Billionaire’s Forced Priced Possessions

Calistas POV

Ouch! Why does my head hurt this much? I raise my hand to my head as I struggle to open my eyes. It takes me a while for my eyes to get fully adjusted to the light in the room. I use my palm to shield my eyes from the light, as I look around the strange room. How did I come here and why? I try to recall about what might have happened for me to end up in a room. I remember coming to a party, then the balcony and then… my heart flutters in joy as I remember the gorgeous guy. What is his name? Oh! Right, he didn tell me. He doesn even know mine.

He was quite a gentleman. Where could he be right now? Maybe he slept in another room so that I could have my privacy. I need to freshen up before he finds me all filthy. As I am getting off bed, I feel a sharp pain below my abdomen that makes me clutch my stomach. What happened to me? Did I fall and hurt myself? But I don remember.

I remove the sheets off my body, and I gasp when I find myself totally naked. I have no single cloth on. My heart beating rapidly as my whole body seems to be in pain. My mind thinks something horrible has happened to me, but I brush the thought away.

No! No! No! Its not true.

I cry out as I realize that my fears are true. i get off bet with the sheet in my hands, I realize that there is a blood stain on the sheets. I ran my fingers on my v****a just to make sure. But I am already freaking out.

Oh no! He took my virginity away without my consent. He raped me! I was so wrong about him. I thought he was a gentleman. But he took my most prized possession away from me. I am such a fool. I feel tears of pain streaming down my eyes as I clutch my chest from physical pain. My V****a is on fire, its like I slept with a thousand men. I cry because I am a fool, I played hard to get with Parker and now just because of a stupid party, I lost everything to a stranger.

I get up from the floor and I head to the bathroom. I feel pain all over my body as I scrub my skin. What did he do to me?

After the shower, I notice a red shopping bag near the dressing mirror. I look inside, and I find a black flair dress inside. I notice a note inside as well.

LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING, YOU ARE SO SWEET! THIS DRESS IS A THANK YOU BECAUSE I RIPPED THE OTHER ONE APART.

I tear the note apart in disgust as I break down again. What did I get myself into? I am sure he planned to do this to me all along. Thats why he pretended to help me. I wish I could see past his amazing face and physique. I had thought that I had found my person. My heart was totally convinced that he was a nice guy.

Where were my friends when all this was happening to me? Didn any of them look for me? I take my phone and I find no missed call or text message. No one was worried about me, not even Jane. Maybe if she had called me, maybe then I would have gone back to my senses and just maybe I would have escaped this vile man. I can imagine what he did with me because I was unconscious. He drugged me with the lemonade he handed me. I am sure of that. He made me trust him fully before taking advantage of my vulnerability. I just wish he had done it while I was conscious. The way I was last night, it would have meant that I would have agreed to his request. I was smitten by him, no girl could resist him.

I look at the floor and I see the torn pieces of Janes dress. Jeez! Is he an animal? At least my jacket is alright. I need to get away from this place. I need to get some air. I slip on the black dress because I have no other choice. I put on my jacket and my shoes as well. As I am about to leave, I notice a pile of money on the bedside table. I gasp since I have never seen such amount of money at once. I also notice a scrap of paper beside the money. I pick it up and read it.

YOUR PAYMENT.

The note says. What? How dare he? How could he abuse me, then pay me? My anger towards him grows even greater now. I just hope that I will find him because he will pay for what he has done to me. I will report him to the police.

Well, I will have to take the money since I have no penny with me now. And I really need to visit a doctor. I pick the bundle of notes and place them in my jackets pocket. As I am picking the money, I notice something like a business card under the bed. I kneel and pick it up. I read the name on the card: Wesley Hunter. I am sure its him, how he left the card here I don know. All I know is that its my only way to find him and make him pay.

I close the door behind me, and I head to the elevator. I need to go to school, everyone must be gone by now. I don even know what I will say to my mother when I get home. She will surely know what happened to me because anything goes past her. Why did all this have to happen to me? I cry all the way to school. I am sure my eyes are all puffy now. But I cling to the business card as if my life depended on it.