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Capítulo 20: Sneaky Master

"Let go of Ei..." Joshua's voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with Eileen to come back to him. But she didn't move, frozen in Cillian's grasp.

"I do not know you, Mister," She interrupted him, hee voice firm but laced with desperation. She didn't want to be caught. "Please leave me and my...my Master alone."

Joshua: "..." What was she saying? Was she talking to him? His eyes locked onto Eileen, his gaze burning with a silent appeal.

Cillian's grip on her only tightened, his arms wrapping around her like a possessive vice.

"Ah, the doll has a master, how...interesting," Cillian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'm afraid that the master is not letting her go anywhere. She's mine now."

His eyes locked onto Joshua, a cold challenge in their depths.

Joshua's face fell, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. He took a step back, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine...keep her."

He turned to walk away, but Cillian's mocking tone stopped him. "Take this file with you, hiker."

Cillian's hand closed around the file, his fingers brushing against Eileen's as he took it from her grasp.

His arm grazed her breast, and he felt a thrill run through him. He knew she was naked under the robe, and the knowledge only added to his excitement.

"Good!" he thought to himself, as he handed the file to Joshua.

He was having a good time with the thrill of playing games. Especially the game of possession and seduction but also acknowledging Eileen's secret.

He knew! He was too smart not to know - she was pretending to be a doll, but he was aware right from day yesterday that she was a real woman.

His mocking tone and gestures were a way of taunting Joshua, but also of flirting with Eileen, who was maintaining her doll facade while secretly fearing Cillian's discovery of her truth.

Ain't that a wonderful plot twist now?! Haha!

Joshua hastily grabbed the file and started to leave, not even looking back.

Meanwhile, Eileen was about to rise from Cillian's lap where she sat, but before she could, Cillian's hand slipped under the bathrobe, his fingers tracing the curves of her inner thigh.

His other hand firmly gripped her waist, keeping her seated on his lap, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

"Where are you off to, doll?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't forget you're here to serve."

She recoiled, anger and revulsion flashing across her face. In a momentary surge of defiance, she raised her hand as if to slap him.

But before she could react, he swiftly seized her waist, deftly twisting her around until she was forced to straddle him.

"Now, now," he chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who taught my doll to raise her hand to her master?"

'Psh, I feel like spitting in his face. How can someone so handsome act so disgustingly? Pig!' she thought with disgust.

How much longer could she keep pretending? What would happen if she revealed she wasn't actually a doll?

Eileen's eyes briefly flashed with defiance, but she quickly masked it, returning to her doll-like facade.

"Nowhere, master. I wasn't going anywhere," she replied calmly, her voice void of emotion. "I was just adjusting my position to better serve you."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but Cillian's grip on her waist tightened, his hand under her dress pulling her closer.

"Good," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "I wouldn't want my favorite doll forgetting her place."

The car was now empty, Levy having taken the hint to retrieve the files from the house and stay there for a while after his boss instructed the lady to sit on his lap.

That was when he made his exit.

Meanwhile, Eileen knew she needed to take control of the situation. She thought to herself, "Men, especially disgusting ones like this, often try to exploit a woman's fear.

I need to be brave and bold and find a way out of this. Come on, Eileen, you're an award-winning businesswoman with the highest IQ - use your skills!"

But she was aware that this wasn't a business deal, and she had never been in such an intimate and uncomfortable position with a man before.

Her past experience with Ethan, who never even looked at her, was of little help in this situation. Tch!

Closing her eyes briefly, Eileen tried to gather her thoughts and focus amidst the unsettling situation but how could that be?

"You're naked," he whispered huskily, his voice low and rough.

She literally could hear his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke, and she felt a surge of fear mixed with adrenaline.

She gasped, pulling in a sharp breath, and pushed herself forward slightly, trying to steady herself. He responded with a low, menacing hiss, his body tensing beneath her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm not sure if you're genuinely innocent or..." His words trailed off, and he shook his head, a playful glint in his gaze.

"How can you say I'm your master when you can't tell right now if I'm okay or not?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm and teasing.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with conflict and uncertainty.

"Don't you feel it?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, his hips nudging upwards and then back down. His face contorted, trying to conceal a powerful emotion behind a faltering smirk.

She barely had the time to think his words and actions through because she felt his fingers grazing around her punani.

Eileen: "...."

"Shh, hold still. I wouldn't do much," he murmured and that was her body needed to comply and go against her brain.

She just kept silent, looking into his eyes that held still to hers too. She was utterly speechless.

He lifted her a bit to adjust his right hand under her and then slipped his middle finger into her.

"Wh..." She gasped, not knowing what to say because her body was responding instantly to that touch.

Cillian loved that response, it made him burn with desire. He felt like kissing her, capturing those lips in his and then fiercely suck on it, possessively even but...

But NO! This wasn't his woman, he didn't know who she was in fact he didn't know why she was in his house. 'i need to stop this...'

Just when he was about to let go, he felt her melt into him. Her hands clutched his suit so tightly, pulling him closer.

Her inner walls clenched around his one middle finger and she tugged her hips closer... That was a movement from her side. She wanted it too.

He pulled his finger out abruptly, though his eyes never left hers even when hers closed yet at his sudden action it opened up.

"You're letting me do this, you'd fully be mine if you release," he whispered though it came out sounding as a growl, his voice filled with possessive intensity. "What do you say?"

"Are you asking for my permission? Since when did master frosty need permission to get services from his doll?" She blankly said.

She was really engulfed by that moment and she couldn't think clearly. All she wanted right now was to experience that again, whatever it was!

Well..... Sadly....

"Get down, I'm late for work!"


next chapter

Capítulo 21: She Met Clyde

Mr. Frosty hadn't returned after what happened. He went back to the office and didn't come back for 48 hours... Two days!

A stroke of good luck for Eileen, as it even gave her a free chance to call Clyde to arrange a meeting the day after what had transpired between her and Mr. Frosty.

Speaking of that day, Ugh! She didn't even want to think about it.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, her gaze wandered to the entrance of the shopping mall. 'Egh, he's finally here!'

She chided herself mentally, spotting a man in a baby blue plain shirt, white straight pants, white Holland sneakers, with a lens on and his hair covered by a white face cap.

"He's still the same. Clyde didn't change," she unconsciously blurted out, a smile tugging at her lips.

Her savior was finally here.

As she started to move towards him, taking only but a step, a female security guard's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Hey, you! Ma'am, you've been in that scarf area for hours! Don't be sneaky," the guard said, pointing a finger at Eileen and raising her voice.

Eileen's heart skipped a beat.

She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't realized how long she had been standing there.

She quickly grabbed a random scarf and made her way to the checkout counter, trying to act casual.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to decide on a color," she said, flashing a quick smile at the guard.

The security guard narrowed her eyes. "You've been acting suspicious. Do you intend to pay for that or not?" she demanded.

Clyde, who had been approaching, saw the commotion and quickly stepped in. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, his voice calm but with an edge.

"Is she your friend?" The guard first asked, sizing Clyde up.

Clyde nodded his head affirmatively, ignoring the lady's hungry gaze.

"Well, your friend here has been loitering around the scarves for a suspiciously long time," the guard retorted.

Clyde's eyes instantly flashed with anger. Did this guard know who she was talking about?! 'That's Miss Eileen Sterling, you're talking about! The damn Lady Boss of the Business World!'

He opened his mouth to talk but Eileen quickly grabbed his arm, sensing his rising temper.

"It's okay, Clyde. I'll just pay for the scarf to clear up any misunderstanding," she said, trying to diffuse the situation.

Well, you all know Eileen, she was a born trouble maker! But right now, she wasn't in the mood to reply to this guard. No time to trash now!

Eileen reached into her pocket, but her heart sank when she realized she didn't have any money.

True, she's been a doll in Mr. Frosty's house without… oh no!

She bit her lip, feeling the weight of the guard's accusing stare.

Clyde immediately stepped in, pulling out his wallet. "Here, I'll pay for it. Pick the blue one, Miss Sterling. It will suit you best," he said smiling at Eileen, handing over the cash to the guard.

The guard grudgingly accepted the payment and backed off.

Eileen wrapped the new blue scarf around her face, trying to hide her identity. It's just been six months and some days since that awful day, people would still recognize her in public.

Clyde gently guided her out of the store. "Let's get some mint-flavored ice cream across the road. I just hope it's still your favorite," he said with a reassuring smile.

Eileen smiled slightly, looking up at Clyde whose hand was on sticking herself to him. "I didn't change, Clyde, just as you didn't."

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At the ice cream joint, while standing and waiting for their order, a random guy walked up to them and said, "Hey, couple, where can I locate..."

He stopped when his eyes caught a glimpse of Eileen's side profile. She seemed familiar.. hmm..

"Yes?" Clyde asked, pulling Eileen closer to himself. He had noticed this weirdness.

They did seem like a cozy, bluey couple though.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. It's just that your partner... Ah, forget it. Where can I locate The Jingos?" The random guy went on.

"It's straight, then take that left turn, and you'll see the store," Clyde answered.

The random guy then squinted his eyes, really giving Clyde a hard, scrutinizing gaze. "Clyde from the Sterlings?" He asked.

Clyde looked up at him, finally getting a good look at the random guy. Clyde then smiled and extended his hand to shake. "Yes, it's me, Mr. Terrence. How..."

"Haha, it's alright. Just on an errand for my friend. Enjoy with your wife. Bye."

With that, the random guy left. Clyde watched Mr. Terrence walk away, feeling a mix of relief and caution.

Eileen glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face. "Do you think he recognized me? And who is he?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clyde shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He seemed more surprised than anything else. And forget about who he is. Let's just focus on getting that ice cream and finding a quiet place to talk."

Eileen nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

They collected their ice cream and found a secluded spot in the park across the street.

As they sat down, Eileen couldn't help but feel a sense of normalcy creeping back into her life. For now, at least, she was safe with Clyde.

In the distance, a sharp eye followed the couples, guy on blue shirt and lady on blue scarf.

"Hmm, how does she look like my doll?" Cillian who was in his car blurted out, his voice low and deep.

He had his eyes on this woman since he saw her coming out of the shopping mall. Just looking at her alone made him miss his doll so much. "Good thing I'm on my way home."

Few minutes later, the door to the back seat of the car was pulled open and a man jumped into the car. It was Terrence. All excited, he opened a pink big food nylon.

"Isn't this such a pretty lady's donut?!" Terence said, smiling coyly at Cillian who only looked blankly at the pinkish donut.

"It looks like sugar," he plainly said, wiping the smile off Terrence's face. "Besides, how are you sure she'd like it?"

Terrence scoffed. "Tch! What do you know?! I'm the married one now and believe me when I say, every lady likes this Jingo's Donuts."

Cillian only rolled his eyes in response.

"Come on now, Javier, drive," Terrence urged the driver excitedly then turned to whisper to Cillian, "I really can't wait to see your doll in full life action!"


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