If someone had told me months ago that I would be spending time with Mister Austin Cane, the millionaire CEO of Cane Industries, outside office hours, eating food, and existing in his world, I would have told them they were insane. Batshit crazy. And yet, here I am, doing exactly that. This whole day was crazy. Hell, this whole weekend was nothing short of the twilight zone. I never would have believed it unless his own father would have sat me down and gotten to know me himself. Mister Luke Cane headed straight to my table and calmly asked me a series of questions that were so personal, I would have thought he was friends with my own mother. He asked me things that not even my family is privy to. At first, it was highly uncomfortable and I didnât have a clue how to navigate his inquiries but as time went by, I understood that he was ensuring his son was safe with a newcomer. Does everybody get this level of the third degree when entering his sonâs circle? Itâs somewhat excessive b
I woke up with a smile on my face. Yesterday was just perfect. I canât believe how nice it was to spend the day with my boss. The residual happiness gets me out of bed quickly. Wanting to see him first thing in the morning, maybe have some breakfast with him while he plays with Charlie? Just the thought makes me so excited. I hurry over to the kitchen, hoping to see him in his usual nook at the window, reading something while having his daily cup of sludge - his black coffee is nasty, nothing could change my mind about that. I skid to a stop. Itâs quiet in the living room. The coffee maker isnât on and thereâs no movement in the kitchen. Charlie walks up to me sleepily. I checked the time, yes it was still quite early but I thought Mr. Austin would be up by now. I venture to his room. My giddiness from yesterday gave me the confidence I needed to knock on his door. I knock again but nothing. Thereâs no answer, I listen to any movements coming from inside but still, nothing. Strang
âMiss Althea Greene, glad you could join us today,â Mr. Austin greets her. She glides into the room. Everyone is captivated, including me, and soon everybody settles down. Tommy finally leaves me be. I watch Ms. Greene take a seat beside Mr. Austin. Where she belongs. They look like a king and a queen ruling over their subjects. How fitting. Her fiery red hair is in a bun but tendrils have escaped. It makes her look alluring. The glasses sheâs wearing give off the impression that sheâs here for business, the opposite of the party look she had last time. She goes on to outline new improvements that she wants the team to undertake, detailing specifications with accuracy. She knows her stuff, sheâs decisive and articulate. She takes no shit from any of the guys on the team. They seem enamored with her. I donât blame them. If I werenât so obsessed with my boss, I would have been girl-crushing on her. Big time. Sheâs a badass. No wonder Mr. Austin was flirting with her. Anyone with half
Austin âMiss Althea, thanks for gracing us with your presence.â âCut the bullshit, Austin,â she leans closer, âIâve never seen you so distracted before, I can understand the launch party but in a business meeting?â âYou have no right to lecture me, the team is in top shape and catering to all your needs.â âIâm not talking about that. Iâm a friend telling you right now to get your shit together,â she glances at my assistant. I follow suit. âWhy are you letting that happen?â Tommy is handing her a glass of water. âYouâre not even being subtle about it anymore,â Althea said. We both watch as Tommy gives the girl some biscuits. I clench my fists and face Althea instead. âWhat is it to you?â I said in a menacing tone. A warning. Iâm getting defensive, we both know it but I have no clue where this conversation is going and it irks me. âYour tone might work with your subordinates but it doesnât on me,â she challenged me. âFeisty.â âCut the crap, Iâm serious. This is the only time I
Itâs one of those days. â...didnât mean to walk out on you last night, Althea. Speak soon, take care.â He rounds the corner to the kitchen. It would have been all good and fine except I heard what he said on the phone. So, he was with her last night. I knew that. With the way they were canoodling in the meeting room, of course, they were going to meet right after. Would he really miss the opportunity to be with her when she went all the way to his building? My jaw clenches. I sink my teeth into my peanut butter and jelly toast. Crumbs scatter all over the table. Iâm chomping on the sandwich and I do not care. I wash it down with my cold coffee. I stand to refill my cup and dump more sugar in it. One spoon. Two spoons. A dash of milk. Mr. Austin glances at what Iâm doing when he fills his cup. I donât acknowledge him and stride over to my seat where Charlie is waiting beside me on her own chair. I give her a piece of white bread. She ignores it. Sheâs getting picky. âYou canât
I drag my feet across the living room. The house is deadly silent. Good. Having a fight near midnight had its advantages. Number one, fewer people saw me crying. Tears and snot in public transportation do not in any way paint a pretty picture. Number two, Iâm sure my mom is used to it but I didnât want her to see my puffy eyes and ask me further questions. Number three, if Augustus saw me, he would probably beat the crap out of me for leaving in the first place. No, heâs not worried. He just doesnât like knowing that I have freedom. And Iâm really not in the mood for another confrontation today. I donât have much energy for anything else. I crash into my bed and like a lovesick teenager, stare into my ceiling. The molds and holes are somewhat comforting. Iâve seen them all throughout my life. The dampness of the room and the old house smell remind me of the times Iâve laid here on the same bed and promised myself so many things. Promised that I would get the hell out of here an
Austin - 20 years ago - âPlease, please!â I yell through the gag in my mouth. âAaah!!â Seb cried out. Theyâre hitting him with some type of wood. Heâs choking on something in between screams of agony. Blood in his mouth, I realize. It must be his own blood by the sound of it. They did something to him, he kept on spitting and gurgling. Should I be grateful that my eyes were covered and that I couldnât see how they were torturing him? But the sounds, oh my god, the sounds. The blood-curdling sounds of my big brother screaming in pain, the crack of his bones, and the worst part is his whimpering. The way that he's forcing himself not to react. But his body is giving up. I know it is. He canât endure that much, itâs impossible. Seb has always been the tough one. Sebastian Cane is the golden boy of the family. He can do nothing wrong, he can do everything and be the best in it without much effort. He's the best person I know. Maybe it would have been better if I could see so th
It catches him off guard. I know it does even if he hides it. A minor flinch. He quickly drew his hand away. The water from his hand dripped on the kitchen floor. I take a seat on the kitchen island, facing away from him. Giving him the space he needs. I find something to do with my hands. All the vegetables are peeled and sliced. I take a few more potatoes and begin peeling. Nothing wrong with a few more potatoes. He leans bank on the kitchen sink. I can feel his gaze burning my back. He took his time before he finally answered, âOkay.â I donât move from my spot, I just wait. Like a feral animal, I wait for him to come to me. Is this what itâs like to tame something so wild? A few more seconds pass. Then a click. Charlie barks. She hates the sound of the coffee grinding machine. Iâm done with the first potato by the time he has finished with the monstrosity that he calls his beloved espresso machine. The scraping of the wooden chair on my right alerts me to his movements. S
âIâm the one taking Cane Industries from youâŚâ âOh my god, Austin. Oh my god. That was Sebastian Cane. It really was, oh my god. That was your brother. I mean, I could see the similarities. Heâs actually quite tall. You guys got good genes, huh?â I yapped because he was still stunned. We both were. I watched as his brother left, nonchalantly and without any care that heâd just shaken Austinâs world. Austin was a deer caught in the headlights. He was shocked. I can see him processing everything little by little. âHow? I mean, why? What?â he stammered. âDid that just really happen right now?â âYes, it really did. Are you okay, love?â I inquired. His face was ashen. Heâs not moving, heâs just there. His eyes were wide open. I saw his trembling hands clench into a fist, and just like that, he snapped into war mode. âThis was deliberate. Heâs a shark,â he said. âHeâs planned this. Everything.â âOh my god,â I repeated in disbelief. âLooks like it. He just came in here and did his thi
AustinThereâs a certain change I can feel in the air. Maybe itâs the fact that Olivia and I finally reconciled, or maybe itâs just that I ultimately let my frustrations go⌠but I feel different. I feel lighter. Even if everything is going to shit around me. I just feel more⌠at ease. Thereâs just something in the air. âI got you your favorite burrito,â Olivia gave me that small smile I love before depositing the paper bag beside me and leaving. Sheâs back to work, still adjusting to the daily grind but everythingâs back to normal. Itâs a given that weâre still handling the aftermath of the psychiatrist and everything that came along with that but I can say that weâre good to go. Something just clicked the last time I just let out all my feelings. It was more than domination, it was release. Cathartic. Ever since then, weâve been mending things between us. All the talks. All the action between the sheets. Itâs all helping get us to baseline again. Of course, weâre having low mome
ParkerI smiled. The receptionist gave me some tea. Sheâs sweet, the tea as well. But nothing is sweeter than my Olivia. I reclined on the chair I was asked to sit on. The woman I didnât care to ask the name of added a few biscuits to my tea. How sweet. Maybe Iâd⌠No. No matter how I want other women, it will always be my Olivia who I need. No other pretty girlâs smile would entice me. Even if she was curvy in all the right ways. My mind goes back to seeing my Olivia like this. Behind a huge desk in her little corner. My mind shuffled through all the footage I got of her. The moments as I watched her on her desk. I wanted to bend her over that desk so badly. Hmm⌠maybe thereâs still time. Iâm itching to watch her again. If only there was a way⌠maybe I could persuade the man who let me out. Maybe if I could just convince himâŚThe receptionistâs gaze lingered on me as I waited for the man who made all this possible. She looked at me curiously, almost like I was a puzzle she wanted
âGet up,â he said. âNow. Hands on the table.â I scrambled up and stood at attention. Slowly, ever so slowly, he put his knee in between my legs from behind. âLegs apart, Olivia.âI was vibrating with anticipation at this point. Everything felt charged. I held my breath as I felt him touch his front slightly on my back. I felt his breath on me, touching my skin as he inspected me. âWhere did he touch you?â his soft voice was menacing. âI⌠AustinâŚâ I stammered while he stood beside me. I felt his choppy breath skirting my shoulder. The goosebumps on my skin were ever prevalent. I couldnât move, I was stuck as a statue. I couldnât even if I wanted to. He left me paralyzed just by his presence. âI asked you a question, Olivia.â âI donâtâŚâ âYou donât remember?â âI would rather not,â I exhaled. âHow did it feel?â âWhat? I, I donât knowâŚâ âYouâre trying to forget, I understand. But you need to open up for me. â He said this as he wedged his knee between mine. âUghâŚâ âDid he tou
âYouâre right. You did a very bad thing, Olivia. And for so long, you tested my patience.â I shivered at the tone of his voice. It sent chills through me. âYou made me watch you at your lowest point. You made me endure everything. All because, what? I love you? I watched you, did you know that?â He stood menacingly. My eyes were focused on him undoing his belt, painstakingly slow. âIâm sorry,â I whispered. At this point, these little words have lost their meaning. He stopped beside me. I stared at the bulge in front of me. He gripped my hair. The caring touches at the hospital are long gone now. In its place, he started squeezing my hair. âYou had me so worried. I was losing my mind, did you know that?â he gritted out. âI didnât know what to do, I was so helpless. I couldnât even get to you. Itâs like you were so far away, in your own head.â âI was⌠IâmâŚââDonât you fucking say youâre sorry. Weâre way past that now.â âBut,â I struggled to stay in our conversation but I was dis
âI messed up,â I told Austin. We were in our dining table when I got home from the hospital. Somehow, the guilt and the shame pushed me to bare it all out. âSomething needs to change. I NEED to change. I royally fucked up and this whole thing is my mess,â I added. He sat there and I knew he was starting to defend my actions again. âYou were drugged. He manipulated youâŚâI stopped him. âThatâs true. But what about all the other decisions I made? I decided to continue with the booze. I chose to take what he was giving me, Austin. Even if I was endangering my job, even if I was getting out of control. I chose those things. You canât⌠I canât pin this all on anybody else but me. I have a part in all this mess. A big part, actually.â He lowered his head. Maybe heâs realizing I have a point. âI trust too easily. Call it naivety or just plain stupidity, but I always choose to see the good in people. Even to my detriment.âHe looked up at me. âBut thatâs what I like about you. You chose t
âIâm so sorry, Austin. Please!â The words fell from my mouth even as I was beginning to wake up. The crushing guilt enveloped me right when I saw his face hovering beside me. âItâs alright, youâre okayâŚâ He kept on saying. âNo, no, I-â âWhatever it is, thatâs fine. Weâre going to be okay.ââNo, you donât understand. He did things⌠I wasâŚâ I tried to explain. I tried to rationalize and did my best to come out with it but he just wouldnât let me. âI said itâs alright, Olivia. My god, the doctors just gave me a rundown of the drugs circulating in your system. They had to pump it out of you just a few hours ago, Liv. It was that toxic.â âI know, I wasnât myself. I was so messed up. But it was still me, somehow. I had a decision, I made them, a lot of them. Things I regret.â âWhat are you... What are you saying? What happened?â His brows bunched and I immediately thought how adorable it was until I was reminded of what actually went down in that room. âHe took advantage of me. And
âI fucking hate you. I hate what youâre doing to me. Youâre doing this to me when you know what Iâve been through. Youâre no better than all the worst men I know.âHe laughed when I said this. He grinned like I was a silly little child complaining. Like I was a mere plaything. Like I donât have any right to disturb him. It made my blood boil and my insides squirm. âYou tricked me. You made me believe in all your bullshit. Just so you could, what? Do this to me?â âIsnât it worth it? I do say so myself.â He smiled like he already won this game we were playing. Checkmate, his face said it all. âI beg to disagree,â my voice was barely a whisper. But my rage was slowly cooking. Itâs seeping through my drug-infused senses. Itâs waking me up.I scrunched my eyes. âYouâre going to pay for this.â âYeah, sure. Youâre saying that as if youâre not dying to fuck me right now. Need I remind you how wet you are? Youâre about to put me inside you, sweetheart. Donât worry, I can prolong this. J
I couldn't focus on anything. My body is on fire. Itâs itching to move on its own, seeking pleasure, wanting the release.He was driving me crazy and I felt like nothing was in my control. Somehow, this was everything that I wanted at this moment, and yet⌠and yet⌠âWhat do you want, Olivia?â he whispered. The voice is enticing, making me lose all sense of control.I want to be ravaged. I want to be owned. Itâs driving me insane. This animalistic need thatâs welling up in me. And yet⌠âNoâŚâ I tried to tell him. âThis isâŚâ I tried again. âWhat?â He pressed his lips on the side of my throat. So light that I barely felt it. Somehow thatâs worse. He lifted his other hand, the one thatâs not tormeting me and glided it from my face, to my neck to my arms. Right down to my lower back. He pressed on it. Making me slide onto him forward and to his waiting hand. His fingers pressed on my intimate parts. He barely moved it. I was burning from the inside. An internal battle raging in me.