Chapter 19

Vanilla Night

There was no conversation whatsoever as the two of them enjoyed their dinner and wine. Becky often secretly cast a glance at James Miller, wondering what he would do to her. she wanted to ask, but she knew, even if she insisted him to open his mouth, he wouldn't tell her anything.

Thirty minutes later, plates were empty, James held his wine glass high while raising an eyebrow at Becky telling her to do the same.

Becky nervously raised her wine glass, her eyes staring back at James bravely. Wasn't there nothing more to be afraid of? She had agreed to become his slave, all she needed to do was live everything with a big heart and acceptance. If it weren't for her father's life that was being threatened by her master, she would have chosen to run away from the start.  But now a weird thing happened to her, her body demanded his touch so badly that she felt like she has lost her mind.

Everything would be easier if there weren