He didn't release me until my cheeks started to turn red and began to groan.
I fell onto the soft carpet and immediately hugged his leg without even calming my breath, begging, "Mr. Thompson, please trust me. I didn't betray you."
"So what were you daydreaming about, Huh?" he asked.
I said, "I'm just wondering when I can become your exclusive toy. I don't want to serve other men any more."
Kneeling on the ground, I sobbed and looked into his eyes with pitiful tears. The fear and fragility on my face made me look like a doll that could only cling to him without any thoughts of its own.
My confession seemed to satisfy William as he patted my soft hair and kissed my eyes as a reward for me.
When our lips finally met, he whispered to me, "I won't give you away to anyone else as long as you behave yourself."
I lowered my eyes timidly to hide the disgust in them and tightly grasped the carpet.
William was indeed a psychopath.
He didn't care whether others liked him or not, but such a thing was never allowed on somebody he was interested in, nor did he tolerate his exclusive things being tainted by others.