My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Julian De Luca
“You’re going out there to meet several men. Make sure to please them as much as you can. Don’t embarrass me,” Michelle warned as she pulled Anastasia into the room where all weird-looking men were seated with either one or two ladies seated on their lap and giving their rods some personal hygiene.

The air was filled with a toxic smell that made her feel dizzy but she pinched herself hard to stay awake.

Soft-toned music could be heard as some partly half-naked ladies swayed their bodies to the tune, attracting some of the men as they sprayed money on top of them.

“Now go!!” Michelle pushed Anastasia slightly.

Anastasia staggered a little but found her bearing and stood normally.

There were a few glasses of champagne in a tray on her left hand. She had no idea if she was to serve them and seduce them or if she was to throw the drinks at them.

Either way, she was loving the second idea and looked forward to doing it. However, the sharp pointy glare stabbing her back which came from behind her warned her not to do anything stupid.

She’d just been sitting casually on the bench when Michelle ordered her to follow her. They ended up getting in the car, but Anastasia was blindfolded on the way so she wouldn’t see the turns they would be taking until they got to their destination.

This only piqued Ana’s interest when Michelle quickly brought her to a makeup room to get her all dolled up—an attitude which Anastasia found odd—and then given a tray to serve drinks to rich men and entertain them.

Anastasia stylishly pulled her dress down since the length only covered up to the base of her buttocks. With the slightest move, her panties could be revealed.

She still wasn’t sure what she needed to do. But she went with the flow anyway.

“Good day, sir. Would you care for a wine?” She asked a man who seemed to be in his early thirties. He was clad in a strikingly dark suit which Anastasia believed must have been personally tailored since it had an angelic pendant design that was of the same shape as his tie and shoes. And they fitted him exquisitely well.

His hair was tied into a ponytail, however, it still touched past his shoulders.

He had a pair of gold earrings that shimmered under the glowing chandelier light above them, making him look like a model.

But Anastasia knew too well to be admiring a man who was involved in sex trafficking.

The unknown man tore his gaze from his partner whom he was sharing a few words to cast his gaze on Anastasia. His glare was intense, as if annoyed at Anastasia who had just interrupted him.

Gently, Anastasia took half a step back in case she’d done the wrong thing.

“And you must be?” The man asked, sizing her up with an unreadable expression.

Anastasia wasn’t at all affected by his actions. After all, she was a sex slave who wasn’t supposed to have emotions, so she gulped down her fear and acted soft and timid like she’d been taught to for the past week.

“I’m Anastasia, sir,” she responded as respectfully as she thought she needed to be, her head lowered as a sign of surrender, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Anastasia hey…” he repeated her name several times as he felt the letters smoothly roll off of his tongue, his gaze still on her before it finally settled on the tray of drinks she held with her hands. He reached out and took one. “Look at me,” he demanded with so much authority Anastasia didn’t think twice before she did what she was told.

The consequences of her actions the second day she’d arrived at the house still lived rent-free in her memories, and she didn’t wish to cause trouble in a place where she knew no one would stand up for her.

“Who brought you here?” He questioned, and without wasting any single second, Anastasia pointed at Michelle who was checking up on the men and asking if they were comfortable.

Something dawned on her. Michelle was the head of the party? Or was she just helping out? She still wondered how Michelle had gotten so much power especially after Elizabeth told her she’d taken everything Michelle owned in the past.

Although her gaze was on Michelle, Anastasia could feel the unknown man’s gaze on her instead of looking at the person she was showing to him.

Slowly, the unknown man tore his gaze from

Ana looked at Michelle and a small frown settled on his face.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ the man thought to himself.

“Come have a seat with me, Anastasia,” he ordered.

“I’m sorry but I’ll have to decline such an offer, sir. I need to offer this wine to everyone else,” Anastasia replied.

“Don’t worry. I’ll drink them all,” he said, catching her off guard.

The way he looked at her made her feel uncomfortable as if he wanted to read every one of her thoughts. He studied her like an open book.

Unfortunately for him, for the past week, Anastasia has learned how to mask her feelings and emotions. It took her one week to realize she needed to hide everything she felt to look unaffected.

“Come sit,” the unknown man said, patting a space for her to take a seat.

Anastasia silently placed the tray on the table and took her seat as he’d wanted her to, his gaze still on her which crawled on her skin like a worm.

“I’m Julian De Luca, and it seems you must be new because I’ve never seen you here before. You’re one of the girls Xander brought it to recently,  Anastasia Wallace.” He didn’t ask but stated, which had Anastasia wondering how he knew her supposed last name.

‘Does he know who Xavier Wallace is?’ She wondered as she stared at her shoes.