YN'S POV:-

By lunch time, I still haven't seen Jungkook.

When I woke up earlier, like around six thirty in the morning I felt his side of the bed empty. And since then I haven't had a whiff of his perfume.

As I'd he had disappeared like a ghost.

In the kitchen, I am being served lunch on a plate that I eat alone.

One of the maids is making another plate of lunch and is covering it.

Who is for? I ask mentally and as it's none of my business asking who the food is for, I keep silent and pour the food in my mouth.

The chicken is delicious and so is the salad and wild rice. I have had a love for wild rice since I was twelve but it was one of the expensive dishes, for me to have been the maid's daughter.

And now the taste of rice seems almost alien to my buds.

"Melanie!" Comes the voice of a panicked elderly woman. She's wearing a white apron and a scar around her head. "Is that the Don's lunch? Why is not in his study yet?" She scolds the young girl who was preparing Don's lunch.

Melanie stands with her head down.

"Well...don't just stand there, silly girl. Take it to him." She says like shooting her.

"I'll take it." I pipe out. Suddenly seeing the Don seems very welcoming to me since I haven't seen him the whole day. It's like bubbles that had been building inside my stomach all day are now free and are roaming freely around my whole body.

"Well, go on then, sweet girl." The elder woman ushers me.

I pick up the tray that holds the plate of food and walk up to his study.

I am all giddy on the inside and bubbly. Today I was wearing a cotton dress from the closet that he got me and I have this weird instinct to let him give me his opinion. It's crazy but then again my head has always been a little crazy.

With a push of my left foot, and a slight smile on my face, color on my cheeks, I open the door to the Don's study.

My face falls, and the color from my cheek vanishes when I see the scene unfold before my eyes. There sits the girl, who was in the safe room that day. Cara.

She was sprawled on his lap. Half naked. Her shirt was off, revealing her red lacy bra. The button on her jeans was undone.

The Don had discarded his shirt and she was running her deep red painted nails along his toned chest.

Yikes!

"I've always wanted this, Don." She said in a sluttery voice.

The Don didn't answer. He emerged on his computer screen.

"Oh look who's here." She gave out a fake smile. "Yn."

The Don's gaze shot up and met my eyes. Cara clung more closer to the Don's body and gave away a small moan of relief.

Yucky!

"Neonata?" He questions. His eyes flicker to my hands holding his tray.

Cara rolls her eyes as she rubs his chest, as if claiming him as her.

Keeping myself steady on my feet with a smile I walk inside and put the tray on his desk. "I brought lunch." I say too sweetly before turning to leave.

"Oh, Yn, wait." Cara calls me from behind. "Can you bring me my lunch too? It'd be so helpful. I am way too tired to climb down the stairs"

"Sure." I answer by faking sweetness.

Keeping my eyes dry and self composed, I walk down to the kitchen and make another plate of lunch and walk up with the plate to the Don's study.

Cara isn't there anymore. The Don has shrugged on his shirt and is typing on his keyboard.

Well...trouble for no reason.

I keep the plate on the desk, with a clank and turn to leave.

"Baby girl." His voice halts me.

What is with people calling me from behind?

"Look at me." He orders.

"I need to take a nap." I reply, pointing out my urgency to leave the room.

I don't need a nap. I need a place to hide my face and my wounded self-worth.

"Look at me."

Reluctantly I turned to him.

His olive eyes tested me to defy him.

His eyes are serious and honest. "Did you eat?"

"Yes." It comes out rudely but Don ignores my tone.

"Come here." He extends his hand for me to take it. Part of me is tempted to take his hand, to crawl to his lap and take my place. But the bitchy part of me refuses.

The practical part of me wins. I stand before him, testing how far will his patience go if I refuse and I know he wears his patience thin.

Looking at him, I roll my eyes and leave without another word. I remember to close the door behind me.

Nice act he pulled not recognizing Cara that night in the safe room. My inner girl snorts.

And for one real reason I agree with her.

I don't know how long I keep my face pressed on the pillow. Not crying or mourning.

I was anything but sad. I was furious. I was furious with myself. I was furious at how I forgot my mother's teaching in about just two days of events.

They might not even mean anything.

The Dons, they need toys. They need toys to satisfy their needs, unlike normal men. They need a different girl every other night to keep the spark of youth alive in them, and just like that I fell into his charms.

I for once thought I meant something different. But the reality was I meant nothing. It was just a one time fling.

"Miss Yn?"

I sit up on the bed and recognize the maid from the staircase earlier.

"Yes?" I ask politely.

"Don DeJeon has asked for your presence. He emphasized that you should be dressed." She says. "Shall I take out clothes for you to wear, while you take a shower."

"Tell the Don, I do not wish to be in his presence." I say as I walk up to the open balcony.

"He said, if you say no, Donate is to put you at gunpoint."

"I don't care."

"Miss please." Panic is evident in her voice.

They seem to be very very angry right now, huh?

You better not, put yourself in trouble, Yn. My inner girl scolds me.

Whatever. If he can behave as he feels like, I can too. I am not his slave. He doesn't own me. I spat at her.

He's angry. She reasons. I roll my eyes.

"I'll go. Give me a minute." Rubbing my eyes I walk into the bathroom, splash water on my face and wipe it with a towel.

Outside I see the girl putting out an elegant dress for me.

"I'm not wearing that." I state as I slip on my flip-flops.

"The Don..." She pauses and dismisses the thought.

Alright.

He told you to be dressed. My inner girl hisses.

I am dressed. I reason with her.

Yes, but you're wearing his button down and no bra and no panties. She points out.

Well...

"What's your name?" I ask the girl while walking.

"Sarah." She says softly.

"How long have you been here?"

"Three years I guess..."

"Do you like it here?"

"It's okay but there's no..."

"Freedom. Trust me, I know." And that's when in her I see a gleam of recognition and humbleness.

"We're here." She opens the brown heavy wooden door.

"Okay. Thanks." I quip as I walk inside.

It's a smoke room, with a half-circular bar. The room is decorated with deep red wallpaper and couches and sofa thrown here and there randomly.

The smell of smoke lingers heavily in the air.

"I thought I told you to get dressed." I hear him before I see him and feel him even long before I hear his rough voice.

He's been smoking.

I turn to look at him.

Shit! I am so dead.

Damn right you are. My inner girl is crawling under the bed, to save herself.

Little bitch doesn't know, it won't make any difference.

We're both screwed.

Several men were standing behind the Don.

Some of them were in conversation and some were looking at the situation I had created.

There I was, wearing a black button down shirt with nothing underneath standing before twenty men, of whom half was looking at me with weird glances.

Some had a bad sense of looking at me. It made me feel disgusted with myself and I shrunk a little bit down, mentally.

Well...that didn't turn out too good. My inner girl rolls her eyes at me.

"Gentlemen." The Don pronounces, keeping his eyes steady at me. "We're done for tonight. You may leave."

They rush out from the smoke room leaving me alone with my fate.

We're so done! My inner girl sighs when she sees the Don take a seat on a big couch that is pushed up against the wall of the red papered room.

The couch he is sitting on leaves a very small gap between us. He can easily move and reach out for me.

I think of taking a step back but soon decide against it.

"Explain." The Don growls.

It's anger. And it's very bad.

"Explain?" I test the word.

I shouldn't have done that!

With a sharp wank around my wrist he pulls me to his lap, so that my stomach is pressed against his thighs and my face looking at the floor.

A gasp of surprise leaves my mouth as I stare down at the red mosaic carpet beneath my body that now is completely at Don DeJeon's mercy.

I was scared. To say that it would be a lie. I was excited.

And you call me a slut, huh? My inner girl throws her sarcasm.

His warm and rough and big hand rests against my behind as he soft caresses it.

"Do you think I give empty threats, Yn?" He asks, his hand never leaving my butt.

"Huh?" I am unable to gauge the direction of his question reply.

A hard smack lands on my behind as I give out a small shriek. "Yes or no answer, baby girl."

"N-no."

"Then why don't you listen to what I say to you, Yn?" He says caressing my smacked area.

I feel myself getting a knot in my stomach.

"I asked you to get dressed, didn't I?" He asks. His hand leaves contact with my skin.

I whimper mentality at the lost connection.

"Yes." My voice is small and needy.

"Why didn't you, then?"

"I...I dunno." Another smack lands on my behind. I squirm as I try to soothe the burn on my ass.

"That's not the answer I want." He says. I squirm again in anticipation. "Don't move." Another smack. "Count." Another hit. It left me hot and wet around my core.

I wonder if he'd let me release afterwards.

"One." I whimper out as my butt cheek burns but the tingles drip all the way down to my moist sex.

"Good girl." He caresses the burned place on my right butt cheek. "Keep counting." Another blow comes across my left butt.

"Two." I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out loud. As bad as the hits feel, they feel equally good to me between my legs. I thought I'd never say this.

But my body is such a whore.

And they keep getting better. With each hit, I feel more hot and bothered, more needy and more wanton than ever.

The need for a release is at its peak as I count higher and higher.

"Count." Another hit. It left me hot and wet around my core.

I wonder if he'd let me release afterwards.

"One." I whimper out as my butt cheek burns but the tingles drip all the way down to my moist sex.

"Good girl." He caresses the burned place on my right butt cheek. "Keep counting." Another blow comes across my left butt.

"Two." I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out loud. As bad as the hits feel, they feel equally good to me between my legs. I thought I'd never say this.

But my body is such a whore.

And they keep getting better. With each hit, I feel more hot and bothered, more needy and more wanton than ever.

The need for a release is at its peak as I count higher and higher.

"fifteen!" I cry out in pain, pleasure, need and want.

My eyes are a teary mess, lips swollen from biting continuously, core wet from the blows and excitement of carnal desire.

(TO BE CONTINUED)