Can Fvck But Can't Talk

“Alia.” He called me after he stopped the car.

From my knowledge, we came back into his penthouse.Before he could even say anything I stepped outside his car. I don’t want to hear anything from him. I just want to be alone.

”Alia!” he called out.

I made my steps faster so he would not reach me. But his foot steps are large and fast that he came after me.

He entered the elevator before me. I'm fuming with rage. I was disgusted by that man's presence, not just because he had abused me in the past but also because I was.

All that was audible inside the elevator was his heavy sighs. Although I can see him occasionally glancing in my direction, my eyes are fixed directly in front of me. Being in the same room as him makes me feel choked. Right now, all I want is to vanish.

The moment the door opened I stepped out immediately. He’s quick reflexes stopped me.

He grabbed my arm and made me face him. ”Wait, Alia— ”

”Let go of me!” I yelled into his face. My hair exploded like crazy because of how harsh I am.

He saw me erupt in rage. He seemed a little surprised by my actions, but he continued to look serious.

"Don't you dare touch me!”

My cheeks are being drenched with fresh tears. I have no idea what's causing me to cry so much. This is not how I am. I'm not one for crying. I had a strong and impartial upbringing. And that thought only added to my annoyance.

“Just tell me what did Mr. Lee did to you while I’m out?”

”You don’t care!” I turned my back on him after that blow.

”Of course, I care!” he yelled back.

I turned back to him because that made my blood boil.

I clenched my teeth before I even spoke. It's a little difficult to fight back because of the height disparity. But I persisted despite that.

I said clearly, "You are just like him”

As he looked me in the eye, his expression darkened and his jaw tightened.

”What a disgusting and lonely life you have, huh? So don’t you even dare say that you care because you shouldn’t have bought me from my father if you really are!”

The final words are mine, I made sure of that. So I ran into my room and sobbed there until the sun set before he could even say anything. He chose not to knock on my door, which is something I appreciate.

After that crying session, my tears stopped and my head began to hurt. I grew tired of lying down, so I simply sat down on the large white couch next to the glass wall. I sat there and observed the sky's color change. from the blue's hue to the various orange and yellow hues.

No people are too strong, so they claim. It's just that you're able to control the discomfort or the circumstance. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I'm really strong or if I'm just making do with the life that's been given to me. I can still picture myself grinning after my father had punched me. And the sensation of freedom I had as I entered the bookstore is still vivid in my mind.

What should I think about that? Is it beneficial? possibly yes You decided to view it from a different angle because the majority of your bad times and unpleasant days were unpleasant. A no, but also? Because you won't know how to drag yourself into that mountain of loss when the pain mounts. You won't comprehend the emotion and will further sink into the hole you created for yourself.

Just like this moment. Even though today may not be the best, at least I will get to see the city and the sun set. the view from the back of our house that I can't see.

I woke up from my nap to a knock. I started to feel annoyed and assumed it was him. I ignored the knocking for a while before becoming aware when I heard a voice.

”Ms. Hampton?”

I gasp. It sounds like a woman. I quickly got to my feet and stepped through the door as I opened it slowly. I am correct. A woman of middle age pushed the door open. She presents a polished and formal appearance.

”W-Who are you?” I asked.

I probably look a mess at the moment. Sure, crying has made my eyes puffy, but who cares? Simply put, I'm curious about her unexpected appearance. I believed that the only people who resided here were a man and myself.

”I’m Dorothy. Mr. Evans’ secretary.” she smiled.

I wait for her to say something as I just stare at her. She finally cleared her throat after a few seconds because she felt uncomfortable with my staring at her.

”Mr. Evans told me to give these to you.”

My eye went into the bags beside her. My forehead crumpled a bit because of confusion.

”W-where is he?”

I'm not sure why he was the subject of my opening statement. There's a different person in front of me, so I just want to know. He's the only person I know outside of my immediate circle, and even though I hate and don't trust him, I don't know who else to trust.

”He’s in the Evans’,”

”Evans’?”

She just smiled and nodded. “His company.”

My gaze followed her from top to bottom. She is dressed in a formal outfit, and her pointed heels are very high. My teeth were clenched. She appears young enough to be a secretary but not too young. Just older than Aciel, I suppose.

”And do you mind if we can talk for a bit?” she asked.

I nodded even though I was having second thoughts because I didn't think I was in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone. She is one of the few people with whom I will interact now that Aciel has taken me under his wing.

”Great. She simply grinned at me before walking through the hallway and saying, "I'll wait for you in the foyer.

I took some time to fix myself before going to where she is. I sat down on the couch in silence as she continued to smile mechanically. I wanted to question whether she was actually a human being because of her gray, corporate, and perfectly styled hair.

”Mr. Evans told me to talk to you about some certain matter.”

”Can you stop mentioning his name?” I uttered coldly.

For the fist time I saw a different emotion in her face. She chuckled again shrugging off the awkwardness.

”Do you need anything then? Perhaps, a hair appointment? Or nail care appointment? What do you need?” She smiled.

”That’s what he told you to ask me?”

I gritted my teeth feeling the annoyance once again.

”U-uhm… Yes, Ms. Hampton. He actually told me to help you with your needs and any other concerns.”

I spat a raw laugh. I can’t believe I’m having this nonsense conversation. A man who bought a sex slave doesn’t need to go through this kind of circumstances.

”What about tell him to ask me if I want to be here with him?”

Her mouth parted. “I-I’m sorry, Ms. Hampton but he just sent me here cause— “

”Or at least tell him that I don’t need anything from him. Why does he need to send you here and talk to me? Why? Doesn’t he have the time to ask me those questions?”

I saw how her eyes are now panicking because of my sudden questions. There. Tell your boss about these.

“He can fuck but he can’t talk, is that it?”

She gasp along with the hissed of someone that echoes inside the room.

”Dorothy, you can go now.”

I had trouble breathing. Hearing his voice caused a brief blip in my mind, but I remained composed.

"Yes sir," she said, rising and bowing slightly before stepping away.

He followed in full the moment I saw his shadow after that. He sat idly on the couch Dorothy had occupied. He placed his elbows into his legs while his legs were wide apart. He looked at me while rubbing his brows together and clasping his hands, and I can already predict what he will say.

Despite the fact that his face betrays mockery, he remained silent. I did nothing but stare at him with my icy eyes. I was so sucked down into the eerie silence that I thought I might die.

”I’m here now, Ms. Hampton. Mind to tell me anything? ” he smirked.