Chapter 9

It had been over a month since Alex brought her at this house. He visited her every night and did things to her. It felt strange doing those things with him at first but she became used to it as the days went by as he was never mean to her. He gave her anything she wanted and more. In spite of the situation, she found herself waiting for him every day.

It was a Sunday afternoon. Saoirse was bored and decided to take a walk to the garden. The house was huge but she had nothing to do there. She went out to do shopping several times but there was nothing else she needed to buy. The house itself was large and had a game room but she couldn’t find anything she was interested in. Besides, it was kind of depressing as Alex lived there by himself with maids and bodyguards. What kind of person lives alone in a house like this?

She paused as she was about to exit from the back door. Two large men stood beside it, most likely guarding it. Are they planning on stopping her from going out?

But to her relief, they just stepped aside and opened the door. What a nice prison, she thought and giggled to herself.

“Thanks,” she said meekly and walked out the door. She wanted to get to the garden as fast as possible. Alex's men scared her big time! They looked so mean and intimidating!

The garden was one of the best features of this house. It was huge and lush. One side of it was covered by rose bushes. It was springtime so the roses bloomed beautifully. She loved smelling the flowers. It was soothing. There was a cute little pond by the roses filled with Koi fishes. She sat on the bench so she could relax and enjoy the view.

“Hey there,” she looked up as someone spoke to her. It was one of the guards who was standing by the door. He was shorter than Alex but bigger as he was built heavily. He had muscles on top of muscles. To her, he looked even meaner than Alex. Why was he talking to her? She thought.

“I am Anthony, what's your name?” he said and gave her a friendly smile as if to reassure her.

“Um...Saoirse,” she said.

“That's a pretty and unusual name. What does it mean?” he asked.

“Um…it’s an Irish name. It means freedom,” she said.

“I see. That’s cute. What are you doing here all alone?” he asked.

“I was just admiring the flowers. I can leave if that's a problem?” Saoirse offered. She was starting to feel uneasy. Something about him didn’t feel right. Alex was scary but he never made her this uncomfortable.

“Don't be silly. It's not a problem,” Anthony said. He moved closer to her. Saoirse felt more nervous and shifted uncomfortably. “I like you Saoirse, you are a real beauty.”

“Tha…thank you,” she said.

“Too bad it’s being wasted on a brute like Alexander,” he chuckled.

“He is not that bad. It’s not like he is mean to me or anything,” she said hesitantly.

“Oh, who are you kidding? You are just Alexander's little whore. I know why he brought you here,” he said, staring at her chest. “Not exactly his usual type but I still see the appeal. You are a sexy little thing. He always had such good taste in women,” he added.

“Um... I think I am going to go back inside, he wouldn’t like me talking to you,” she made up an excuse to leave. Fear crept up her spine and she wanted to leave. She needed to be as far away from this man as possible. The friendly vibe he was giving out was gone and it was replaced with lust. She got up but Anthony sat her back down on the bench and loomed over her.

“I wasn't done talking yet. Alexander usually lets us fuck his girls after he is done with them, but after seeing you, I figured I'd get an early taste. What do you think?” his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

“N...no...I don’t want to. You are lying. He wouldn’t want you to touch me. Let me go. I need to get back to my room,” she said and tried to leave again but Anthony grabbed her arm. She winced in pain as he gripped her arm a little too tightly. Alex was never this rough with her. What is this man planning on doing to her?

“You aren't going anywhere sweet tits. Not unless I see what the fuss is about. Alexander never brings his girls home as he considers it his sanctuary. You must have a real sweet pussy if he is willing to make an exception. I bet you know how to please a man real good don't you?” he said and slipped his hand inside her shorts. “How about you let me do the things he does to you. You might even like me better than him. I will fuck you real good,” he smirked.

“NO! Stop it, let go off me. I don't want you to touch me!” she cried and tried to wiggle her away out of his grasp. He was much bigger and stronger than her so she failed miserably. Where was Alex when she needed him. Was Anthony telling the truth? What if Alex doesn’t care and let him do whatever he wanted with her?

“Stop resisting and be quiet. I could snap your neck like a twig if I wanted to. If you cooperate I’ll be nicer to you and it’ll be our little secret,” Anthony said in a hoarse whisper and tried to push her down on the bench.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Anthony let go of her as soon as he heard the voice. Saoirse fell on the ground, sobbing. She looked up and saw Alex standing there, his piercing blue eyes were burning with fury.