Chapter 3 One Fine Day

• One fine day, I was alone at home, while all my family went to work. It's times like these that I love the most. It made me feel like the sole owner of our luxurious mansion. The big mistress, perhaps.
• The servants were working at their respective tasks. I had no intention of interrupting them just to beat the boredom. Sometimes I took a stroll around the house, the garden, until I stopped by the second floor library for a while.
• I was so absorbed in reading a book that my instincts only just noticed the presence of someone behind me. It made me turn around and freeze in surprise to find out who it was.
• Calvin. His tall stature loomed over me like a giant. Every time I saw him, I never felt calm.
• "Are you home?" I asked in surprise.
• "Yes, I came home early on purpose. Because I thought you'd be lonely at home," Calvin said.
• "Of course not!" I snapped.
• "Oh?" Calvin grinned, taking a step forward. Making me reflexively take a step back.
• "Are you glad I'm not home?" he teased.
• I couldn't escape. My back hit the bookshelf, and I was crushed by Calvin's large body from the front. "What does big brother mean? How could I be glad you're not around," I lied, forcing a smile onto my face.
• "Hoo?" Then, he suddenly pulled my hand away. Calvin dragged me to sit on the sofa. He pulled my waist so that I was sitting on his thigh.
• "I want to talk to you," Calvin said hugging my stomach, signaling me not to move much.
• "So, talk," I said looking at him in surprise.
• "I already know who will be your fiancé," Calvin said.
• "So?" That wasn't strange to me anymore. He must have found out the ins and outs of every man who approached me like he had in the past.
• "He doesn't deserve you."
• And, as I expected, she would say it. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "All the guys I've been close to, too, you've always said he's not right for me. What's the reason this time?" I rested my chest. Waiting for Calvin's explanation for the assessment of my new fiancé-to-be.
• "Anyway, he doesn't deserve your life. Only I can determine that."
• "That's not the answer I want to hear," I snapped. This Calvin was selfish. "It's my life, I alone will decide the course of my life!" I was annoyed. I tried to get down. But Calvin's arm was so strong holding my stomach.
• "Brother! Don't bother me reading!" I protested sullenly.
• Suddenly my vision seemed to spin, Calvin pulled me up instantly and realized he was already on top of me lying on the library sofa. "If he proposes to you and you accept, I'll make sure your engagement is off, Clara," Calvin threatened.
• I was used to getting this kind of threat from him. So I had no more fear than to just take his words with a grain of salt. "Yeah, yeah, only in your dreams," I retorted boredly. "I believe in father's choice. He's not just any man, that's for sure," I insisted.
• "Clara."
• I was stunned. The way he said my name sounded different. Her tone of voice was low.
• I stared at his face in panic. Guessing what she would do after this.
• "Do you know, I really hate all men who try to get close to you. I'll teach them an unforgettable lesson if they dare to take you away from me," Calvin said firmly. As firm as the look in my eyes staring at him sharply and seriously.
• Calvin never played around with his own words. If left unchecked, he would get the better of me. "Stop meddling in my business. You should think about your own life. You should bring your woman home and introduce her to us!" I snapped boldly.
• Instantly his grip tightened on both my wrists. I winced. Calvin held my hands next to my head so that I couldn't move freely under him.
• I knew a man's strength was twice as strong as a woman's. And I often experienced pressure from him. Not only the pressure from his sharp mouth but also his physicality that made me helpless.
• Suddenly Calvin lowered his body. "Obey me, then you won't have to get hurt later," Calvin said, further crushing my body and making me seem to be crushed by his giant stature. I was stunned when I felt a blunt object pierce my shaft just below my stomach.
• My eyes bulged. I knew what it was.
• Above my face, Calvin grinned crookedly. "Can you feel it?" he said lasciviously.
• "Get away from me, Calvin! Damn it!" I shouted rebelliously. For the first time I shouted angrily in front of his face. Let it be. He should know that I can get seriously angry.
• Once again, as I had not expected, my attempt to break free was unsuccessful. My strength could not make her release her grip.
• My breath caught. This position was very uncomfortable. It felt so hard and as if it was trying to stab me, only to be blocked by our clothes.
• Who would have thought that this situation would make me feel a hot sensation down there. I realized. My body can't understand what my brain is saying right now.
• "Not until you promise me," Calvin said. His words seemed to give me some relief. But it still meant I would be shackled by him later.
• I wanted to say something to him, but was afraid my voice would sound strange and he would laugh at me.
• "What is it?" I asked after controlling my breathing heavily.
• "Rejecting all the men father offered."
• The terms sounded so simple.
• "Alright, I'll reject them!" I gave in. He had to get away from my body before anything untoward happened.
• I only made a verbal promise. Of course, I wasn't that agreeable to him, especially since this incident made me even more determined to leave home and rely on working with my future husband. After all, that man has to help me!
• "I'll make sure he surrenders first before meeting you, Clara," Calvin said and then reached for my full lips.
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