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Chained to you CH 11(Damon)
Damon Anderson's POV It's almost six when I make it back to the office after seating through a meeting when the board of directors. I loosen my tire and place it on my table. There's a knock on my door and Arwen enters. "Mr Anderson, I have the articles for the magazine. They were submitted on time as usual." "Hmmm. What about the new employee? What's her name I think it slipped out." "Oh. It's Jane Duncan. And she was the first to submit hers." "Hmmm. Okay, I'll go through them before tomorrow. And please stop calling me sir. Just call me Damon." I reprimand her. She's been my secretary for almost two years now and she still doesn't want to call me by my first name. "Okay, Sir...Sorry, Damon." "Haha, I've heard you. Have a good night." "You too Sir." She shouts as she closes the door. I thought I just told her to call me Damon... I pick up the folder and go through the first article on it. It's the one from Jane Duncan. The new employee I presume. She wrote about the healt
Chained to you CH 12
THE HELL. How did this happen? I'm currently standing at my station holding The Insider magazine that was printed this morning. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm fuming with anger. Because I can literally feel smoke coming out of my head. My article wasn't published. I wrote that article with my whole heart and it didn't get published. "Hey, what's wrong? Why the sad face?" Matilda approaches me and places a hand on my shoulder. "My article wasn't published," I mutter and hang my head. "Really how come? I'm sure it was a mistake..", she shouts making everyone turn to look at us, "what're you guys looking at go back to work." "You're right. It could I've been a mistake. I'll go talk to Arwen." "Okay. You got this girl!" I Knock on Her office door and she asks me to come in. "Oh, Jane do you need anything?" "Well yeah. The thing is that my article wasn't published in The Insider and I wanted to do what happened whether it was a mistake or not." "What? Your article wasn't p
Chained to you CH 13(Matilda)
Matilda Keller's POV She's definitely drunk. Just three shots and Jane's almost passed out. If I'd known she was a light drinker then I wouldn't have suggested that we go out for a drink. When Jane called me saying she was in the bathroom and needed my help, I didn't expect to go there and see her crying. Justin and I suggested taking her out to lift her mood but now I'm totally regretting it. "Oh please please take me to Disney World. I want to see princess jasmine and her cutie cat. Oh did you know that Captain America fucked princess jasmine?" "What the hell are you saying bitch. Duh, it wasn't captain America it was that green man with a big body. What was His name again? Ugh, I don't remember." Jane and Justin argue in their drunk state of mind. Yeah, you heard me right they're both drunk and speaking nonsense over there. I go over to the bar before Tony gives them another drink. "Tony no more drinks. I don't even know how I'm gonna send them home." "I can help you get a
Chained to you CH 14
My head is aching with so much pain that I don't even want to get up from the very soft bed that feels like I'm lying on the clouds. I don't remember the last time my bed was this soft. I don't know maybe the headache is messing with my thinking. I want to sleep and never get up but the sun rays attacking my face don't allow me to.I finally open my eye and I'm surprised by what I see.This is definitely not my room. Is it possible for one to wake up rich?I don't think so.Maybe someone kidnapped me. Just as I'm about to scream my lungs out for help, all the memories of last night resurface.I remember going to the club with Justin and matilda. I also remembered getting my ass drunk but how did I end up here and whose house is this?I mean everything here screams money. I make my way to the bathroom and scream at the sight that greets me in the mirror.I'm a mess and I don't mean that I woke up from bed mess more like the homeless mess.WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?There are traces of a
Chained to you CH 15
Damon Anderson’s POV(Night before present day) I pull the cigarette out of my mouth and drop it on the ground planting my feet to extinguish it. I said I wouldn’t smoke but here I’m. Today I went to their grave. I couldn’t stop myself I missed them so badly. Rosie, if I’d listened then you would still be with me today. It’s all my fault. Not a day goes by that I don’t blame myself. I wish I could turn back time but I know it’s impossible. When will this guilt that I feel inside disappear? When will the loneliness go away? I’m surrounded by darkness. The darkness that’s killing me slowly inside. I don’t even know whether it’s worth living in this world. I need to get rid of this pain in my chest right now. I need to get lost in pleasure tonight. I enter my car and drive to the one place where I’m sure to get a hookup tonight. Tony’s place is located at one of the shittiest alleys I’ve ever come to. It looks like a small boring club on the outside but on the inside, it’s pretty dope
Chained to you CH 16
Jane Duncan's POV (present day) “Ha, you scared the hell out of me. When did you come down?” He places his hand on his heart and quickly takes a white t-shirt lying on one of the kitchen stools. I dumbfounded. Why’s he being nice? “I…I…” I try to speak but the words are unable to leave my mouth. I clear my throat and avoid looking him in the eye. “I just came down.” I end up replying two minutes after he asked the question. OH GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Why do I always embarrass myself when I’m around him? “Come, sit down. I prepared breakfast although you have to be quick because we have work today.” “Oh my god, I totally forgot! No, I think I should leave right now. Thanks, sir.” I’m about to go and grab my things but he immediately stops me. “Wait, eat before you leave.” I can’t say no so I sit on one of the stools as He places a plate filled with pancakes and a glass of milk in front of me. SERIOUSLY WHAT’S GOING ON, WHY IS THIS MAN BEING NICE TO ME? What even ha
Chained to you CH 17
It's almost nine when we finally arrive at the company in his Bugatti Divo. I swear the guy's insanely rich. He gave me clothes after I'd finished bathing I couldn't stop gaping in his house. He parks in front of the building and hands the key to one of the security men there. I make my way inside with him in front of me and notice people in the lobby already staring at us. No scratch that. They're definitely staring at me. And the person who stands out the most is the tight skirt woman from the other day. She's wearing the same style of clothing just that it's in a different colour this time. We walk past her and she smiles at Mr Anderson while shooting daggers at me. We enter the elevator just in time before it closes. It's already packed with people who greet him as he enters while making room for Him. Perks of being a Superior I guess. I end up in front of him as another man pushes me from behind making me slam into him. He uses his hands to steady me. We stay in that position
Chained to you CH 18
It’s another boring day in the main printing room. I’ve worked here for almost three months now. To say I am thrilled with what I’m currently doing would be a big lie. I’ve always dreamt a writer. Well, not any ordinary writer per se but one that would touch the hearts of many people. I’m working in the number one publishing company in the whole country but yet it feels like I’m not getting anywhere with my dream. I don’t know if I’m even making sense. And to top it all, Mr France has been making my life a living hell. I’m the only employee who works overtime in the company. I spend the majority of my time in the printing room. I think it happened after the club incident. Arwen called me to her office and told me I’d been moved to the printing room because they had a shortage of workers there. I didn’t mind it back then but after three months I’m beginning to hate it here. I don’t get assigned articles anymore. I spend the whole day in a cramped room with the clicking sound of the pri
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Chained to you CH 42
Mr France returned to work the following day looking like he had just walked off a runway. Not only his presence surprised me but his clothes as well. It wasn't his usual dark blue suit but a flower-patterned shirt and tight jeans that showed his well-defined thighs. I had made it to the elevator when he entered the building, a pair of shades hiding his eyes which would still be puffy from all the crying he did yesterday. I entered the elevator with me and I had expected a 'good morning' thinking we'd gotten a little bit closer because of the events that happened the day before but none came my way. I cursed myself internally for thinking he would do such a thing. Even though he had been weak yesterday, he was still the self-centred and arrogant Mr France. I pressed the button to the last floor and anxiously waited for it to open because of the awkward atmosphere in the small space. Fortunately, a few seconds later I heard a 'ding' sound as the doors opened and I quickly rushed out.
Chained to you CH 41
Life was a rollercoaster. Most often the unpredictable happens in our lives and we find ourselves thrown into a series of events that manifest significantly in our lives. An example of such an unpredictable event is the sight of Mr France sitting on my couch, watching television. I'd expected him to run out of my house the moment his eyes opened but not only did he eat the food I had prepared but he'd thanked me for it. Something I thought I would never hear him say. Maybe his father's death and his unstable emotions were bringing a side of him that no one knew or that he hid away.He hadn't cried since he woke up but looked sad, which was expected considering the present situation. He laughed at something funny on the screen. I turned to look at him, his face calm and relaxed but his teary eyes betrayed him. He wasn't okay but was trying desperately to keep it in, which worried me. He had to let it out!"Errr, are you okay?", shit, I shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mentally f
Chained to you CH 40
We went through a great deal of trouble before we were finally able to carry the sleeping man into my apartment. The most painful part had been holding him up the stairs. We dropped him on the bed, not caring if he’d landed on it. My mind couldn’t process that because of how sore my ankles and arms were. “I have to go back to work. I have an article to finish. Do you have things to print, if so I could give an excuse for your disappearance.”, Justin said I remembered I hadn’t told him of what had happened on Friday. Clearing my throat, I uttered, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t work there any more” “Really? Did you move back to the workstation, or did you get fired?” “Don’t be dumb. Do you think I would be in that building if I had been fired.?” “Okay, so you’re moving back to the workstation?”, I rubbed my temple, “No, I’m not…” “Then where are you now?”, he interrupted me by asking. I glared at him and spat, “How can I tell you when you won’t let me finish speaking?” He r
Chained to you CH 39
Mournful, was the atmosphere that greeted me when I entered the building. People weren't gossiping about what they'd done on the weekend, everyone looked sad and downcast, including Rosa, who seemed to have been zoned out because she didn't notice me. It surprised me how personal everyone had taken Mr Nathaniel France's death. It could be because he'd been so kind to his workers, or that he'd founded the company that had put money into their pockets. My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I exited the elevator and made my way to my new office. It had been cleaned, and new furniture had been added to it. I didn't dwell on it for too long because my mind was occupied with thoughts about Mr France. Was he alright? It had come out on the news that no one had heard of him since his father's passing on Saturday, and now it was Monday. I left my office and stood in front of his door. I wasn’t sure he was in there, but I had to check. I knocked it twice but received no response. After two m
Chained to you CH 38
I rushed to him and cried out for help. Mr. France and Garry, who had been in the hallway also rushed to the room. Mr. France carried him from the floor and placed him in the couch while Garry called the ambulance. I let out a silent gasp when I saw the amount of blood coming out from his nose. Was he going to be alright? He had to be. Worried about his condition, I offered a silent prayer for him.A moment later, we heard a siren blurring in the distance. Paramedics checked his pulse and blood pressure, placed him in a stroller and carried him into the ambulance. Garry wanted to go with them, but Mr. France told him not to, so he didn't. Mr. France sat in his car and briefly looked at me, his eyes asking if I would be able to go alone. There was undeniable fear in his eyes, and he didn't try to conceal it. I nodded at him, assuring him that I had money on me, and he drove off, following the ambulance. I never knew I could communicate with someone without words until that moment when
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The old Mr. France was sitting in the couch wearing a bathroom rope, with an edition of The Insider in his hands as I entered the room. I looked at him, amazed by his presence. I'd always looked up to him when I was growing up, so it felt good to see him in person. He'd come from a poor home but managed to fulfil his dreams and make a life for himself despite the hate and discouragement, he received from his parents. Because he did not choose to become a doctor like they wanted him to. Now he looked very old and frail, a deep contrast to the devilishly handsome man I'd made my role model. Mr France sat on one of the chairs in the room. I did so too, but not before greeting the older man. He brought the magazine down, smiled and nodded at me. I squealed internally and smiled back at him. His smile dropped from his face when his eyes landed on his son, who looked at him with a frown. I got the chance to carefully looked at the older man and realized. “You're late.”, he simply stated, a
Chained to you CH 36
I woke up the following morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I raised my myself from the bed and checked the time, it was thirty minutes to six. Who would call me on a Saturday, and that too at five thirty in the morning? I picked up my phone, and it was an unknown number. My thoughts wandered to the car that had followed me yesterday. Who was it? I doubted it was someone from my past. I turned off my phone and tossed it on my bed. I had changed a lot these past few years, it would be difficult for anyone I once knew to recognize. Maybe my mind had played games with me and the car wasn't even following. I said that to myself until I finally believed it and carried on with my weekend routine, which is sleeping until it's noon. Some hours later, a knock sounded on my door. It was light at first until the person began to pound on the door when I didn't respond. I got up from the bed and checked the time again, it was forty-five minutes past ten. I let out a yawn and walked to the
Chained to you CH 35
PAST~SEVEN YEARS BEFORE PRESENTMy back was forcefully pushed to the wall, so I winced in pain. The bald man holding my neck sneered at me, a smirk on his face. I was taller than him, but he was strong, so strong that I could barely breathe. My hands tried to pry his off me, but it was no use. We were at the alley at the back of the bar, Alexandro visited with his men on every Friday. Today I had come with him. He'd told me I would finally be part of his family if I killed one of his men who had betrayed him. I'd refused to do it, and it led to this."What? Did you think I wasn't going to know it was you, bitch?", he pressed tighter, and I thought my neck was going to snap into two, but he let go off me. I fell to the ground, coughing as my throat burned. It would surely leave a mark there. My vision was blinded with tears because I knew he was going to kill me. Alexandro wasn't one to forgive. He didn't care your age or your status, all that mattered to him was that once you wronged
Chained to you CH 34
"I want you to be my secretary.", I choked on my saliva and erupted into a fit of coughs as soon as the words left his mouth. My throat burned, and I hit on my chest so stop the coughs. I'd never experienced something like this before. Mr France did nothing to help, and I didn't expect much from him. After almost five minutes of me hitting my chest, I finally calmed down. He continued as if I'd not nearly died, "I'll have someone clean up the room, so you can move in as soon as possible. There are a lot of files you have to go through...", I cut me off before he said any more nonsense,"I didn't agree to it." He looked at me as if he'd grown two wings and said,"What do you mean by you've not agreed to it.", I shrank in my seat and couldn't look him in the eye because of how he was looking at me. It was like he was telling me there'd be major consequences if I didn't agree with him. "You asked me to be your secretary but I-I h-haven't s-said yes t-to t-that.", I stuttered. I didn't kn
