He stepped back again and lazily perched on the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze turned pensive but remained as icy as ever.
— Well, in the dark, no one will care about any of that. No one gives a damn there. You know how places like that work. — His grin widened. — In any case, I know who you really are, Donaldson. But I think it’s better to call you Lexie. Don’t you agree it’s... cuter? Besides, your buddies might hear about some weird chick from the club who goes by Donaldson.
Donaldson clenched his teeth, his fists tightening. He wanted to lunge at the bastard, but a strange, torturous fear gripped him from the inside, rooting him in place.
— Look, fine, — Donaldson exhaled, trying to pull himself together, though his voice sounded unexpectedly uncertain. He took another step back, feeling his knees betray him, trembling as his heels wobbled unsteadily. — I see you’re the big guy here. We got off on the wrong foot. I’m not Lexie. This is all… a mistake. We both have an agreement with Pavel. Let’s just talk man to man — he said, raising a trembling hand in a gesture of peace.
His voice almost cracked as he felt his blood pounding in his temples. His heart was racing wildly, and the lingering sensation of Smith’s earlier touch on his backside burned like a brand. His legs shook, buckling beneath him, as if his entire body rebelled against staying in the room.
Smith squinted, his face twisting into an arrogant smirk.
— Man to man? — he said, rolling the words on his tongue with obvious pleasure. — You’ve got it all wrong, Lexie. — He emphasized the name with such weight that Donaldson wanted to sink into the floor. — There won’t be any man-to-man talk here. — He leaned forward, his icy gaze piercing into Donaldson’s soul. — You’ll speak like a good little girl, and I’ll listen. And if it helps, you can call me Daddy. Not that it’ll last long, right? — Smith smiled slowly. — Just four weeks. You said it was temporary.
— Four weeks, yeah, — Donaldson swallowed the lump in his throat, clenching his teeth. — I have money. A lot of money. I can pay you. Just help me lay low here without all this... dancing around. I won’t cause any trouble. Just leave me alone and...
— Money? — Smith interrupted, feigning surprise. He rose slowly from the table, moving closer to Donaldson. — Sweetheart, do you really think I’d fall for that? You can’t even access your accounts. — His voice dripped with mocking sarcasm. — Funny, isn’t it? Someone so rich, and now you’re just a girl who can’t even swipe a card without permission.
Donaldson gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, but the fear inside kept him rooted. He could feel Smith circling him like a predator preparing for the final strike.
— What do you want? — Donaldson asked, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.
Smith stopped, looking down at him as though appraising merchandise.
— What do I want? — he repeated, as if pondering the question. Then he smirked and leaned in closer. — I want you to behave. To do as you’re told. I want to see you learn to be a good girl, Lexie. Pavel assured me you’d adjust quickly. We have... an arrangement. He says you’ll get used to it soon enough.
— Get used to it? — Donaldson roared, forgetting his caution. — Are you insane?! I’m not going to get used to anything! I’m a man, damn it!
Smith only laughed, his laugh cold and menacing.
— A man? — he repeated slowly, savoring the words. — I think you’re mistaken, Lexie. — He reached out deliberately, his hand closing over Lexie’s chest, sending waves of shame, humiliation, and fury through Donaldson. His body jerked instinctively back, but Smith held firm, seeming to relish every second.
Smith tightened his grip slightly, relishing Donaldson’s futile attempts to wriggle free, and spoke coldly, with a smirk:
— Get your hands off me, you basta... mhmhm! — Donaldson began to shout, but Smith cut him off sharply, yanking him by the waist and silencing his anger with a rough, punishing kiss. It was like a lightning strike: abrupt, brutal, and degrading. Donaldson froze, his body recoiling instinctively, but Smith held him tightly, as though savoring his total dominance.
Donaldson’s eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding frantically. He struggled with all his might to break free, but his clumsy attempts in heels only emphasized his helplessness.
Finally, Smith let him go with a smug grin, wiping his lips with his thumb.
— Welcome to reality, Lexie, — Smith sneered, stepping back from Donaldson with a satisfied look. He turned away, pouring himself a whiskey from the heavy decanter on the table, ignoring the figure before him, trembling with humiliation and rage.