Chapter 3

Mira’s POV

“I’ll fuck you till you need crutches to walk,” Alejandro groaned into my ear as he pinned me to the bed.

“You’ll beg me for mercy, Mira, and I won’t offer it to you,” he whispered seductively, locking eyes with me.

“This isn’t happening! You’re not real!” I gasped, my voice trembling.

Alejandro chuckled darkly. “Everything is real. I’m here because you want me to be.”

He pressed my hands above my head, pulling out a rope from God knows where and tying them to the headboard.

“Stop this madness, Alejandro,” I protested, squirming beneath him.

“I’ll only stop when you actually want me to,” he smirked.

He bent down, his tongue tracing a slow path from my collarbone to the top of my chest. I let out a soft moan I tried to stifle it but I failed.

“I know you want me, Mira,” he murmured, undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one, exposing my black lacy bra.

I shut my eyes tightly as Alejandro cupped my full breast in one hand, kissing it gently, then trailing down to my nipple—where he paused.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, opening my eyes slowly.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he said.

“You’re insane,” I laughed breathlessly.

“Am I?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes as my thoughts spiraled and my pussy throbbed with need. This didn’t feel right, but here I was anyway. Shouldn’t I just take what I want? It wouldn’t affect my job… right?

“Please fuck me, Alejandro,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he said smugly, pulling away my bra completely.

“Ahhh!” I moaned as his warm tongue flicked over my nipples.

He licked, sucked, and gently nipped, moving from one side to the other. By the time he was done, they felt sore, and I was completely breathless.

“Let’s see what you’ve got underneath,” he muttered with a low chuckle.

“Mira!”

I blinked.

“Why are you yelling?” I asked Alejandro, whose face was beginning to blur.

“Mira, wake the fuck up!” the voice came again, clearer now.

“Alejandro?” I called weakly.

“No, bitch—it’s Zara.”

I shot up, gasping, and turned to the side to see Zara standing there with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face.

“Not even one day in his house, and you’re already fucking him in your sleep?” she teased, laughing.

“Shut up, girl,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead and rubbing my eyes.

So it was all a dream? I wasn’t actually having sex with him? Then why did it feel so real?

“What time is it?” I asked as I swung my legs off the bed.

“Time to head to Alejandro’s. There’s a sleek black Rolls-Royce parked outside, and the chauffeur looks like he’s been waiting forever,” Zara grinned.

I rushed to the window and spotted him—suited, still, and very clearly growing impatient.

“I don’t think I can do this, Zara,” I said, turning back to her.

“Of course you can, Mira. You just need to keep your head in the game and get paid like you’re supposed to. You need this money—before it’s too late,” she reminded me.

“But he’s a freaking sex god. He’s too tempting. If I can’t say no to him in a dream, how am I supposed to resist him when we’re living under the same roof? This is worse than a death sentence,” I groaned, collapsing back on the bed.

“Let me just stay here with you and live out my last few months peacefully. I don’t want to pretend to be someone I’m not.”

“Don’t you ever say that.” Zara’s tone turned stern. “You’ll live for years, Mira—but for that to happen, you have to get out of this house. Now get your lazy ass up and follow that hot chauffeur to your boss’s mansion.”

“Okay, okay!” I laughed. “I’m going, ma’am.”

After a quick bath, I changed into a formal suit and tied my hair up into a neat bun while Zara packed my bags.

“All done!” she said excitedly.

“You really think I can pull this off?” I asked as we made our way downstairs.

“No,” she mumbled.

“What?” I turned to her with wide eyes.

She laughed softly. “You’ll be fine.”

We stepped outside Zara’s apartment as the chauffeur—dressed in an all-black suit and dark shades—walked up to us.

“Good evening, ladies. I’m Manuel,” he said politely, taking the bags from Zara.

“Keep me updated on everything,” Zara said, placing a kiss on my cheek before waving me off.

I slid into the backseat of the car as we pulled away. Sinking into the plush leather, I checked the time on my phone. 6:30 p.m.

I tossed it aside and focused on the long ride ahead.

“What’s your boss like?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Manuel smiled faintly in the rearview mirror. “He’s fun.”

He’s fun? That wasn’t the word I expected.

“How long is the ride going to be?”

“Four hours, ma’am. We’re heading to his main estate—not one of the penthouses he usually parties in.”

I nodded and leaned back, hoping to get some rest—but I doubted I’d be able to sleep again. Not with his face etched into my mind.

Hours later, the car pulled up to a massive iron gate. Manuel honked once, and it opened immediately.

My jaw dropped at the sight before me as we drove in.

The mansion stood tall, gleaming under the moonlight with its pristine white walls and majestic design.

“Fuck me,” I whispered as I stepped out of the car.

“This way, ma’am,” Manuel said, breaking my trance as we approached the towering black doors.

“You’re welcome, Miss Mira,” a chorus of maids said in unison, bowing respectfully.

I smiled and greeted them, acknowledging each of the fifteen—or maybe more—staff lined up.

Ever seen something beautiful on the outside, only to realize the inside was ten times better? That was this place.

“I’m Miss Patricia, the head maid. I’ll show you to your room and take your belongings,” an older woman said, approaching me.

“Thank you,” I responded with a smile.

Manuel headed upstairs with my bags while the other maids scattered back to their duties. I followed Patricia through the grand hallways, noting the eerie silence.

I hadn’t seen Alejandro yet—and honestly, I was relieved. Just the thought of him was enough to shake my entire being.

Finally, Patricia stopped before a white door.

“Here you are, Miss Mira,” she said, opening it.

“Wow,” I murmured, stepping inside and taking in the stunning view and luxurious space.

“I’ll leave you to settle in. If you need anything, just let me know,” Patricia said with a small bow before leaving.

I immediately threw myself onto the queen-sized bed, letting my thoughts wash over me.

“I’ll be fine,” I whispered repeatedly until sleep took me.

I woke up to see it was already 10 p.m.—and still no sign of the grown man I was supposed to be taking care of.

I stood and stepped out into the hallway, wandering in search of Patricia for some answers. 

As I walked through the quiet corridors, a faint noise caught my attention. Curious, I followed the sound, my steps slow and careful.

When I reached the end of the hall, I froze and my eyes nearly popped out of my skull as it landed on bare ass.

There he was—Alejandro. Naked. Thrusting into a woman with rhythmic precision. Beads of sweat ran down his back as the sounds of skin slapping and the woman’s breathless moans echoed around the hall.

“Fuck. You pretty slut,” he groaned, gripping her waist tightly, eyes shut in pleasure.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle a gasp—but it was too late.

His eyes opened and they landed on me.

“What the hell?!”