Intro
She clutched her chest as she desperately gasped for breath. She had no idea where she had ended up.
Her body was utterly exhausted from running away from her family’s men, especially her father’s.
She was always wishing that she hadn’t been born into high society. She wished she was just a normal person who could go out without trailing bodyguards watching over her or serving her, someone who could walk around without constantly catching people’s attention.
She didn’t understand why so many people coveted the life she had never even wanted.
She preferred to be normal, an ordinary person. She wished she had just been exactly that.
The airport where she stood felt like a massive new world to Anastacia. She had been alive for twenty years, but this was her first time stepping out on her own. She felt like she had been in jail!
She quickly and sharply scanned her surroundings. It was as if she was watching out for someone to ambush her, even though hours had passed without anyone chasing her after she boarded the plane to a country she didn’t know. The only thing she knew was its name: the Philippines.
She looked down at the clothes that almost fenced in her body, meant for the freezing environment she came from. The thick, animal-skin fabric she wore seemed completely inappropriate for this tropical place.
She could finally see the exit of the airport. Her escape felt like true liberation, as did her outright defiance of her father’s demands.
But just as she glanced back at where she came from, her eyes widened. She spotted several men intently scrutinizing every person and scanning every corner where she could possibly hide.
She took huge strides as she headed for the exit. Freedom was finally within her reach. Along with her swirling nervousness came the sheer excitement at the idea that she could finally get away from them!
If this was the only way to gain her freedom, then she might as well finish what she started.
So when she heard a shout from behind, she didn’t hesitate to sprint outside. She looked around frantically for someone who could help her. She never wanted to go back to them. She didn’t want anyone controlling her every move and decision anymore. She refused to bow down to her father’s wishes. Like any other normal girl, she had her own dreams she wanted to achieve. She had her own ideals she wanted to pursue. But all of that was stripped away when her family, especially her father, interfered with her life once again.
Hot tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her face—a sensation she had never experienced before.
A shriek escaped her lips when she crashed into a man who was about to enter his car. Her eyes widened in panic as she saw her father’s men rush outside, looking everywhere.
Terrified of being seen, Anastacia immediately pleaded with the man she had bumped into.
She completely ignored the irritation written all over the stranger’s face. Escaping her pursuers was far more important.
She swallowed hard to soothe her dry throat. The young woman knew that in just a few minutes, her body would completely give out. She was sleepless, exhausted, feeling light-headed from starvation, and totally numb.
“C-can you help me, please? I want to get out of here, please, please,” she begged, pleading for her life, her safety, and her freedom.
Hesitation was evident on the man’s indifferent face, but he eventually agreed, especially since the woman looked like she was about to die from begging so hard.
He actually had a shoot this afternoon. He hadn’t expected that returning to the Philippines would lead to a detour like this.
He smirked secretly.
That was probably just the effect his charm had on girls and women.
He glanced at the woman who kept looking over her shoulder while he drove. He didn’t know the reason why. He cursed to himself, wondering if this woman was involved in some major illegal syndicate.
They arrived at the condo he was staying in temporarily. He would probably be in this country for a month, especially since he had six shoots lined up.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he wondered what the women in the Philippines were like now. He had actually been here before. As far as his family knew—especially his parents and uncles—he was just vacationing in the Philippines, but he was actually living his life in America. And as for the local women? Well, it had been a while.
When he unlocked his condo, he let in the woman, whose body was practically trembling for reasons unknown to him.
The only word that came to his mind to describe the girl was fragility. The little woman looked incredibly fragile.
He set down the food brought over by a friend who had also traveled here from America. His friend was a cameraman, famous for his unbelievable skills in capturing extreme close-up shots. His friend was known in the industry as a cumshot shooter.
Frowning, he watched the woman staring at the food he had brought. He secretly smirked at her reaction.
“You want to eat?” his deep, resonant baritone voice boomed across the exclusive kitchen of his condo.
He scratched the back of his neck when Anastacia immediately nodded vigorously. She innocently licked her lower lip and bit it.
Her long, dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy braid. It matched her dark blue eyes, which still held unshed tears.
He just took a deep breath, shook his head, and prepared the food. Well, he might be wicked in bed, but this was different. He still had a heart, at least.
Bored, he watched the woman eat in front of him. He still didn’t understand why he had allowed this girl to tag along with him.
Damn! He was here to fuck, not to babysit!
Sitting on a long sofa that he almost completely occupied due to his large frame, with his legs spread wide and a scowl on his face, he finally asked her.
“What the hell happened to you, little woman?”
Anastacia stopped eating. Her dark blue orbs met his gray ones. In stark contrast to what he had in mind for her... she screamed of innocence.
Then he discovered another word to describe this girl. That made two.
Fragile and innocent.
But he wouldn’t be fooled by just a pretty face and some timid actions. He had been a victim of this kind of beauty before, and he had learned his lesson. He firmly believed that looks could be deceiving.
He had known that for a long time. Women will always be the downfall of men! Just because of what they have between their legs! And men’s dicks need them to bang on.
Damn! He had banged and eaten his fair share. He spanked a lot of asses and spat on them. And all of them would scream for an orgasm, praising how good he was. They would plead and command him to let them come. They begged him to let them taste him, too.
He was the best performer of his era, even until now. His fans craved him, imagined him, and downloaded and watched all his videos. His fans called him the King of Pornography.
All that was missing was a literal crown for the head of his massive, long friend. At least he had a title for himself.
His dick was a king!
Fuck!
Sometimes, he almost wanted to laugh at the things people said about him.
“T-there’s a goon who wants to take me,” Anastacia lied, stating it matter-of-factly. She couldn’t exactly tell the truth to someone she had just met.
She reached for a glass of water to wash down the food. She hadn’t eaten in two days just to escape. Her body and eyes were swollen. And right now, she couldn’t care less about how she acted at the table. She was certain that if her mother saw her, she would get detention, or worse.
She completely forgot everything she had learned about table etiquette. But she almost choked when the man who had helped her spoke again.
She still didn’t understand why she felt such a strange sensation every time the man’s voice rumbled from his throat. It was so deep that it made the hairs on her arms stand up. It made her shiver, and... something tickled deep within her system.
“Then why did you ask for my help? Do you really think I’m a good person?”
His voice was rough—so manly, deeply masculine, and full.
