CHAPTER THREE

You ungrateful thing. After all, I've given

to you tonight what do you still want from

my father? "So the jerk is your father?

I never knew." I am warning you, do not

insult my father. "Insult your father? Do

you mean that leery old man who has

insulted himself already? Oh please."

I see. So my father is the leery old man.

Isn't he? "What would I be doing here in

the first place if your father had agreed

to help me for free? I called your father

a jerk because that's what he is. I

needed an endorsement and begged

your father to help me because that's

the only way I can get it. But what did

he say? Meet me up at Kester Hotel was

 his reply." Even then, must you have come?

Are you so desperate that you are willing

to please an old man in bed just so you

can have your way?" "Yes! I'm desperate.

Very desperate." Suddenly, he descended

on me on the bed and said, I will show you

what desperation is. I tried pushing him off

but he started yanking at my clothes and

before I could understand what was

happening,  I was naked. He kissed me

hard and rough till my mouth was sore

and I could taste blood. Then he said,

"you don't need to deal with my father

anymore because I'll give you what you

want." I struggled with him but my struggle

was in vain because he was much stronger.

He turned me around and pushed me on

my knees on the bed then he entered my

core with so much force from behind that

it made me shudder. He didn't even give

me time to get used to his size before

he started pounding on me. We went for

hours with different styles until I couldn't

take it anymore. I begged him to stop but

he didn't. He said, "you wanted sex so

much that you wanted to get it from my

father right? Don't worry I'll give it to you

until you'll want no more." It was almost

dawn before he let me go and at that time

I was barely conscious. All I wanted to do

was sleep because I was sore all over. I

woke up around 11 a.m. and the first thing I

 remembered was the events of the

previous night. It all felt like a dream

because everything that happened the

previous night happened too fast to be

true. Well, I need to use the restroom

because my bladder is full already. As I

got up, my legs instantly gave way and

I fell on the floor. I openly cursed at Doja

because he's the reason I can't stand.

I looked down at myself and felt pity

for myself because, how am I supposed

to work as a model if I can't walk properly.

Well, all thanks to Doja for this

accomplishment. I pulled myself up and

dragged my feet to the bathroom.