I wonder what he wanted again. I was only going to the bathroom to calm my nerves and think of my next course of action but there he was trying to stop me.

"Your heels must be killing you by now," he said, approaching me. Before I could protest, he crouched down and reached for my feet. I flinched as his hand touched my leg, a strange tingling sensation running through my body. He carefully removed my stilettos, his hand brushing against my skin. I was filled with a sense of uncertainty - was it fear, nerves, or something else?

He stood up and walked behind me, placing a hand on my dress. I froze, my heart racing as he unzipped the back of my gown. Was he going to undress me?

"I can do that myself"I carefully muttered at once.

"Hmm," was all he said, as he continued unzipping my dress. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. His hand rested on my shoulders as he let the dress fall to the ground. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, as I was left in nothing but my bra and panties. I could feel the blush spreading across my cheeks, and I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands. I felt exposed and vulnerable, my senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment. I was unsure what would happen next.

"I have to go now"I muttered, my breath unsteady.

"Hmm"he nodded. I barely heard him whisper, "Fuck," before he removed his hands from my body and stepped away. I felt a rush of shame, my body betraying me in the most intimate of ways. I quickly scurried to the bathroom, trying to hide my embarrassment. I stood there, breathing heavily, wondering how I could have reacted in such a way. Was it my own body betraying me, or was it something else? I had never felt this way before, and it was frightening and confusing.

When I got out, after taking a long shower to cool my nerves and tied a towel around my body, I saw him already working away on his laptop. I held the towel firmly to my bust and water still dripped from my hair. Kodak noticed I was out but I could tell he strictly refused looking at me. I wanted to ask what cloth I would wear but when I looked to the bed and I saw a night gown already set out on it. I nervously walked towards the bed and quickly picked up the gown before dashing back into the bathroom. When I wore it on, with the new panty he'd also brought out, I was a bit shy to come out again. The night gown was mini and revealed so much of my skin. My nipple stood visible in it and I wasn't ready to let my naive and innocent body think of seducing him. I wrapped the towel around myself, trying to ignore the fact that I was already on the gown. I dried my hair, and took a deep breath before I stepped out of the bathroom. He still didn't look at me, and I was relieved. I walked over to the bed and sat down, my body tense and my mind racing. I wasn't sure how to act around him anymore. I was scared to even lay down, for fear that he would take advantage of the situation. I was trapped in this weird limbo, not knowing what was expected of me.

"If you aren't going to sleep, then come help me with some work"I heard him say after few minutes had passed while I still sat quietly. "I need you to run through some files, proofread a few texts and have them arranged in accordance of hierarchy"he stated.

I stood from the bed at once and made to move to where he was but remembered I still had the towel around me. "Uhm"I mumbled "I would need a jacket please"I told him. I saw him quickly stand and move to the wardrobe, he brought out one of his tee and threw it to me. "That's all I've got"he said and went back to his work. It seemed he was avoiding looking at me.

I appreciatively wore them on and returned the towel back to the bathroom. Although the tee was not long, it covered much part of my upper body and I was entirely encompassed in his unique cologne scent. I softly inhaled it a million and one times. Only my lap was visible now but it was probably manageable. I finally moved to him and he handed me the files I was to go through still without looking at me. I went over to the next seat and sat down, placing the files on the table.

I was honestly expecting to see contracted text deals with other drug dealers but what I saw was entirely different when I opened the files. Journals, texts, articles and activist speeches on racism was all over the place. What? Who the hell was this guy?

"What are....."

"Just be silent"he quickly cut me off.

"I just want to understand"I stubbornly replied

He kept mute and continued with his work.

"I can't work when I know nothing about what I am doing?"I continued "Do you mind?"

He finally turned to look at me and I saw him gulp hard. It was a quick glance and he looked away.

"Its not so easy to say"he finally said

"Why?

"I've been working on this for 13 years now. I can't make any mistake, I'm almost close to what I want" he said.

"Drugs?"I asked.

"No, freedom"he responded.

I almost scoffed, chuckled and made a mockery laughter but I held back. He was talking of freedom indeed. Haha. And he has me and my family hostage?

I decided not to ask further questions and concentrated on the work he gave, doing exactly what he asked me to do.

Once I was done, I was really exhausted and interestingly, Kodak was still working, he didn’t look tired.