The Vampire Lord's Blood Doll

"Sir?" I walked over, and I called him a couple of times, but he still didn't respond. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a black Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, with a tiny blue light blinking faintly.

I sighed, then I walked in front of him, and I waved my hand.

"William?"

He finally noticed me. He lowered his head, turned the treadmill off, and slowly came to a stop.

He took the earpiece off and placed it on the treadmill. Before I could speak, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and took it off, revealing his sexy abs and strong chest. I watched him take the already soaked material and wipe the sweat off with it. Realising what I was doing, I quickly shifted my gaze to the ground. I felt unable to look directly at him. I was afraid my expression would reveal my feelings.

Even if I tried so hard from the corner of my eyes, I could see him teasingly curling his lips, while he calmly walked to the side. He wiped off the remaining sweat off his body, and he opened a bottle of water to drink.

He only looked at me then, finally interested in what I was doing there.

"What's up?" His seductive voice was so alluring. I hummed in acknowledgment and looked up.

"I went to the hospital to see Miley. She seemed off, but the doctor refused to tell her condition. I wanted to ask you what is wrong with her." I ran out of breath after I finished the sentence, feeling the need for air in the end. However, I was aware that the excitement that tortured me wasn't really the interest in Miley's condition. It was the gorgeous man in front of me who obviously enjoyed seeing me struggle.

Hearing my question, he lazily stretched out his long legs, wiped the sweat again, then asked.

"Are you cunningly concerned about her?"

I felt puzzled, understanding his question. Why would I be here otherwise? I thought.

"What else would it be?"

William had a meaningful look at me and beckoned with his finger. I walked over, but when I was close enough, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his embrace. How could I be so dumb? I found myself sitting on his lap in a second, panicking and struggling to get up, but it seemed like my strength was equal to an ant compared to his physical abilities.

"Mr. William, please respect me." I felt my face was flustered by anger. I was sure my thoughts in the hospital were right. He was just treating me like one of his toys, which made me feel so helpless. My eyes started to moisten when he leaned closer to me and looked in my eyes once more.

"Are you truly concerned about her?" He repeated his question.

"Then what?" I questioned back. I was indignant and puzzled.

However, instead of answering, his hand wandered to touch my chest, so he could feel the rapid rise and fall. The worst was that I could see some kind of desire in his eyes as he traced the soft contours. "Your heart is racing. Do you like me?"

My eyes widened. I felt extremely exposed and embarrassed. With my last power left, hardened myself, and stubbornly refused.

"Nonsense. You are my friend's husband. How could I possibly like you?"

"Not like me?" Deep desire flashed in William's profound eyes. Before I could react, he already kissed me.

I had never experienced such a situation before, so I was dumb folded. The desire I felt took advantage of me, and I forgot to resist. I just allowed him to invade my mouth.

His kiss was dominating, just like himself, forcefully taking over me, making me breathing quick and difficult. It took me a while to get back to my common sense and get myself out of the daze of desire.

I finally reacted, and started to struggle, but he held my hands down, forcing me to stay motionless so he could continue to play with me. I could only squirm.

I felt helpless, so as a last way to escape, I bit him hard, causing him to release me.

I hastily got up, flustered, and stumbled away. I distanced myself, and I know my gaze warned her about the anger that was in me.

"You have gone too far. I am the friend of your wife." I panted.

I couldn't understand why this man, whom I had been avoiding all along, and had shown no signs of liking, was so convinced that I had feelings for him. He wiped his lips while smiling.

"Friend? If you truly saw her as a friend, why would you have feelings for me?" He asked, still smiling.

"I don't." I vehemently denied it. I admitted that I was attracted by his sexy looks, but there was nothing more.

He stood up and slowly approached me step by step. That was the point when I started searching for a way to escape, but in a blink of an eye I found myself backed against a wall. Only when he had me cornered did he stop. His tall and strong figure enveloped me tightly, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

I couldn't stop blushing, and my heart was racing, but despite being furious, I also felt a strange excitement.

"Don't like me?" Do you know that the first time you saw me, your eyes were glued to me?" Do you remember? Because I do."

The first time? I recalled the day I came out of the kitchen and was indeed stunned by his handsome appearance. But that was just the admiration of beautiful things. Like a woman admiring a gorgeous dress or jewellery. That wasn't personal at all. I thought I had no choice but to explain myself to him. Even if I wasn't sure what was happening to me, I hoped I would be convincing enough to make him believe I told the truth.

"Sir, you are extremely handsome. Any woman who sees you would be amazed. Just because your looks impress someone doesn't mean they have feelings for you."