CHAPTER 2

A few days without remembering anything at all. I don't know if it's too early to give up, I can only say that frustration is the worst. And my mood is seriously ruined. Calling me a door would be a compliment, because I'm more like a rug thrown on the floor. With no energy for anything, there are times when I even think I've turned into a ghost, I stay in the corners of the house, wrapped in the blanket, going from one side to the other, bored, waiting for my mind get back normal. I could be walking the streets, but when I stepped outside the house, the security guards stopped me, just with a brief shake of their heads. I changed from "persecuted" to "locked in the mansion" without knowing it. I sit on the living room rug and open a can of corn with the bottle opener and eat dinner alone. My situation already causes me agony. I need to do something, I just don't know what. Dominique hasn't even spoken to me, the incident with the car made him very angry. The day after this episode, he didn't even say good morning to me. At two in the morning, I get in the elevator, pressing all the floors and going from floor to floor until I reach the last one, where the game room is. Access to it is locked with a password. I roll my eyes in frustration... all I know is that everything is very boring and I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I'm sure I was an active person, standing around doing nothing is not for me, it depresses me. I feel completely melancholic. I stop the elevator on the second floor.

I walk from room to room, looking at the decor, testing the beds. Each decor is different from the other, everything is very sophisticated. I arrive in front of Dominique's room and a little smirk comes along with an idea. Do you want to know what the person is really like? Check out his room. And I open the door, enjoying the adrenaline, finding some entertainment for the early hours. I enter the space, turning on the lights with the switch and the lights embedded in the ceiling illuminate the large room. As I enter, I notice the warm floor warming my feet, which had been freezing until then. The space is luxurious and refined. In the center is the super king-size bed, with a black chesterfield headboard. The duvet and six pillows, yes, I counted, are navy blue. Opposite, I find a huge TV and two round bedside tables, one on each side, with refined, minimalist lampshades. There is also an automatic fireplace, underneath the TV. The elegant black three-seater sofa looks very comfortable, facing the glass coffee table. I find a control on top of the table and start pressing everything I see. Very loud music starts playing and the window opens giving me a view of the balcony, which is similar to the one in my room. Only Dominique's has a bar and comfortable armchairs. The air conditioning also turns on and soon a female voice says through the speakers:

“Good evening, Dom. Would you like me to adjust the shower temperature to the ideal while the bed warms up?”

“Yes!!!”, I say, eager to try out this shower, “The bath temperature has been set to 38 degrees Celsius and the bed is being heated to 30 degrees Celsius. Everything is ready for you, Dom.”

“Play the paused music.”

And an American electronic beat sounds from the speakers. I walk to the door, closing it and skipping, as I approach the closet that’s attached to the bedroom, with a well-organized space. At the entrance, there’s a full-length mirror. Opposite it, a counter with drawers that serve as support for storing smaller items, such as watches, wallets and sunglasses. The clothes are hung on hangers organized by type and color. Shirts, jackets and pants are impeccably arranged. A section dedicated to shoes in a variety of models, from casual sneakers to leather dress shoes, all lined up on shelves. In the center of the room, a comfortable gray armchair and a small coffee table with pods.

The suite is spacious and steamy, with a double sink and a mirror above it, running from end to end. The towels are chic and gray. The whirlpool is giant and the shower is state-of-the-art, with 1, 2, 3… 12 water outlets! I don't even stop to think about it, I need to try this. The shower in my room is normal! What the hell. I take off my nightgown and panties, throwing them on the toilet.

As I step into the transparent shower, I feel the water attacking me from all sides and really, a shower like that can invigorate anyone. It even wakes up the dead! The soap is liquid and the smell is very woody, so that good smell starts here. The electronic beat continues with everything and gosh, if I had known, I would have come in here ages ago. Best room in the house. Anyway, I finish my shower and go dripping wet to the counter, grab a towel, dry my body and throw it on the sink. I put my nightgown back on. Third shower of the day. When I return to the room, I press the buttons on the remote to close the windows and turn off the music. I doubt he'll be back today. The bed is so inviting and I throw myself onto it. So soft! The mattress seems to wrap me in such a cozy embrace, the temperature is ideal for feeling cozy and Dominique's perfume on these sheets is perfect for taking a nap.

“What the hell is this in my room?!”

I wake up to Dominique's voice and yawn, with my eyes half open

“Lie down here quietly”, I slap the empty space next to me with my hand.

And settle back down, hugging the pillow.

“I told you not to touch my things! Damn it, Kiki!”

I ignore him to see if he gives up, which he doesn't. I feel my feet being pulled and dragged on the bed, where I kick Dominique. I don't even know where it hits, but he gets angry and doesn't give up, grabbing me hard from the bed. With his firm hands, he holds my thighs, I seek support, placing my hands on his shoulders. I blink slowly because of sleep. I haven't slept properly in days! It was nice here. We exchange glances, and I find a grayish color ready to explode. There is vivid fury there. Dominique holds me firmly and my legs lock around his hips, staying close to him, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck. His breathing is heavy and his warmth is good to feel and I notice his hand sliding down the side of my thighs and ass and he squeezes it tightly, sending shivers down my spine. I settle more comfortably in his arms, placing my head between his shoulder and neck, inhaling his scent, digging my nails into his back covered by the gray shirt... And all at once, Dominique throws me off his lap violently, making me fall backwards onto the floor with a strong jolt.

I feel a pain in my hip as I fall to the side and a slight tingling in my ass after the impact with the floor. How unnecessary!

“What an asshole!”, I scream.

He points with his index finger, looking down. His irritation is clear, Dominique's gaze is sharp. The air is charged with a strange electricity, an intense tension that runs through us, as if each glance could set the air between us on fire.

“You should be grateful. There won't be another time, Kiki. Keep to yourself”, his tone is harsh.

I get up from the floor, glaring at him angrily. Noticing his tense jaw and without saying a word, he gives me a sharp look and enters his room, closing the door in my face.

“May this room swallow you up!”, I say in the same tone as him.

I leave, stomping my foot across the laminate floor.

Dom

I've been feeling angry for days now and I know why. I should have left her in that hospital. Better yet, I should have thrown her out of the speeding car in the middle of the chase. That way, she wouldn't have had the indecency to go through my things and sleep in my bed, as if I hadn't told her how much it bothers me when people don't obey me. She has the whole damn house to herself, what the hell! 21 rooms to choose from and none of them pleased the Princess of Monaco, apparently. My suite has never seen so much hair on the floor.

And again that ass of hers, close, free for me to mark however I wanted and her warm body close to mine, at a distance that for me is lawless land. When she comes to my lap, there is no messing around: Either bounce or suck. And then she comes to lie on me? Fuck you. Asking for cuddles? Unacceptable. Not even after the best blowjob I do these antics, this girl is so crazy. It's been three days since this happened and she hasn't even talked to me. Which is great, it saves me. Fucking nosy, I get pissed off with these things.

I press the phone extension:

“Amélie, bring me a coffee, sugar free.”

“Don't worry. By the way, Thierry is coming into your office”

“Hey, Dominique!”, Thierry says as he enters with a worse sense of humor than mine today

“Why didn't that fucking Lohan come?”, I say it without beating around the bush

“I came to ask you why Louis didn't come.”

“What do you mean he didn't come? Is this a casino or a brothel?”, I throw the pen on the table.

“I have a bomb to solve and this bastard hasn't shown up and isn't answering his cell phone”, Thierry holds on to the back of one of the chairs in front of my table

“Send it to me and I'll solve it. I'm not going to lunch.”

Thierry agrees, leaving. It doesn't take long for Amélie to come in with the coffee along with Vlad. Finding him here makes me frown in doubt. After all, I've had him keep an eye on Kiki since the episode in the bedroom. I take the coffee and Amélie leaves.

“What do you want, Vlad?”

“Sir, I came to ask if you need anything. I'm here at the casino until Kiki finishes her lunch with Lohan and Louis”, Vlad says smiling.

I frown.

“So these two are having lunch, Vlad?”, I ask.

“Yes, sir. They went to the mansion to pick up Kiki so she could go for a walk. They said you were the one who allowed it and I went with them. She's so happy. When she wants to be, she can be so sweet and you have to see, she's fitting in. They're going shopping after this”, Vlad says, beaming, proud.

What a bunch of sons of bitches! When did I allow them to get close to Kiki and take her out of the mansion? I thought I made it clear when I said she was trouble, the kind I don't want to share. And now they're taking her out to lunch? She doesn't even eat food! Oh, for fuck's sake.

“That's right, I had forgotten”, I get up from my chair, “I'm going to the restaurant with you.”

Big sons of bitches! That's what these two are. And we left my office, passing by Amélie.

“Cancel the meeting now”, I warn.

Thierry, who is next to Amélie's desk, drinking a glass of water, shakes his head indignantly and before saying anything stupid, he says again.

“I'll take care of yours after lunch, Thierry. I'm hungry.”

I won't stay so you can try to contest my bipolar lapse. I won't let those two get on top of Kiki, not for fuck's sake. It's in my house, it's mine, there's no arguing and I'm just going to see how far this bullshit goes. I just want to see the faces of those clowns when I get there. Who takes Kiki out of the house without telling me? They don't even know how big the problem is. Those bows and that angelic face are deceiving. I'm glad I didn't fall.

“Sir, is everything okay?”, Vlad asks as we enter the elevator.

“Sure”, I huff angrily. I don't usually hide my shitty face when I have a reason.

The casino has four restaurants and the one those sons of bitches are the one designed to captivate the senses and provide an unforgettable culinary experience. Little do they know that in her bag, there's certainly a can of tuna, peas, corn... Upon entering, customers are greeted by a luxurious and welcoming environment, everything of the highest quality. It's decorated with impeccable details and finishes. Modern chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, casting soft light over the tables arranged elegantly around the room. The furnishings are ostentatious, with chairs upholstered in fine fabrics and polished wooden tables. The ambiance is complemented by impressive works of art, which adorn the walls and add a touch of class to the space; I’m a guy who loves art a lot. All of this here is from my personal collection. In the center of the restaurant, a bar offers a selection of VIP drinks, created by the casino itself. The cuisine is equally impressive, with an elaborate menu that combines gastronomic influences from around the world.

Vlad leads me to the round table that seats six, set away from the other tables, reserved for the executives only. People don’t get a view of it. We usually eat lunch here. Lohan and Louis chat animatedly with Kiki, who laughs loudly as she eats canned peas.

Kiki is facing me and notices me approaching, immediately stopping her laughter and placing the spoon inside the can. The dress she's wearing is white, knee-length, with thin straps falling over her shoulders.

I squeeze Louis' shoulder tightly with one hand and do the same to Lohan's, who slowly turn around, looking up.

“What's up, man? Come sit down with us!”, Lohan says sympathetically, disguising.

“Yeah, bro, have lunch over there”, Louis nods.

“Have you ordered yet?”, I ask.

I drag the chair next to Kiki, who doesn't show anything, as expected of a doorknob. The waiter approaches.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Le Blanc. The usual?”, the man asks.

“Yes”, — I pick up the can with the spoon and hand it to the man”, please discard it.

“Dominique!”, Kiki scolds me.

“Choose something decent to eat”, I warn her.

“Kiki closes her eyes, sighing impatiently.”

“I don't eat that stuff!”, she exclaims, bothered.

“Not my problem. Here, you're not going to eat that.”

“I don't see what the other two are doing, because I'm focused on Kiki, who shakes her head to the side, in disbelief.”

“I'd rather have just water.”

“Whatever”, I turn my attention to Lohan and Louis, who look at me in disbelief.

“I'm going to touch up my makeup”, Kiki stands up, pissed off.

“Don't forget the way back.”

Kiki doesn't even answer and follows her walk with a serious look.

“Don't you think you're being too hard on her?”, Lohan says

Still not taking his eyes off Kiki, who’s in the living room, looking for the bathroom.

“I'm not. She hasn't seen anything yet, fucking nosy girl.”

“Aren't you going to tell me how you met her?”, Louis asks.

“She didn't tell you the sad story?”, I settle into the chair, watching Kiki finally find the bathroom.

I bring my gaze to Lohan and Louis, who shakes his head.

“The day my nephew was born, this girl got into my car and was being chased. Kiki doesn't remember who she is, where she came from, what she does. She doesn't know anything other than that she woke up in a hospital.”

“She's not from here, that's obvious”, Lohan says.

Lohan is thoughtful, fixing his attention on me.

“You brought an ignorant person into your house? There's no way no one told you how shitty this idea is! Are you crazy? I'm sure Maurice doesn't know that.”, Louis says, gesturing, “And chased by whom? What are you talking about?”

“Kiki is my problem, and I don't want you to get involved where I didn't invite you. There's no lunch, no shopping, and I guarantee there won't be a next time.”

The waiter positioned my plate, the smell of coq au vin [1]was what I needed to smile. He cut the chicken, dipped it in the sauce and took the mushroom in one bite.

“Locking her in your house is also crazy. The girl needs to see people. Since when is being stuck in there with Berta's bad mood going to help her? She needs care, Dom. If she's really in this situation, it's not just a roof over her head. She needs to see a doctor and a support network”, Lohan says.

“Berta took her to the neurologist”, I take a sip of water.

Lohan and Louis look at each other and say nothing.

“What's up?”, Louis asks.

I see Kiki coming back, walking through the room. I capture every step she takes. Kiki walks with natural charm, her movements are graceful, and I don't look away, I look at her more, checking her out from top to bottom, approving the movement, finding her so fucking hot, and my thoughts go back to that torturous day, having that hot ass in my hand and not being able to do anything but squeeze it. Not that I'm going to do anything, because I'm fed up. She's as hot as she is nosy, and I can't stand people like that. Her heels click against the floor and Kiki approaches me, going around my chair and sitting next to me. The waiter approaches, placing an Aperol drink in front of Kiki.

“An admirer asked me to give it to you, miss.”

“Oh, thank you?”, she says, as she sits up in her chair.

I grab the drink, drinking it in large gulps. I already know she won't drink it anyway.

“Hey, are you crazy?! Maybe it's poisoned”, she says, irritably.

I bang the glass against the table.

“This one is bitter. Just the way I like it.”

The waiter approaches again with another Aperol drink.

“They insist that the girl drink it, sir”, the waiter says, in a serious manner.

Lohan grabs the second drink, drinking it too, in quick gulps.

“Send me more”, he says to the waiter.

Kiki covers her face, as if she doesn't know us.

“You're embarrassing me!”, she says, annoyed, “Oh, my God!”

“Do you see anyone here caring?”, I say.

“That's your motto, right?”, she says, ironically.

“Good thing you know”, I wink at Kiki.

“Are we going to the gambling house today?”, Louis says, changing the subject.

“It all depends on whether I can solve Thierry's problem and how long this will take.”, I move my index finger around the room.

“Games? We can go there instead of shopping”, Kiki says, excitedly.

I raise my eyebrow, giving her my full attention. I've been obsessed with games, challenges, strategies and the adrenaline they give me, ever since I was a kid. The gaming house is beyond this casino and there's a floor in my house dedicated solely to games. It's a prestigious place. It's restricted, confidential and not just anyone can enter, you have to be invited by a member. I have my doubts as to whether Kiki would really like to see a bunch of people having sex with strangers in sex games for all tastes and it's obvious that I won't allow it.

The waiter returns with another drink, I don't even give him time to put it on the table, I grab it from his hand. Hasn't the guy realized that no matter how many drinks come, she won't accept it?

“Tell your brother to give up. He won't get anything today”, my tone is impatient.

“Hey, Dom! It's not up to you to decide this.”, Kiki says, trying to take the glass from my hand and I raise it higher, preventing her from reaching it.

“Then take it”, I challenge her.

Kiki looks at me, focused, like she's never done before, with her semi-shut eyes showing a determined glow. She doesn't think for a second and climbs on my lap, putting one leg on each side, trying to climb me. The drink pours a little, while Kiki pulls my arm, and I lift it higher and when I think I'm winning, I feel a quick tightening in the only organ more sensitive than my pocket.

I hear Louis and Lohan share the distress, sucking air between their teeth. “Fshhh…”

“What the fuck?”, I say loudly and finish in a low voice.

“It's like this, you pass me that glass or I'm going to make an omelet”, her whisper is threatening.

I put my hand on her waist and squeeze it tightly, feeling the most precious thing I have being threatened.

“Stop being crazy, Kiki, damn it”, I retort.

“It's up to you, Dom. If you don't, this restaurant will go from five to three stars, because I'm going to rip two off with my bare hands.”

My heart beats in panic at the new squeeze, because this bitch has just squeezed harder and I'm going to tell her she's screwed after that. I lower the object and Kiki lets go of my balls as she holds the glass and relief runs through me.

“Don't think you won.”, my tone is harsh.

Kiki lets out a smirk.

“I'm waiting”, she says as she pulls her legs away from me and sits in his chair, fixing his hair.

“We can't fool Thierry anymore, he's coming down.”, Louis says.

“Let's go”, Lohan says.

The two of them stand up, saying goodbye to Kiki with kisses on her cheek.

I pull myself together, staring at Kiki in surprise. What kind of strength is this? Still stunned, I find Blanca coming towards us. One of the customers who frequents here the most, married to a man old enough to be her grandfather, but has enough money to finance her entire life and that of future generations. Her blonde hair is long, in a sophisticated cut and she wears a long red dress. She holds a glass of Aperol and her expression is one of discontent.

“Coquette, I came to bring it to you personally, since you're not old-fashioned”, Blanca puts a hand to her chest.

“Blanca! Hi, how are you?”, Kiki stands up.

And I realize that the two of them know each other and Blanca comes over to Kiki, hugging her and handing her the drink.

“Oh, I'm so glad you're here”, Blanca speaks to Kiki as if they were best friends, and greets her with two kisses on the cheek.

“Where do you two know each other from?”, I ask, butting in as I stand up.

Upon seeing me, Blanca smiles.

“Dominique, do you know coquette?”, she also greets me, standing on her tiptoes and directing a kiss on each side of my cheek, “She's so cute. The girls and I love playing a game of blackjack with coquette, what a clever girl!”

“I can imagine”, I retort.

“When you want another round, just call me”, Kiki slaps the air.

I see, that's how she got the money she lost. Playing at six in the morning with an ex-sugar baby. Since Blanca is married to her ex-sugar daddy.

“Girl, I know. Let's do some shopping, then go to the salon, get our hair and nails done, then have some delicious champagne on the yacht and play a game. What do you say?”, Blanca gives Kiki a shove with her shoulder, “We could even go to Italy.”

“There won't be any yacht trips, let alone going to Italy”, I say seriously, looking at Kiki, who takes a deep breath and turns to Blanca.

“Blanca, give me five minutes”, Kiki asks.

“Even ten”, Blanca replies, taking the drink from Kiki's hand and drinking it.

Kiki pulls me to a more private area next to the kitchen, near the floor-to-ceiling window, which fills the room with natural light, offering a view of the outside of the casino.

“It's no use, you're not going. You weren't even supposed to be here”, I say, looking at her.

“Oh, please!”, Kiki rolls her eyes in disdain, crossing her face and her hazel gaze clearly shows her irritation “Understand, I can answer for myself, I don't need a spokesperson.”

I don't even waste time with her sharp answer. I grab her face, digging my fingers into her cheeks, getting closer, making her look at me, capturing her attention with my fury.

“Who do you think you are to roll your eyes on me, damn it!”, I'm serious.

“Am I supposed to be scared?”, she asks, defiantly, “‘Cause the only thing I feel is boredom. You're boring, your casino is boring, the people here are as shallow as you, and I'm not going to lose my freedom because you want me to.”

“And I don't give a damn about you or what you think”, my voice sounds cold.

I grab her all at once, throwing her body over my shoulder, feeling her legs kick, and I hold her tightly while she screams. I push the door open and enter the busy kitchen, walking with Kiki between the platters, the chef, and his assistants who respond to his orders. The place is warm and the aroma is a fusion of spices, fresh herbs, and food. Curious looks follow us until we pass through the door that leads to the employee corridor.

“Let me go, Dominique!”, Kiki shouts.

“Shut up. If you say a word, I'll jam this rag down your throat”, I walk past the cleaning car, taking the cloth out of the bucket and squeezing it to get rid of the excess dirty water.

“I understand asshole, now, inhuman?”, she says, indignantly.

“Just wait and see.”

I soon reach the locker room, thinking in my mind how to show this girl who's the boss in this shit. I cross the wide space, passing by the large lockers and the straight benches that are between them, I hear my footsteps echo against the stone floor. It doesn't take long for me to reach the parking lot, closing the door behind me as I pass.

I walk to the other side, approaching the restricted area, where my car is parked. Kiki struggles once more, trying to free herself and almost succeeds, but as I approach the parked Porsche, I put her on the ground, turning her body to face the car, holding her arms behind her, pressing her between me and the vehicle. I pass the wet cloth between her wrists, holding them, while she screams:

“Oh, gross!”, Kiki says, loudly.

“And you know what's worse? It's vomit.”

I hear footsteps behind us, open the car door and throw Kiki inside, closing it and finding Vlad, who approaches, dazed.

“Let's go to La Môle”, I demand.

Vlad's expression is one of dread. I open the door and see Kiki still with her hands tied behind her back, looking the other way. I sit on the bench, closing the door and we are one on each end. Vlad walks around the car, gets in and starts it up. I take my cell phone out of my pocket and call Amélie.

“Cancel all the meetings and if Thierry and Louis haven't worked things out, don't call me. I'm solving a problem.”

“Where are you going, Mr. Le Blanc? Do you know how many messages I have to give you? Your sister called me three times, she wants you to go to Marie Chérie's birthday party”, I roll my eyes.

I love my nephews, but that doesn't mean I love being with Eva. I avoid going to parties a bit, I'm the type of person who gives them gifts. I even gave her a convertible for her 10th birthday. For her 18th birthday, I'm thinking of buying Chérie a house, so she can have a place to stay away from her mother.

“If she calls, tell her I'll get in touch…”

I see my phone fly to the floor after a sudden kick from Kiki. Before I can question her sanity, I feel her legs wrap around my neck with surprising force. She rotates her shin and ankle, one in the opposite movement of the other, making me bend forward. Quickly, I put my chin down, trying to protect myself from the pressure exerted by her legs. Instinctively, I grab her legs, trying to relieve the pressure, but Kiki holds firm, throwing her body forward with determination. My reaction is to bite her calf hard, hearing her scream in pain. However, even with her reaction, she continues to struggle, refusing to give up. With no other choice, I hold her firmly, pulling her up and finding more access to her exposed skin by pushing her dress up.

I don't hesitate, I direct another deep bite, this time above the knee, on the inside of her thigh. The soft and warm texture of the skin contrasts with the feeling of satisfaction in hearing her scream again. With each bite I invest, her scream increases in tone, leaving me entertained enough to imagine how she would unfold beneath me with each thrust, and it still wouldn't be enough. I would pierce her, if possible, and I would melt into her if possible. And the thought of considering anything other than smashing her head against the window is unacceptable. And what can I do? Fucking is my natural instinct and I've never been against it, this is the first time, and I don't understand not continuing. And I come to myself with a kick in the middle of her burning face.

“For fuck's sake! You're marking me all over”, Kiki pulls her legs.

Our eyes meet and her breathing quickens, her cheeks flushed. Her hair, which was previously straight, is now spread out on the seat. I lean my torso over Kiki's body, noticing her breathing intensify even more. I run my nose over her, circling her jaw, breathing in her sophisticated perfume in a fusion of floral, along with a light woody and citrus.

“I'll mark you whenever and wherever I want”, I speak softly, so only her can hear.

“It's easy with me tied up, I’d like to see with me free”, she says, in the same tone of voice.

And I take full advantage of the situation, biting her neck slowly, circling my tongue while I'm still biting, pulling with my teeth and turning my attention to Kiki, who is looking intensely with slightly dilated pupils.

“Do you understand, my dear?”

Silence is her response, and I return to my initial position, stretching and picking up my cell phone that is on the floor, next to the passenger seat. Amélie hung up and I took the opportunity to resolve what was necessary until the end of the journey. I took the opportunity to call Berta.