The Fallen Salesgirl - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Richard Winston turned on his heel and sauntered back into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa with the smug satisfaction of a man who knew he held all the power.
I trailed behind him, my posture stiff with forced deference, and dipped into a low bow. "Mr. Winston, Vivian is young and reckless. Please, let me apologize for her. I beg your forgiveness—"
"Is this what you call an apology?!" Richard barked, cutting me off with a sneer. "Where's the sincerity?"
For a heartbeat, I stood frozen—until his pointed glare at the floor made his expectations painfully clear. He wanted me on my knees.
Swallowing my pride, I lowered myself reluctantly before him. "Mr. Winston, I'm truly sorry. Please, forgive us."
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stretched out his foot, grinding the sole of his shoe against my collarbone. "Not bad. You're the real obedient type, huh?"
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I kept my gaze down, unwilling to meet the lecherous gleam in his eyes.
But Richard had other plans. He hooked his toe under my chin, forcing my face up.
His smirk widened as he studied me. "Huh. Didn't notice before, but you're not bad-looking. How old are you? Got some guy waiting for you?"
I shook my head. "Twenty-three. No boyfriend."
That seemed to light a fire in him. Without warning, he seized my arm and yanked me toward the bedroom.
My chiffon dress wasn't cheap, so when Richard made a grab for it, I quickly stepped back and slipped it off myself before lying down on the bed.
"Damn, eager little thing, aren't you?" Richard taunted as he stripped. "Can't wait to get knocked up by me?"
I bit my lip and stayed silent, bracing myself as his rough hands roamed without care.
Men like Richard had nothing but disdain for low-level salespeople like me—gentleness wasn't even an option.
Though it wasn't my first time, the sharp discomfort still made my fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me.
Noticing my tension, Richard only grew more relentless.
And in that moment, my mind betrayed me—flashing back to my ex.
He'd been kind. Patient. The sort of man who actually cared how I felt.
But his parents had scoffed at my family's financial situation, and when mine demanded an $80,000 dowry, we'd had no choice but to walk away.
It had been a year and a half since I'd last been with anyone.
Despite Richard's revolting demeanor, his stamina slowly dragged something primal out of me.
Before I knew it, my body had betrayed me—legs locking around his waist, breath hitching into soft, involuntary moans.
"F*ck, you're a natural little slut," Richard jeered, grinning down at me. "All you salesgirls the same?"
I didn't dare argue. Instead, I forced a weak, submissive smile.
If not for survival, who in their right mind would willingly endure the touch of a greasy, middle-aged leech?
Richard's endurance was terrifying, but after half an hour, he finally finished.
I grabbed tissues from the nightstand, cleaning up the mess he'd left behind before turning pleading eyes toward him—silently begging for the property deal to finally go through.
"Relax, sweetheart, no rush on the paperwork!" Richard laughed. "It's the weekend tomorrow, and I've got nothing better to do. You're staying right here to keep me company—we're just getting started."
Then he locked my dress, purse, and phone inside his cabinet.
All I had left was my underwear—until Richard tossed me a spare nightgown, one of those flimsy, strappy things shorter than our office skirts, with a neckline that barely covered anything.
That night, he barely let me sleep, wearing me down until exhaustion dragged me under.
When I woke, sunlight streamed through the windows—past nine in the morning.
The bedroom was empty.
And the door?
Locked from the outside.