My CEO Mate

Riley's P. O. V.

"Riley, I told you to clean my white dress. Have you done that??" Sarah came to the kitchen and asked me with an annoyed expression.

"Yeah, Sarah, it's in your wardrobe.. First shelf." I spoke while chopping veggies.

"Whatever." Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

She is my younger sister, a year younger than me. She is the queen of the house. At least she thinks this way.

"Isn't the cooking done yet?" Why are you so slow? Are you planning to starve us to death?" Came my mom's angry voice. "Here, take these files to this address after cooking." With that, she put down a file and a paper.

"But Mom, I have to study for tomorrow's test." I told her.

"Your father has a crash in his business. Now that he is poor, you don't want to help him out?" Mom was furious. "He has an important client meeting in this hotel, and he forgot the file. What if he loses this contract? Get the food ready and go there!"

I wanted to protest, but she was right. My father recently had a crash in his business, and I need to help him if I can, right? Thinking this, I said okay.

After 10 minutes, dinner was ready. So I picked up the file and looked at the address. There was a name written: 'Hotel Paradise, Room 302.' I have seen this hotel before but I have never been there. It was about a half-hour drive from here. I looked at the watch it was only 7:30 so I can come till 9 if it takes the most. And I still have time to prepare for my test tomorrow. "It's better if I go," I thought to myself.

"Are you going to make others think we don't give you money to buy clothes??" When I was about to leave, Mom angrily retorted behind me.

"Wear this." She threw a cloth over me.

It was a V-neck red dress that was a bit short and revealing. I never wore this kind of clothing. I wanted to say no. I hesitated for a while, but it was my mom, and I didn't want to hurt or anger her, so in the end, I put on the clothes and left the house.

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Half an hour later, I was in front of Hotel Paradise. I went inside. Hotel Paradise is one of the most famous and luxurious hotels in A city.

I went inside and asked a waiter about room 302. The waiter looked at me like a boy seeing a toy he had carved. This cloth was attracting attention. This is why I hate this kind of clothing. The waiter gulped and showed the way.

After reaching the room, I knocked on the door. To my surprise, the door wasn't locked, so I went inside. As I entered the room, it was quiet and dark inside. No one was here. I called Dad a few times, but there was no response. I thought I had gotten into the wrong room, so I went to the door. When I was about to touch the handle, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a strong arm. I can smell alcohol, and from the touch, it surely was a man.

"Let me go!" I tried to break free from the man. But maybe I wasn't strong enough...

The man didn't speak but laughed hysterically...

I was scared to death. I was on the verge of crying. I barely manage to say, "You got the wrong person. I accidentally came into the wrong room. Please let me go."

Listening to my plea, he stopped for a while and asked me with a lustful voice. "Aren't you Riley?"

"Yes, I am. How do you know?? And I'm not the person you think I am," I said with a little hope.

"Riley, then tell me why you are here?" He asked with a smirk.

"Mom send me here to deliver these files to Dad." I said, shaking, "I think I got in the wrong room."

"Is your mom Amanda Winston?? "

"How do you know my mom?" I turned to face him.

I knew him. He was Thomas White. He was a well-known playboy in A city. He is a 50-year-old rich pervert. He is always around young and beautiful girls. I was scared just seeing him here.

"You know what, young lady," he said, pushing me on the sofa.

I was scared and curious at the same time.

He said, "I think you should know this."

He stopped midway.

"What are you talking about?" He knew my mom and me. What was it supposed to mean?

"Your father has recently crashed his business. Right?? "

"So?? "

"We had a deal. If I give her money, she will give me her daughter for one night. Don't you think it's a great deal? You'll enjoy beauty, I promise." With that, he pounded on me. He grabbed my hands and got on top of me.

"We?? Who?? " I tried to push him away. Who could hate me that much to sell me??

"Your mom, girl. She sold you to me for 1 million dollars." He was forcing himself on me.

I had never been to something like this before. I was so scared. I tried to free myself but I was weak.. Or maybe I'm too scared so I can't break free of his hands.

" No you are lying! Mom won't do this to me!" I shouted to him.

"Then how do you think I know you and your mom?"

And he covered my mouth with his right hand while grabbing my hands with his left.

Right. How did he know us? My head was in a mess. I want to shout for help, but he had covered my mouth...

No way, Riley you can't lose yourself to this old pervert. You've got to run away now.

"Ahh" I kicked in between his legs. He screamed in pain.

I took the opportunity and pushed him away. I got up and tried to run away.

I was running towards the door, but that old man came forward and leaned on the door.

"You think you can run away after kicking my balls?" I will make you pay, bitch." With that, he slapped me. I felt dizzy and fell on the cold floor.

"I have paid for you. You can't run. You will pay for everything, bitch." He tore down my dress.

Now I was almost naked on the cold floor with this old pervert... about to be raped. I thought to myself.

No... I can't be raped. No. Never.

His hands were about to touch me. I searched for something to hit him with. On the table was a vase. I stumbled forward and grabbed it. With a smash, I hit him on the head. He screamed in pain, but I didn't care about it.

I held my torn dress and tried to cover my nakedness. I opened the door and ran.

On the way outward I could feel people's gazes on me but I didn't care about the people. I was so scared and embarrassed that I just wanted to run away and so did I. I ran to the parking lot, sat in the car, and drove away.

I don't know where I was going. My vision was already blurred from crying. That old pervert's voice was still ringing in my head: "We had a deal. If I give her money, she will give me her daughter for one night. Don't you think it's a great deal?? You'll enjoy beauty I promise."

My head was in a mess. I didn't want to go home but I was scared to be alone outside. I didn't even know where I was going. I stopped the car and began to cry.