The Alpha and Me

Chapter 3. A Surprising Request

Nandini's POV

Throughout the bath and drying I had been occupied in my thoughts. Thoughts that denied to leave my mind. Thoughts that brought more tears in my eyes. Thoughts that made me thought of ways I would avenge them who sent me here.

My father... That filthy disgusting man I called father for twenty four years of my life sold me away.

"Get ready, nandu. I am taking you out to a party." He had said while handling me a parcel.

"What is in this, dad?"

"A lovely dress that will suit my lovely daughter." He had said and I had gladly worn that sluttish gown with slits on both sides.

My full back was left at view. Two strings merely held the dress on my shoulders. The evening air was cool and hence my nipples were hard and visible. It was so uncomfortable that I didn't get out of the car for a few minutes once we reached the avenue. I was not sure if I wanted to be noticed wearing that vulgar dress. But I did as I wanted to impress my father.

He had also given me six inches long heels. The ones you might have seen p*rn stars wear during their shoot. Beastly huge and sexy-- one that sets the opposite gender's heart ablaze and wonder how they'd look to their eyes if the leg wearing them is put on their shoulder, heels facing the ceiling as they kiss the calves.

It made me feel like a slut but I hadn't dared to spell that out. I wanted to respect my father's efforts. Since that was the first time he bought something for me without me asking for it, I assumed he was trying to work on our complicated bonding.

I thought my father truly meant to gift me something sexy. Something that would make every man in the party ogle at his daughter, and make him feel proud as I was his offspring, and that he could brag about having a goddess-like daughter. Alas, he was only dolling me up for a party from where they kidnapped me.

Yeah. I was kidnapped. It didn't click me until I was held by strange men and touch inappropriately. Though I was heavily drugged, but can a woman forget the assaulting touch she feels on her body? Never.

"Your hair is like threat of silk! You are truly a blessed one." An unnecessary compliment snapped me from my reverie.

Even then, slowly during the bath as their not so gentle fingers rubbed body wash on my skin, I recollected as to how I ended up here... And it all began once I entered that party with my father in Hotel Monique.

He said it was a business party as he had handed me a glass of champagne. It has clicked me that it was a party but unlike businesslike given that men were pressed up in the corners with women, eating and slurping on their p*ssies. My eyes shrunk suspecting danger within the perimeter of the party hall. Every eyes was glued on me like I was an appetising ball of tender cotton candy.

I don't drink as it makes me tipsy quicker than expected. That being the case I refused my father. But he told me that one drink won't cause any trouble and that women without a titillating flute in her hand appeared less attractive in a grand party like this.

I trusted him when he bought one for me. The glass shone like a big diamond and its stem was extraordinarily long. It suited in my nicely polished and painted hand. I attempted to avoid drinking it as long as I can unless my father forced it down my throat, using his rough hands.

I guess he was asked to complete his part of bargain without wasting another second and since I was doing everything but cooperate, he made me drink it.

Not even five minutes had passed and I started to feel dizzy. He had feigned to be worried, his hands holding me protectively as though he didn't want any other man touching me with that barely-there dress put on.