CHAPTER 37

After coming out of the hotel room, I was catching air. This Tristain bastard and his fucking reason. He fucking slept with him for fucking money; he was a bloody friend. I started dialing a number: "Yes, boss." "I am forwarding you a photo with the address. I want that bastard in front of me as soon as possible. Got it." "Ok, boss" "Good, I am on my way to the farmhouse; bring him there." "Done, boss." 

After disconnecting, I made my way to my farmhouse. I am hating every fucking thing that was happening and every goddam thing from the day I returned. I should have fucking listened to Thomas; he was bloody right. I should have been fucking worried about developing this branch; why the hell did I divert my concentration to that bastard? In the first place, why the hell did I return? Why the hell didn't I fucking mind my business? Every fucking thing related to him started to feel like ants crawling all over my body. It's fucking annoying. The grudges I have against his family are fucking nothing after these many revelations. It's provoking me to focus more on that bastard instead of fucking other members of the family. This time I thought of dealing with his sister and more with that bastard, his dad, but Gray completely gained attention for him.

Wow! Just great.

I didn't go to my apartment. This was 'my time' and I needed to enjoy it. After I fucking witnessed an exceptional few minutes of mini-drama, I deserve this much. Wow, unbelievable. How in the hell are things turning this way? Where the hell is it headed? God knows, and I didn't want to find any answers. I made my way to the pub after ordering the drinks I was sipping the same.

I started to observe the crowd, which was huge with loud music. I didn't waste time; next thing I was in that crowd dancing. After an hour, I felt like my bladder was going to explode, so I made my way toward the washroom. I was washing my hands, and when I saw the mirror, two people were standing behind me. The next thing I was held tightly, and they sprayed something I was unconscious.

I awoke in a car. My hands were tied, and my mouth was plastered. The car was moving in the middle of nowhere. What the hell? Who were these bastards? By any chance, they think I got bloody money. I started panicking and wanted to escape, but there was no room. Is this the final day of my life? Are they going to end my life for no reason?

The car was parked in front of a big bungalow. Two of them started dragging me, and another two followed us. I was taken to a room, and when I entered, I saw Joshua sipping his drink. I was furious and wanted to strangle this bastard to death. One of the guys removed the plaster, and everyone was out of the room.

Joshua was facing me. We were both equally furious and facing each other in resentment, but due to the alcohol effect or other reasons, I felt like his rage was beating mine. For some reason, I gulped down. This face was totally different; I never came across it, not even once. I took some courage and spoke.

"What the hell do you want, you fucking bastard? You fucking kidnapped me; are you out of your bloody mind?" He sipped his final sip, and the glass was empty. He was observing the empty glass. "I will ask you only one question and trust me for your own sanity. I need to hear only 'no' as an answer. Did you have sex with Tristian in exchange for money?" "I am not getting how bloody it concerns you." "Answer the dam question: did you or did you not?" 

What the fuck is wrong with this bastard? How many times do I need to tell him to stay fucking out of my business? Can anyone turn this shameless? I was staring at him with burning anger, and my position was only adding fuel. "Well, let me pique your curiosity. Yes, I slept with him. He was my first customer. We had sex three times after taking a few minutes off that night. He didn't leave me for even a second. We had a fucking night and enjoyed it like anything. Yes, he gave me a handful of money—more than I could imagine. Are you fucking happy now?" 

The next second, I was pinged into the wall, and Joshua's hands were choking my neck. "You fucking bastard, he was a fucking friend, right? How the hell could you do something like that?" His grip on my neck was even tighter; I didn't protest or try to escape. After a few seconds, he removed his hand, and I started catching my breath. "Speak the hell up." Once I felt stable, I spoke, "What is your fucking problem? I can sleep with anyone I want in exchange for any fucking thing." "Do you fucking not feel any regret for whoring your body to your friend? Like seriously." What the hell was his fucking problem? I kept on repeating that it was fucking my body. "Listen, untie me now." "Answer the dam question. Are you not ashamed? He was your friend for many years." "Well, if I want, I will sleep with anyone I want. Do whatever I want. This is my life and my wish. Who the hell are you to question me?" "So, for money, you are ready to do any fucking thing." "Yes, I am ready to do any fucking thing. I am ready to have sex with these thugs who fucking kidnapped me understood." We were only an inch apart from each other. "Right, you need to learn some lessons. I am fucking not even sorry for what I am going to do."

The courage that I was showcasing a minute ago was replaced by my fear. I was thrown into his bed. "What the hell are you doing? You fucking bastard." "Well, I pay you. Don't worry," "Let me fucking go. I mean it. You are fucking drunk." "Well, you were brave a minute ago, and you fucking deserve this."

He started ripping my shirt, including my pants. I was trying my best to stop him, but nothing was working due to my hands being tied. He was drunk, but it did not affect his energy. Joshua was on top of me, pinging me to the bed and staring intensely. A ferocious chuckle escaped from him, seeing my situation.

"Well, this is fun. Why the hell didn't I think of this before? Let me make it easy for you." By saying that, he untied me. Immediately, I poured my full energy into escaping from him, but it was futile; he didn't budge, not even an inch. My effort hardly had any effect on him. What the hell? When the hell did I turn into a fragile person? "Well, instead of whoring, if you had concentrated on improving your body through a workout or any other means, you would have escaped the next minute I untied you. It's too late for anything. You fucking had sex with that bastard Tristian three fucking times." 

Once again, his hands were on my neck, and I was not avoiding his furious eyes. I was trying to convey the message that it was my fucking body. He started kissing me. I tried my best to move my face, but it was useless as he held my neck. It was not a kiss, he was removing his frustration, and I could feel blood oozing from my lip. It was a hateful kiss, and my lips were hurting.

He removed his pants; this only pushed me into more horror. "What the hell are you doing? Get the hell off me." My words and my struggle had no effect on him. The next thing I knew, he thrust me just like that without using anything, which was fucking painful. I was still struggling, but everything was useless. The alcohol, his rage, and his wrath—everything turned him into a monster. After a few minutes, we 'cum'd' together. He collapsed on me only for a few seconds to catch his breath. And the next minute, he took me once again from behind. I felt like I was done forever. This time I didn't reach my 'orgasm' but I felt his. After that, there was no moment. I turned to check on him, and he was passed out.

For the safer side, I checked his pulse. How can a bastard like him die so soon? I am stupid. I didn't stay any longer. By wearing my clothes, I was out of his mansion. It was too dark; I checked the time; it was 1 a.m. I didn't care about anything; I started walking.

For the first time in my life, I felt humiliated. Not even with Tristian, I felt this way, and he was bloody my first customer.

I thought my tears were almost dried until I felt them on my cheek. That bastard was capable of bringing anything out. I was walking, not knowing where to go. I was in the middle of nowhere; afar, only trees I saw, no vehicle, nothing. Until my legs gave up, I was walking. At last, I stopped near a bench. I decided to spend the night over here. The worst scenario could be that I would be dragged or eaten by any animals that I care less about.

I was lying on the bench, watching the sky. Still, tears were dropping.

I was not responsible for turning my life from middle-class to billionaire. I was not responsible for any crime, not even indirectly. I was not responsible for my sister not getting a chance to become CEO, at least to prove her worthiness. I was not responsible for any misconceptions my friends had about me. I was not responsible for losing the billionaire post. I was not responsible for the way I was leading my life. But still, for every fucking thing, I was held responsible.

For whom exactly is life unfair? For every damn thing, how the hell am I responsible? The most predominant question is: Why me?

Nothing was making any sense, nor was it fair.

Still, I can feel Joshua's scent on me, and I am not feeling like scrubbing it if he was a fucking rapist too. It's been five years and still so addictive, and I am fucking crazy. There are so many things I am still not letting go of one way or another and because of this, I am only responsible for my current situation. I hate every fucking thing, but I miserably fail to show it through my actions. Only a few words will come in a rage, and beyond that, it's not going anywhere. No, I am not taking it anywhere.

Things can't go this way, and I need to do something. And again, what could be possibly done?