Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 10

Chapter 10 A Kiss: I want you to offer a kiss of your own accord, like a devoted wife…

Josh was so startled by the tall man beside him that he curled his limbs inward, hugging his knees as he retreated to the other side of the headboard. The effortless smile and sharp edge on his fair face had vanished, leaving him looking innocent and pitiful.

Rob’s fingers moved aimlessly across the keyboard for a moment, typing out a string of gibberish, though his expression remained unchanged.

As his consciousness fully cleared, the memories of last night came rushing back. Shame caused the blood to rush to Josh’s face instantly, and he felt as if his throat were being constricted. He had never shown such vulnerability and stupidity in front of an outsider; he felt like a panicked little girl who had been taken advantage of!

He took a few breaths, staring at Rob’s seemingly calm and silent face. Several times he tried to curl his lips into a smile and offer some witty remark to excuse his earlier loss of composure, but in the face of the biracial man’s cold, stern features, he couldn’t find any excuse at all. He hurriedly walked into the suite’s bathroom.

The sound of the shower began to splash. Josh leaned his forehead against the marble relief, using the steam and the cool stone to quickly clear his head.

More than his recent loss of composure, Josh actually loathed his own lack of vigilance last night and the fact that he had slept soundly through the entire night. He was staying in the home of a strange, young, wealthy man—a man who had designs on him and whose shifting moods were unpredictable. All of these were factors that should have kept him on high alert. And yet, what had he done?

He had slept soundly all night, as if this inexplicable man actually made him feel a long-lost sense of security. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so peacefully. Even back when he was still a young master, Josh had found it difficult to get a good night’s rest amidst the gaps in his hedonistic lifestyle, let alone now that he had fallen into such dire straits.

He shouldn’t be this relaxed, nor should he expose his weakness to others.

They will swallow you alive, Little Pumpkin. Everyone out there will. You need to think carefully about the price of rebellion.

His half-sister Jacqueline’s warning still rang in his ears. Josh reached out to turn off the shower, stepped out of the steam, and finished grooming himself.

Josh picked up the wristwatch he had left in the bathroom while showering last night—the only luxury item he hadn’t had time to pawn yet—and fastened it back onto his wrist. After six months of hardship, the watch’s clasp no longer fit perfectly; it hung loosely on his pale wrist, leaving a faint pink indentation.

It was past ten o’clock. Josh realized he had already missed a part-time dog-walking gig, and the essay ghostwriting project he was supposed to deliver to a client today wasn’t finished yet. More importantly, once he left the bathroom, he would have to face his biggest trouble.

His few changes of clothes were still in the small backpack on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Josh had no choice but to put on the white shirt and trousers he had worn yesterday. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Good morning, sir. Please forgive my earlier loss of composure. I am not yet familiar with… Josh paused meaningfully, lowering his voice: …the excessive intimacy of last night.

Ha.

Rob seemed to let out a short laugh, though the mirth didn’t reach his eyes. His icy blue eyes looked over coldly from behind his glasses, and he frowned upon seeing Josh’s attire.

You’re still wearing that ugly watch.

He suddenly changed the subject, his light-colored pupils showing a mechanical coldness under the light. It doesn’t suit you. The closet in the second bedroom on the third floor is stuffed with clothes and accessories you can wear. You can throw that thing away.

The same familiar rudeness, the same inexplicable behavior. The deliberate curve of Josh’s lips tightened as he smiled.

You are certainly welcome to take over my wardrobe and style. After all, as of last night, I am your doll, daddy.

He couldn’t entirely hide his sarcasm and sharp edge, but Rob didn’t seem to care. With a wave of his hand, Rob remotely controlled the screen across the room, and a record of Josh’s expulsion from school was displayed.

Josh looked at the photo of himself on his student record, his bright smile mocking him. His fingers turned white from the force of his own grip.

He had been secretly advised to withdraw because of several instances of well-documented plagiarism. The school had allowed him to keep some dignity, though it was mostly to protect the school’s own reputation. The expulsion record was sealed, and officially, it was listed as a leave of absence.

However, international students always had their own social circles. His scandals had long since been turned into hundred-page PowerPoints for everyone in the community to gossip over.

Rob didn’t spare him any face. The expulsion record projected on the screen was like a silent act of contempt, mocking his stains, his shame, his poverty, and his desperate situation.

Only bloodthirsty predators enjoyed slowly tearing away their prey’s skin, greedily licking the fresh plasma as it flowed out.

Josh’s smile faded. He thought he finally understood what Rob truly wanted.

Perhaps he had been wrong about the man all along, thinking he was just a shallow person obsessed with beauty and seeking fun. But what this man wanted wasn’t just superficial carnal desire.

What he wanted was Josh’s blood-soaked misery and his groveling pleas. Wealthy men with this kind of fetish would pose as saviors near their prey, not satisfied with a quick kill, but rather keeping the prey caged to prolong the fun. They wanted to admire the breathtaking struggle of the prey at every moment—their blood and their begging—until the prey’s beautiful shell withered and became empty, losing its last drop of entertainment value.

He really is a pervert.

Josh sneered inwardly, but Rob wasn’t looking for a reaction. He simply spoke in a businesslike tone.

I conducted a more thorough investigation.

The man’s expression turned somewhat dark, making his light blue eyes seem even colder.

Now, we should discuss the contract, Josh.

Of course. It’s not as if I have any reason to refuse you, sir.

Josh’s sarcasm was once again completely ignored.

Your situation is worse than I imagined. Rob closed his laptop and stood up. Being a fallen young master isn’t an act you’re playing; your actual circumstances are far worse than you look. I know you won’t tell me the truth, but I can’t think of a reason why you haven’t asked your siblings or friends for help over the past six months, choosing instead to remain isolated and helpless.

Oh, such familiar arrogance. Josh let out a low laugh, not letting anger distort his features.

It wasn’t for any noble reason, sir. You see, I made a crucial decision two days ago—to sell my own body. I already shared a bed with you last night. Setting aside the fact that you weren’t my first choice, I think I can solve my own problems. You needn’t trouble yourself.

His smile grew brighter, perfectly masking his other emotions. His flawless exterior clearly displeased the bloodthirsty Rob; the man’s heavy gaze pressed down on him, filled with suppressed rage.

I wasn’t your first choice?

Rob’s voice was full of threat. He seemed to want to say something, but he forced it back down and turned to open a door.

Josh watched without flinching as Rob’s smooth muscle lines rippled with his movements, full of unvented power and explosiveness. However, the man had no intention of resorting to violence for the moment; he simply brought back a meal tray.

On the tray was lightly seasoned food; the scent of perfectly cooked buttered scrambled eggs wafted through the air.

The man placed the tray on the small bar in the corner of the bedroom and gave Josh a cold look.

Eat.

Josh’s stomach gave a timely sting, though he couldn’t tell if it was from hunger or disgust. Knowing he couldn’t escape Rob for the time being, he obediently sat down at the bar.

He hooked one long leg around the stool, his toe touching the floor as he sat only on the edge. The chair propped up the only part of him that still had some flesh, making it look rounded beneath his thin trousers.

Rob stood nearby, watching him put small bites of food into his mouth. The fire in Rob’s heart, mixed with unvented desire, built up into a sense of frustration. It was almost laughable; except for that tumor in his second year of high school, Rob’s life had always been smooth sailing. He had enjoyed massive success at a young age, yet all his achievements seemed insignificant the moment he looked at Josh.

Even while eating breakfast in humiliation, his ex-boyfriend who had come out to sell himself still looked as elegant as a white waterbird skimming the surface of a lake.

No one can keep a bird from flying, and Rob was no exception.

But he was determined to keep him.

I am your only option. He said in a deep voice.

The contract is simple. I will give you enough money every month to keep your mother out of prison. I will also give you an unlimited black card to satisfy all your material needs. In return, you need to satisfy me. There is no second option, no room for argument. Just obey me and be a good sugar baby.

Josh paused, then took another bite of his sandwich as if nothing had happened, chewing slowly.

You’ve told me repeatedly that you have no interest in me, so I’m afraid it’s hard for me to guess how to satisfy you. Josh wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his gaze deliberately sweeping over the expulsion record as he put on a look of sudden realization. Oh, do you get pleasure from humiliating me? How noble. I must admit, you are very generous when it comes to satisfying your private fetishes.

His misunderstanding and smear only made Rob laugh coldly. He knew that provocation, irritation, and waiting for an opening were Josh’s usual tricks, but unfortunately, he wouldn’t be led by the nose.

You can’t imagine the pleasure I get from you.

—And you have no idea the humiliation your forgetting has brought me.

He placed a black card next to the meal tray.

I have a meeting at eleven. The family doctor will be here in half an hour to give you a full checkup. If anything comes up, call me. Your wardrobe is in the adjacent suite; your things will be moved to the master bedroom gradually. The entire house is open to you. I don’t want to restrict your freedom, but if the doctor says you need rest, then you will rest.

He picked up his laptop and walked toward the suite door, not truly caring about Josh’s response—just as no one cares how a pet cat meows.

One more thing.

He suddenly stopped. The next time you see me, Josh, I want you to offer a kiss of your own accord, like a devoted wife and a lover in the heat of passion, welcoming me home.

The door closed. Josh slowly gripped the black card, its sharp edges stinging his palm.