Elysia's povI check my phone – it’s just 1 a.m. I yawn; it’s way too early to be awake. I had just two hours of sleep. I feel tired. I try to play games on my phone while away time, but I’m not interested in any of the games. They usually help when I am down, but now my body is alert and filled with fear and anxiety from the dream and my life.I was scrolling through my phone when the thought occurred: How did he find me so fast? It felt like he knew every city I was in, and he waited long enough to make me forget that he was here before moving in for the kill. I checked my phone – maybe there is a tracking device he used?I don’t want to go through the torture again. Antonio might already be in New York waiting for me. I nod as I figure out what to do this time. I will not act in fear anymore, and I will be intelligent and alert. He won’t be taking me unaware again.He doesn’t get to drive me from this city, a city that was once my dream. I will not allow him to win this round when
I still feel like a poor cat, even with more than a thousand bucks in my possession. I feel like a street beggar.It wasn't my finest moment, but it's better than being a beggar. I had a roof under my head and was on my way for a job interview. But life can't get any more accessible right now. At first, I had looked over my shoulder every other minute, expecting to see him watching me, but three days had come and gone before I could confirm that my plan had worked perfectly. He knew I was no longer here and followed my phone wherever that lady went. There's no doubt in my mind that he has tracked me to where the phone is, but I'm safe here for some time. I wanted to try out the job on the flyer. I wanted to work for a powerful man, so it would be difficult for Antonio to touch me. That would be the last thing he expects me to do.I don't have a false sense of my appearance. I understand I'm pretty enough, but I'm certainly not a deal, so I can apply for an assistant job or a stylist
Elysia's povI feel his presence from where I’m standing, he fills the air with his full authority, and I feel it with every breath I take.A petite woman runs quietly behind him, a clipboard in her hands. She stays just a few feet behind him and looks like a model. Once his face is away from the spotlight, his features are finally visible. His chin is chiseled and smooth, and his hands rest in his pocket as he stands like he’s modeling himself.He holds himself with more grace than all of us combined, and all eyes are on him. He knows it, but he doesn’t seem affected by it.He takes a special seat reserved for him. Everyone is set in motion and ready to walk, but my eyes are stuck on him for a reason.He is handsome.He looks like the man who will make you do anything just by looking at you.The woman in charge addresses us again; I snap my eyes away from him to focus on her.“Now that Mr. Black is here, we can begin,” she says.She rattles off instructions about numbers, but I can’
Elysia's pov"If you say so, sir, am I done and free to go?""Go? I'm not done yet; I still have various questions to ask you.""I'm sorry, but I don't think I can put up with these questions of yours. I believe they should be work-based, but you have not asked me a thing like this. I have to leave now. Thank you for allowing me to be here.""Okay, let's play it the hard way. If you want to leave, go, but you miss out on a huge job opportunity. Considering your situation, you might want to rethink your decision if you walk out of here."What do you say, should we go ahead and talk about business?" he asked with a simple flick of his wrist.I can feel my throat dry and my eyes dim for a minute. Nothing is audible enough to hear, nor can I see clearly. This wasn't what I imagined would happen when I came to audition.I didn't know I would catch the eye of the hot billionaire.No matter how much I heard it, it didn't make the voice in my head go away. I blinked to make sure I didn't hear
Elysia's povI ended up getting turned down, breaking the shit out of me.I'm not just hurt, but I'm also pissed. He offered me a job to be his whore. A personal whore? What does he take me for?But maybe it's better. Perhaps I'm mad at myself for throwing such an opportunity away? Maybe I should have thought harder, faster, and better about it rather than walking away from him.Now I am back to square one: either I take up his offer or die of hunger.No.There has to be something I can do.I should have just stuck with the deal he offered. It makes sense when I think about it now, although it's not what I expected. I bet I'll be paid better. After all, I would be fucking with one man, not different ones who neither respect women nor care about anything.I slam the door to my apartment, pissed at everything."Damn!!!" I exclaimed, trying to stuff in my anger. I kick against the bed furiously, hating my life the more.How the hell am I supposed to begin all over? Where would I turn to?
Elysia PovWithout hesitating, he pulls on my breast, sucking my nipples, teething, biting, and rubbing them aggressively.I feel the warmth seeping in between my legs, and my insides churn for more. His hands slide down towards my clit as he massages the swollen entrance of my pussy and digs his finger into me."Uhhhhh…uhhhh," I moan, loving the feeling surging through me."You like it?" he asks in a very coarse tone that turns me on even more."Yes," I shudder into touch as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist.The towel drops to the floor as I feel his hardness rub against my thighs. He doesn't disengage from the kiss yet laps at my tongue hungrily.He throws me to the bed, causing a little crack in my side, but I'm not bothered by it. He smiles at me wickedly, sucking on his lower lip as he runs his eyes over my body.And just like a predator, he mounts on me like prey, spreading my legs wide apart and rubbing his thumb on my clit.I feel him insert his fingers inside me a
Elysia's povI was killing it here, and I had a new friend who seemed to like me even though I hadn't told her the truth about my running from my past. We talked daily, and I often went to her restaurant to have dinner; it was great, but I couldn't allow myself to get carried away by some fairytale.This wasn't a life worth living, it was purely for survival, and I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize that by associating myself with more people.I knew I was kidding myself. I have grown attached to Gwen. I saw her as the girl who saved me from the worst, or what she thinks is the worst thing that has happened to me.I have survived the worst, and it was a miracle that I was still breathing or hadn't killed myself; having a stalker was one thing, but having a determined murderous stalker was even worse.He wouldn't give up till I was dead like the rest of my family. He wanted to tie up loose ends to close the chapter; if I had my way, I wouldn't let that happen. I would keep run
Damon's povI licked my lips, the mental image doing nothing to sate my hunger for her. I shook my head when I realized there was no way to find her and that I was punishing myself for thinking about her like this.I was going to find her and make her mine."Is there any other thing, sir?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.I almost glared at him but refrained, and the poor guy didn't do anything wrong. I was the one over in my head about that damn girl.She defied me, her chin set stubbornly, and her eyes were blazing with fire that I didn't know she had. When she was on the stage, she looked very much like the definition of a meek mouse.The way she hunched her shoulders like she didn't want to be there, but her eyes showed complete determination simultaneously, was what drew me to her. She appeared somewhat broken yet had the spirit of a fighter.It was amazing to watch, and it was mesmerizing. I saw her move with the grace of an eagle, and her body language portrayed every bit of