—was it because she loved me, or was she simply too polite to protest? Or was she just sexually attracted to me?

Why the fuck did I tell her that night that she was behaving as if I tried to rape her or something?

Why?

Why did I become the darkest shadow she'd ever known?

I was meant to be her sanctuary, the safest human on earth.

Why did I let arrogance and stupidity guide my actions? How did I hurt her, instill fear in someone I claimed to love?

These thoughts, like a relentless storm, pummel me into agony. The high thoughts I held about myself crumbled like a cascade of falling stars. I found myself drowning in self-loathing—a depth of disdain I had never fathomed. How could I unleash such torment on the person I declared my love to?

My anguished howls reverberate in the walls of Kay's suite, as if my soul is losing itself in the void, engulfed by the darkness I dread the most.

"I thought Julia had told you." Kay's tired, drunk voice cut through the agony, her hauntingly beautiful eyes meeting mine. I realized I had gently laid her down on the bed at some point.

And then, the realization struck.

Kay shared all this with Julia? Julia knew about this?

The bitter taste of betrayal creeps in.

Why did not Julia inform me of all these? Why did she hide all this information from me?

(Synopsis- Kay told Rhys about her childhood abuses while she was drunk; it gave Rhys emotional trauma.)