Chapter 5 Who is he

"What do you want?!" I hissed, trying to drag Scott off the porch. "Scott, what the fuck are you trying to do?!"

Scott stood his ground effortlessly, pulling his hands free from my grip with a smug smirk.

"Hey, take it easy, lady," Scott said, adjusting his collar. "I just came to borrow a broom. Since you're being so hostile, I'll just step inside and ask someone who might actually listen."

He made a move toward the open front door, but I lunged forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"I’ll get it!" I stammered, ignoring the hot tears streaming down my face.

I hurried inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. Clint was no longer lying on the living room couch. Clara sat alone on the sofa, her eyes glued to her phone as she completely ignored my presence.

I rushed into the kitchen, snatched a broom from the pantry, and marched back to the front porch.

"Take it and leave!" I snapped, shoving it into his hands.

Scott grabbed the broom and gave a mock bow. "Thank you, my lady."

"Don’t bother returning it! Keep it, and please stay away from my door! Stay away from my house!"

I shouted as Scott raised his hands in surrender and casually strolled back down the driveway.

The moment he was out of sight, my legs gave out. Ria caught me, pulling me into a tight hug as I sobbed uncontrollably onto her shoulder. After a few minutes, she gently stepped back.

"It’s getting late, Maya," Ria said softly. "Go inside and check on Clint. I need to get home."

"Can't you at least sleep over?" I pleaded, wiping my eyes. "We can sleep in the detached room at the far end of the estate."

Ria shook her head firmly. "Just stay away from that room tonight, Maya. Go to your husband."

I stood at the doorway, watching her figure disappear into the cool evening fog before turning back inside.

Clara was still on the couch, ignoring me. I walked past her toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water when her cold voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Clint said you should come to the bedroom," Clara muttered, standing up and walking into the guest room without looking at me.

I took a deep breath, turned around, and walked down the dim hallway toward our room. When I pushed the door open, my stomach turned.

Clint was lying on the bed, completely naked, grinning up at me.

"What are you doing, Clint?" I asked, exhaustion weighting down every word.

"Come on, darling," Clint purred. "I just started feeling better after taking those drugs your sister gave me..."

"Clint, I can’t keep doing this," I pleaded, stepping backward. "Not tonight..."

Clint ignored me. He scrambled off the bed, grabbed my wrists, and shoved me down onto the mattress.

Without a word of romance, without a kiss, he treated me like a piece of meat. He used me with zero care for how I felt. Within two seconds, he grunted loudly, his body trembling violently over mine before collapsing.

Disgust surged through me. I shoved his heavy body off and scrambled out of bed, wrapping the blanket around myself.

"Where are you going now?" Clint demanded, staring at me through the dark.

My face went cold as my hands searched the nightstand for my flashlight. "I'm going to clear my head," I said, grabbing the doorknob.

"I sent some money to your account..." Clint called out behind me.

I froze, my hand tight on the frame. I didn't turn around. I pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway.

"Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that!" Clint yelled after me.

I slammed the door shut, cutting off his voice, and walked away.

The living room was silent and empty—Clara had already locked herself in her room. I walked straight out the back door and headed toward the isolated building at the edge of the estate.

I stepped into the pitch-black room, locked the door behind me, and laid out the bedspread. Reaching into my bag, my fingers brushed against the dildo Ria had bought me earlier. I stared at it in the dim moonlight for a long moment before setting it down on the desk.

"Not tonight..." I muttered to myself.

I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off.

Sometime in the middle of the night, it happened.

I felt it. I sensed it. A intense, electrifying heat coursed through my veins, making my entire body vibrate. A wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over me, driving me straight over the edge. It made no sense, but the sensation was so intense that I squirted, soaking the sheets.

"Fuck!" I gasped, bolting upright.

Morning sunlight was streaming through the window. I opened my eyes, disoriented and panting heavily. The bed was completely disheveled, the sheets dragged onto the floor.

I was lying there, completely naked and dripping wet.

"Again..." I whispered, panic rising in my chest.

Gently, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rushed over to the desk where I had left the dildo the night before.

It was gone.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. This was the third time since moving to this estate that my sex toy had vanished into thin air after I slept in this room.

"Who is doing this?!" I whispered, frantically searching under the bed and through the sheets.

Then, I froze.

A scent lingered in the air. For months, I had never noticed it, but today it was unmistakable. A rich, masculine fragrance hung thickly in the room....