A twinge of... jealousy?
**Kael**
As I expected, Ryan made a point to confront me once again about my vile actions, as he defined them. I didn't withhold what actually happened in the cabin and who was truly on that yacht with us that night because as soon as he saw me enter the room, he realized that something hadn't gone according to my wishes.
I also didn't see the need to pretend anything for my assistant since I didn't owe him any explanations, so I divulged the entire situation and how it had spiraled out of my control.
Ryan said he would ensure Sarah arrived safely at her home, and I simply nodded in agreement. Even if it had been Rachel, I would still expect the same course of action from Ryan, but the fact that it was Sarah made my assistant even more upset—I was certain of that.
I went to the bar in the corner of the luxurious living room of the yacht and poured myself a double shot of whiskey, which I downed in one long, burning gulp.
I didn't wait for Ryan's return because I already knew how lengthy his lecture about my actions would be and how he ended up affecting someone who, in the end, was entirely innocent, at least when it came to the accusations I attributed to her sister.
"Do you still need me, sir?" the young and beautiful maid asked, and only then did I notice her presence.
I admired the girl's beauty; she had been working for me for a few months, and I made a mental note to ask Ryan to transfer her to one of my companies. In the recent times I had been on the yacht, I had noticed that she was always overly helpful, going beyond what was necessary, and her actions and gestures were always suggestive, just like her current question.
The way she spoke, along with her body language, always implied that she wasn't just referring to her cleaning and organizing services.
Just now, I noticed that her uniform skirt was too short, and she was wearing heavy and seductive makeup that was completely inappropriate for the occasion. Her hair was loose, cascading over one shoulder in a highly sensual gesture.
Despite all of this, she couldn't spark even the slightest bit of interest in me. Mixing business and pleasure was not my style, and I also considered relationships between employers and employees to be inappropriate.
"Your shift is over for today. You can retire," I said in a neutral tone.
I didn't want to give any wrong indications, and upon hearing my order, she left, lingering for a few more seconds, giving me a displeased look.
One thing I always had control over in my life was my body. My libido was controllable and followed the guidance of my brain. Proof of this was the enormous difficulty I had in even getting aroused when I thought it was Rachel, simply because I felt no desire for her. Not even my most basic instincts reacted.
But to be quite honest, while my brain screamed about how petty and shallow the woman in front of me was, my body wanted to awaken, just from sensing her lightly sweet and soft fragrance. And when I allowed the stimuli to dominate me, everything within me awakened, no longer accepting the rule of reason.
I left the room and headed towards the cabin I shared with Sarah that night and noticed that it was already tidied up, without any trace of what had transpired in that place just a few hours ago.
I knew that only proved how efficient my team of professionals was, but still, I would have preferred to find everything exactly as I left it when I went out to meet the girl who had managed to disrupt all my plans.
I looked at the bed, and of course, the sheets had been changed, no longer displaying evidence of how much of a fool I had been for not imagining that Rachel wouldn't put herself in a situation where she would end up completely humiliated, which is exactly what would have happened.
If the app were real and some random man had won a virginity auction, and that virginity no longer existed, it was unlikely that she could easily escape the situation, and Rachel knew that.
Lying down on the clean sheets, I thought about how I hadn't been able to imagine that it would have been much more convenient for Rachel to simply throw her sister as bait, bearing the consequences of her actions. What an idiot I was!
But not all was lost because I managed to uncover the deception, and now she would have to pay, one way or another. I also now had even more motivation to proceed with my revenge, which would be even more cruel after discovering how manipulative she could be. I was convinced that she didn't deserve for me to simply let it all go.
Another important point that I had just decided on was that I wanted Sarah, and I would have her. The fact that she was Rachel's sister and accomplice wouldn't diminish my determination. These thoughts consumed me for a long time before I could finally fall asleep, and the next day, it was the first thing on my mind.
Since I had everything I needed on my yacht to go directly to my company, that's what I did. The journey from the marina to my office was always time-consuming, and I didn't want to waste any time going to my apartment, which was in the opposite direction and completely out of my way.
I was about to leave my cabin when I heard a soft knocking, and soon the door was being opened without me even granting the visitor permission. I assumed it was Ryan, starting his workday.
I was mistaken, however, as it was the young maid, and her demeanor once again bothered me.
"Good morning, sir," she greeted with her soft tone that I considered to be filled with something akin to mischief. "Would you like to have something to eat before heading out for work?"
I looked at her with irritation because I felt even stronger than before the ulterior motives in her question, but I restrained myself. I had never mistreated any of my employees, and I wasn't going to start today.
"No, thank you," I firmly declined. "Next time, please wait for my permission before entering my quarters."
"Of course, sir," she quickly agreed, and I gestured for her to leave.
She looked at me lingeringly, and once again, I held back from doing something I would regret later. I needed Ryan to resolve that issue as quickly as possible, I thought, given the maid's delay in following my simple command.
"I believe you are aware that Mr. Davis personally took the girl to her address last night," she said.
That information caught me completely off guard, and it burned in my chest in a way I had never felt before, unable to explain what I was feeling in response to that revelation.
"And?" I asked.
"Just that, sir," she spoke, intimidated by my response.
"I believe there's more to say," I pressed.
"No, sir. That's it," she replied, now sounding embarrassed. "I just thought you should know."
"And why did you assume that I wouldn't be aware of this fact?" I wanted to know what she intended with that.
"Mr. Davis has never been responsible for accompanying your guests to their homes before. So, I just... found it strange," the more she spoke, the more her voice faded, and her eyes became noticeably fearful.
I decided it was past time to replace the chambermaid, even if her information was very valid. I dismissed her again and left the cabin, my anger growing in proportion, but my control was greater and I remained cool, waiting for my advisor to arrive.
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