Complete Humiliation
Rachel
I was famished. After all, my last meal had been on the plane, and since then, I hadn't eaten anything. However, it seemed that Orion had used dinner as an excuse only to meet, as there was no actual dinner. Anyway, I tried to stay focused on his long and tedious conversation about achievements, stock market actions, and all those incomprehensible subjects that businessmen usually discuss, and everyone seems to understand.
This was not for me. I wasn't understanding anything, except that he was extremely rich, but I already knew that. It wasn't necessary to repeat it incessantly. Boring.
Despite finding it unbearably dull, I kept a smile on my face and nodded when needed to make him think I was genuinely interested in everything he was saying.
Finally, the long-awaited question arrived: "Are you hungry, darling?"
"A bit," I confessed softly.
He promised to order something to eat and finally got up from the couch, heading to the internal communication device. He picked up a menu from the side table and, after a brief read, placed an order on the other end of the line. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear what he said.
I eagerly hoped that he had requested a substantial meal. Although I controlled my diet to keep my body in shape, I had been without food all day!
However, my hope was dashed. When the room service arrived with Orion's order, despite the sophistication of the dish, all I received was a leafy salad and a small piece of grilled chicken. I wondered where the appetizer and dessert were.
At that moment, I avoided looking at Orion. I didn't want him to notice my dissatisfaction with his rude and uncourteous attitude. I focused only on eating the bland food in front of me.
"Indeed, you were famished, weren't you?" Orion dared to comment when he saw that I had finished the meal and placed the utensils next to the plate.
This man was becoming more and more bizarre, and I began to question if he really would be a good candidate for a husband.
"I... spent the whole afternoon at the salon and didn't have time to eat properly," I tried to navigate the situation.
"You were at the salon today?" he asked, looking surprised.
"Yes," I replied, starting to feel a bit uncertain about the excuse I had used and decided to investigate. "Any problem?"
"I think it's time to change salons since they didn't do a good job on you," he said, and his words sounded offensive.
"What do you mean?!" I asked, shocked by the offensive words coming from him.
"I don't want to undermine you in any way, dear, but your hair looks terrible today. Very dry and full of frizz," he continued with the criticisms. "And let's not even talk about your makeup, which is quite amateurish."
I was left speechless in the face of these absurd comments Orion had made. It was completely unexpected and unfair. I had done a good job, and I knew it. After all, I spent months unable to go to a decent beauty salon and had managed well to do my hair and makeup.
Moreover, I had just returned from Monaco. There, I spent a lot of money on such services, all to create an image of a rich heiress and attract a millionaire husband.
"You're joking with me, aren't you?" I still tried to ease the uncomfortable situation and give Orion another chance to redeem himself.
He immediately denied it with a shake of his head.
"Not at all, dear Rachel," he said with an unpleasant smile. "I'm dead serious."
"How can you just say that about me, Orion?" I questioned, incredulous, feeling humiliated by the situation.
"Because it's the truth, Rachel!" he said nonchalantly, pointing at me with disdain. "Your appearance is what made me give up on going to the hotel's restaurant. I didn't want to be seen with a woman as unsuitable as you are now."
The feeling of humiliation was deep, leaving me stunned to the point where I couldn't react, not even get up or do anything other than stare at Orion, wide-mouthed.
"Just look at that dress," he pointed to my outfit. "It's vulgar!"
"You're being completely ridiculous, Orion," I finally managed to protest. "I don't have to stay here listening to these insults."
I stood up from the chair at the small table where I was still sitting and began searching for my bag.
"Where do you think you're going, Rachel?" he asked, also getting up when he saw me walking towards the couch to grab my bag.
"I'm leaving right now," I said, glaring at him with just my eyes. "I won't stay here for one more second!"
Orion grabbed my bag, surprising me once again.
"You're not going anywhere before a good round of sex."
"You must be crazy if you think I'm going to sleep with you after everything you said to me."
"Crazy is you, thinking I'm one of the fools you usually deceive," he said, a cynical smile on his face. "You'll only leave this apartment after paying for the food and the chauffeur's trip here."
"You can't force me to do that, Orion!" I can't let him pressure me that way. "I can report you if you try."
He doesn't seem intimidated by my threat, quite the opposite. Orion bursts into a loud laugh that leaves me completely chilled with terror.
"If you try that, keep in mind that I have enough money to get out of this situation... While you, Rachel... have nothing," he laughs again, in a sinister manner. "And I'll spread the word to everyone that you're a gold-digging opportunist."
"I don't know what you're talking about..." I try once again to grab my bag.
"Don't pretend to be innocent, girl!" Now his voice is filled with hardness and aggression. "Shirley told me everything about your plan to deceive some unsuspecting fool."
Shirley again! It can't be!
Orion violently pulled the bag and threw it to the other side of the room, leaving me certain that my phone had been broken by the impact of the throw.
"Now you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick," Orion ordered, and my heart raced with fear in my chest, seeing his terrifying expression. "And you better be quiet!"
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