Raged

Chapter 07: Raged

*Williams' POV*

I was raged about what transpired between me and Melissa back in the darkroom.

"How dare her say that to me!" I lashed out when I got inside my room. I felt a little guilty when I saw how haggard and weak she looked, but now I felt nothing other than intense anger.

She was my property after all, and I had the right to do whatever I wanted with her.

"By the time I'm done with her, we'll see if that mouth of hers would still function properly," I said barging into the little living room in my bedroom. I instantly noticed how Mia quickly put off the screen light of her phone and tossed it away, before smiling sheepishly at me.

"Hey baby, you look upset," she said and walked up to meet me. She rubbed my chest seductively but all I needed at this moment was to be far from her. I slowly removed her hand that was on my chest and turned to go back to the bedroom but she followed me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why do you look so upset. Come here, let me help you feel better," she said, walking to meet me again. I felt like asking her the reason she quickly put away her phone when she saw me but I decided against it. I guess it was high time I found out what she was hiding instead. She had been acting sneaky since she came back.

I had a feeling she was seeing other men. It wasn't my business if she was having an affair with as many men as she wanted, but I wanted to find something I could use to discredit her from grandpa's book. He was forcing me to marry her inorder to strengthen societal ties, but that was the last thing I wanted in my life.

"Baby," she called seductively, drawing my attention back to her. "Look at this."

I turned to find her almost completely naked, except for her matching bra and panties. She bit her lips when I looked at her and she moved her fingers slowly until she touched her center from the linen material that covered it.

She was beautiful and sexy, that I couldn't deny. I found myself getting hard, she was a really good fuck, and I've fucked her uncountable times since the last four months when my grandpa pushed her to me. But that was all she was good at, fucking!

"Come here baby and get some," she said moving closer to me and pressing her boobs against my chest, before moving her hand to grab my hard member. She began to kiss me and I grabbed the back of her neck, delving deeper into her mouth. We kissed for some time before she began to undress me. When she was done, I tore the material that covered her breasts and woman part, before lifting her and her legs wrapped naturally around my waist.

I began to walk to the bathroom, I had planned to take my bath when I returned from the darkroom, as I had some things to take care of in the office. But now that Mia wanted to be fucked, I was going to fuck her, then bath and leave.

I got to the enormous, large bathroom and pinned her to the wall before I slammed into her with force.

"Ahh, baby!" She yelped, her eyes rolling back. I slammed into her again, this time harder and faster until she was a screaming mess. "Yes baby, fuck me. Ah...fuck me like I'm your bitch."

She kept shouting and spilling different nonsense from her mouth. Of course she was a bitch. A bitch that only knew how to fuck, and nothing else. I fucked her in different positions for some time, shutting my ears off at some point to quit hearing her screams. Her loud screams was another thing I hated about her whenever we were having sex.

We both finally came after some time and she fell limply on me, breathing wildly. I allowed her to recover her strength for some time before I slightly pushed her away and began to shower.

"That was a good one, baby. I can't wait for us to be married, so I could have you fuck me all night and day," she said weakly, before coming to rub my back against the water running on it. "Do you have to go to work today, I just returned. Can't we just stay home and...you know," she whispered in my ear and I shook my head.

"I have a lot to do in the office. Don't worry, I won't be staying there forever, I'd still come home at some point," I said, struggling to hide the irritation in my voice. I needed to find a way to push her off my life before I made the mistake of getting her pregnant.

"Alright baby. I could come visit you in the office you know. Help you relief some stress before going to see a friend," she said, before moving to have her bath as well.

"I don't think that's necessary. You know I would be very busy and might not have time for you. You could just go see your friends and catch up with them. I guess your family don't know know you're back right?" I quickly asked and she nodded.

"Maybe you could just stop by and say hello to them, they must be missing you," I suggested.

"Alright then, I'd do that after going to see Mera. She had been on my neck lately," she said laughing. I nodded and dried my body before leaving the bathroom.

I got into the bedroom and picked up my phone to text Thomas. He was one of my most trusted men.

'I need you to get some men to spy on Mia Smith. I need to know if she's hiding anything from me,' I typed and sent before proceeding to dress up.

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Mia opened the door for us to step out and my eyes landed on Melissa who appeared to have been standing there. She seemed to be panicking and afraid. I let my eyes travel her whole figure and that pinch of guilt returned again. Why was she looking this way? Did anything else happen to her, aside the punishment?

Mia pushed her out of the way and we passed, leaving her there. I felt the need to ask her what was wrong but decided against it. Why was I even letting myself feel affected by her? Maybe because she was in my house and under my protection.

She ran to us and without warning held my hand. I turned to her, looking furious, this girl really had some nerve, I hissed.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I just got a call that my father has been admitted to the hospital. Please let me go to him."

So her father was sick? Were they always sick and in the hospital? At first, it was her mother, which was why I had given her father a huge loan, now it was the father. I found myself wanting to ask about the mother but stopped myself. We left her and continued to walk down, but she ran to us again.

"My father needs me," she pleaded, desperation in her voice. "He's sick and I have to go to him. Please, I'll do anything."

I looked at her with a thinned look before telling her that she could go, surprising myself.

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I had my head buried in the pile of work in my desk when my attention was suddenly distracted by my door being pushed open. I lifted my head to see that it was no other person but my ever annoying cousin, Marcelo. He had a dirty grin on and I fought the urge to stand up and slap it off from his face.

"Our soon to be happily married man!" He shouted and I wondered what he was talking about. I decided to ignore him and concentrate on my work which was more important than entertaining him. "Lover boy! How're you," he said hitting me on my back and I shot him a hard glare.

"Marz, don't you have any work left to do in your office?" I asked him angrily, but he ignored and went to make himself comfortable in one of the sofas in my office.

Marcelo was a chef and owned the biggest and most exclusive kitchen in New York, yet he found the time to still come to my office which was a few hours drive from his, everyday to taunt me. I still wondered how he managed his time.

"You're always grumpy, you know that's a bad habit. You can't even pretend to be happy to see somebody," he whined.

"Why do I need to pretend when I could just be real?" I asked without looking at him. He was about to say something when my phone began to ring. I took it and saw that it was Thomas calling. Has he found something already?