4 years and 11 months from now till I get my freedom back. It's been one month since I signed the contract. Everyday he makes it more and more impossible to stick around. Sometimes I just want to accept Chris' offer and get away from here. Might as well skip America. Don't want to be in the place as Damien at all.

Right now I'm getting ready to a dinner with Greyson. Don't even ask how I agreed to him. First he got my number from god knows where and then disturbed me with his annoying continuous messages. He made me say yes to him. Gosh how infuriating that boy is. I just agreed cause it was Sunday and I was getting bored.

I put on my blue dress and did little bit of makeup. I set my hair in a high ponytail and decided to wear heels. I hate heels but it was just complimenting the dress and the look. For the first time in life I was feeling very lady like.

Damien has been sitting on the living room for past 6 hours, on the couch with his laptop and files here and there. Workaholic ofcourse busy doing the work. As I walked around the house, my high heels sound made Damien to turn and look towards me.

His eyes snapped to my body. Looking up to down with a blank look. He then stared right in my eyes, giving me a disappointed look. And then his forehead creased in question, "May I ask where are you going, Miss Smith?"

"To a dinner with a friend." I replied to him.

He scoffed at my answer as if not believing it at all, "You don't have friends." He stated and chuckled to himself as finding his joke to be the best of the century.

Well that was hurtful.

"Doesn't matter what you think, Mr Knight. I'm going out, anyways I already cooked the dinner and it's in the microwave." I said but before I could proceed on going away from this hell hole, he stopped me, "You can't go, Miss Smith."

"Who are you to decide for me?"

"Your owner." I literally laughed at his choice of words.

Rolling my eyes at his stupidity, I walked towards the door.

"Clause no 3, you have to ask for my permission before going out." He said and I looked up at him, confound.

What clause?

He then pointed at the file which was on the couch, indicating me to read it. I went towards it, and read it through. It was filled with different types of stupid clauses. And then guess what I saw? My signature. The contract. This is the contract with stupid clause.

How unbelievable.

How did I not see this before signing?

Did I really sign myself to him like that?

Half of these clause doesn't even give me full time freedom.

I have to be there whenever he needs me.

I have to properly take care of him. What is he? A child.

Wash his clothes, press it and organize it.

And the list goes on.

The last clause was; he is your full time owner.

What does that even mean?

This all just sounds psychopath.

I didn't even know he puts terms and conditions in this contract like this.

By the time I was done reading the contact, I had tears in my eyes. My whole body was shaking due to the information that I just received. These clauses here in the contract makes me feel like I'm some kind of his slave.

I put the file back on the couch and sat there, numb. I heard a deep chuckle and he was indeed enjoying my sufferings. Didn't take you to be that brutal, Damien. Why in the world would you persist on making my life living hell?

"Know what, Miss Smith, you can go on your little date. Next time you better ask for my consent first. I don't like it when my employees don't obey the rules I make."

What are you even saying?

I don't even feel like going anymore.

My phone rang but before I could answer it, it fell down.

The callers name was written on screen, Damien's eyes glared at it.

Greyson calling.

He then glared at me.

The phone stopped ringing.

"So Greyson now, couldn't seduce Christopher into bed?" That was like a taunt, he was just saying anything that comes in his stupid mouth. How unprofessional of you, Mr Knight. And its not even a date. Its just two ex classmates trying to meet up and clear some past misunderstandings.

"You didn't tell me there were clauses in the contract." I blamed him, wiped my tears and gave him an angry look.

"You have the ability to read, don't you?"

"Don't worry you'll be out of here soon." I whispered to myself.

Then my phone rang again.

And that was my cue to run away.

Didn't wait anymore and I was already out of doors.

...

I got out of the cab and now I was kinda regretting coming here at all. Cause he was my bully. What if he just called me here to make fun of me again?

I spotted him right outside the resturant gate, dressed up in a suit, I must say he was looking pretty.

He smiled at me and walked towards me. He hugged me, leaving his manly strong scent on me which I gladly inhaled. I love man scents. Especially his. As his you know who i mean. Yeah, Dmaien. He just smells so good.

"You're so beautiful, Winnie." His eyes showed genuine emotion when he said those words.

You used to call me ugly. Do you not remember?

I wanted to say that but stayed quiet.

He took my hands on his and we went inside the restaurant.

He took me to a room which was expensively decorated with roses and all other different flowers; and candles, giving the room a romantic view.

What's up with all this?

He opened the chair for me showing his gentleman side and then proceeded on sitting too.

He smiled at me this time his smile felt like the guilty one.

"I don't even know where to start all this." I know what he is gonna say.

"If you really regret it then I forgive you." I don't even want to hear him asking for forgiveness.

"You're so nice, Winnie. How much I wish to change the past." I nodded.

As the food came, I took small bites. I wasn't at all in mood to eat or even talk. Just thinking about my life at Damien's. Why is he so controlling. I wonder what his poor fiance has to go though? Poor. That woman is as crazy as him.

He asked me what happened and why am I not eating. Poor boy was thinking I still haven't forgiven him.

"When you left, everyone who used to bully you and all other nerds: they stopped bullying. We were even thinking that you attempted suicide. We stopped and changed ourself."

That's not the full reason why I left. So he shouldn't blame himself. I just stayed quiet throughout the whole conversation. I told him I'm feeling sick otherwise the dinner was really tasty.

Later he dropped me home. Home. Lol! That's not my home. I don't have a home. I hate his penthouse and him.

We were still in the car, I was glaring the tall building, where all my nightmare is.

"Are you dating anyone?" Asked Greyson. I shooked my head in a no. His face bloomed with happiness.

"Maybe we could go for dinner often more?" Wish I could.

"I'll think about it."

"Back then when you left, I was shattered. Even though I always bullied you, there was a part of me which liked you." I was stunned, couldn't even turn to look at his eyes.

"What were you doing with Damien Knight?"

"I'm his secretary."

"Oh! He's already engaged, isn't he?" The question was more directed to himself then me. And I didn't bother answering.

"Do you want me to walk you to your penthouse?" If Damien sees him, he might kill me this time.

"No! it's fine."

"Thanks for the dinner." I thanked him and opened the door to get out.

But before I could proceed what is going on, he lips made contact with my cheeks. He left a wet kiss there which made me super uncomfortable. It wasn't a peck, his lips stuck on my cheeks for quiet sometime. I could feel his tongue coming out of his mouth and on my cheek. Is he licking me? I slightly pushed him.

He jerked himself away and smiled. "You taste nice, Winnie." Now he started to sound creepy. Nevertheless I blushed and rushed out of the car.

When I entered the penthouse, I saw Damien sleeping on the couch. Beside him on the floor, there were 2 bottles of vodka empty. Did he drink all that?

I walked towards him and his eyes snapped opened, "How was your date, Winnie?" He sounded tipsy, fully drunk.

I didn't answer him and decided to leave him on his own. Wanna ruin yourself with alcohol, go ahead I don't care.

When I turned around he got a hold of my wrist making me fall on him on the couch. His eyes were too red, he was so drunk. What kind of unprofessional behaviour is this now, Damien?

"Did he kiss you?" He whispered, his alcoholic breath lingered on my face.

"Did he?" I didn't answer.

"You're blushing. That means he did. Huh?" His hold on my wrist tightened.

"It's none of your business." I gritted out.

"Why would I expect anything less from a whore?" I closed my eyes, his words doesn't even hurt anymore. If you say I'm a whore I don't care as long as I know; I'm not. I pushed him by his chest in a way he left my wrist. I ran out of there to my room.