Bearing the consequences
**Sarah**
He said that and turned his back to me, walking over to the sideboard in the luxurious cabin of the yacht and pouring himself a shot of what I presumed to be vodka. I recognized the label, as it was the same as the imported vodka my father used to drink.
That coincidence made me even more tense, and I couldn't understand why, it was just a bad feeling.
"Aren't you going to do as I told you?" he asked, sipping the liquid from the glass without even looking at me.
I remained silent, but I understood that there was no more way to postpone the moment and that there wasn't a better or worse way to do it. Either way, it would be unpleasant, and I would feel nothing but discomfort. So be it.
I brought one of my hands to my back, and with as much composure as I could muster, trying to be as cold as possible, I slowly unzipped my discreet black dress, pulling the fabric aside and letting it fall in a heap at my feet.
He turned towards me at that moment and, without taking his eyes off me, calmly walked over to the bed as I unclasped my black lace bra with a few pink ribbons and let it drop to the floor along with the dress.
I tried not to look at him as I slightly bent my torso to slide down my black lace panties with pink ribbons, removing them slowly without making eye contact at any moment.
The last thing I want is for him to think, at any moment, that I have the intention of seducing him, as he suggested I would. Although I don't understand why he has such a horrible perception of me, I still don't want to do anything that would change, positively or negatively, the image he has painted in his cold and distorted mind.
As I looked back in his direction, he was already seated on the bed lined with black satin sheets, leaning against the headboard, observing me with his icy dark eyes. He is a very handsome man, but his personality extinguishes that fact, and his good looks fail to make me more receptive.
"It's done," I said, trying to appear calm despite being completely naked in front of that man.
"Now take a turn." It wasn't a request, and he made a spinning gesture with his index finger. "I want to verify if I'm truly getting what I paid for. After all, I need to make the two million dollars I paid to be with you worth it."
His words hurt me, something I knew they shouldn't because I didn't know him, and what he said or thought about me wasn't important. And there was also the fact that he had paid two million to be with Rachel, not me, but that didn't change the reality because it was me who was there to fulfill the agreement, not my sister.
So, I did as he asked and turned slowly, feeling completely exposed and anger consuming me for submitting to that situation.
Despite that, when I was facing him again, I didn't let on how much it was affecting me, and even in the face of his whims, I tried to maintain my dignity intact. I wouldn't let him see how humiliated I felt.
"What should I do now?" I asked.
"Nothing," he simply said. "I want you to stay quiet. I don't even want to hear your voice. Can you just be a background character, or will you not be able to handle being in the background?"
Internally, I thanked him for not expecting me to pretend to enjoy it and for not counting on my active participation in that vile act.
"I will do as you wish," I obediently replied.
"Perfect."
He then got up from the bed and walked over to where I was, stopping by my side. His hands descended onto my long hair, gathering it in one hand and holding it firmly enough for my head to follow the same direction. I wouldn't say he pulled forcefully, just that I wasn't prepared for what he did.
"I can't say for certain, but you seem different from the photos," he said, sounding pensive, still holding a handful of my hair in his large hand.
I feared that he would discover that the person who had bid in the auction wasn't the same one who was with him there, in that cabin, and I tried to distract him, but I couldn't imagine how with him being so close to me and his scent overwhelming my senses as it had never happened before in my life.
"It hurts," I lied.
I only thought about using it as an excuse for him to forget about that detail because, from what little I had seen of that man, he wouldn't be pleased to know he was being deceived so blatantly.
"Will you keep playing the fragile girl role?" he spoke, staring at me with apparent irritation. "Isn't it tiring for you to pretend to be someone you're not?"
"Why don't you just do what you have to do and get it over with?" I spoke, looking into his eyes, now pretending to have the courage that I wasn't truly feeling.
I just want it all to end soon.
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