Chapter Seven: Be Bold and Get His Attention •|•|○|••|○| "This opportunity will-" Fuck this! I groaned out my frustrations as I long pressed the delete button and deleted the entire paragraph. I can't do this, I can't. This resume stuff is making me desperate, I have already stuffed my face with sweets and I'm not a stress- eater at all. I just do not want to embarass myself. That's why I was beginning to think that a joint would've done the trick right now- imagine that- I abhor smoking in every form there is. Go to Bassa they said, you'll have the time of your life they said. I didn't see myself sending this resumè tonight, and dad was going to kill me. I just couldn't get over the fact that thee Damien fucking Blackwood was going to be reading my shit. As if things couldn't get any worse, my phone chimed, a notification of a message from an unknown number. My eyes were as wide as saucers when I read the text, which was nothing but an email address. Shit! I rolled off
Chapter Eight: At The Wrong place at the wrong time I can't believe I just did that! This is insane! My fingers trembled in the height of my panic as I scrambled to find a solution. He had not opened the text yet, thank goodness! I deleted the picture and quickly exited the chats before I did something stupid. "Scar!" Becka called out, snapping me out of my reverie. "Huh?" I had not heard a single word she said. Becka sighed and I could just imagine the sullen, cheeky pout she must have donned. "You suddenly went quiet, I hope you're not getting up to something, hmmmm, I don't know, like unsending the picture." "Becks I have to go, gotta work on this resumè, bye." I did not allow her any room to say anything; which was likely to be her asking for evidence that I did not do exactly what she suspects I did. I revisted the chats and there was still nothing from him. I doubt he even saw the notification, he would have said something if he did… right? I just hope that the photo did
Chapter Nine: The Darker Side Of The Fairytale My eyes fluttered open and I immediately regretted coming around as a sharp pang of pain ripped through the side of my head and made me groan. My head had never felt so brittle, yet moving it was an accomplishment received after surpassing a difficult level of challenges. My eyes peeling open felt to be an illusion as I could not see anything but darkness. I tried to reach for the back of my head but I could only get limited movement out of my arms before a force held them back from moving. What is going on? I asked myself, feeling a wave of lethargy hit me hard. I staggered in and out of consciousness until I felt my mind awaken and made a few very startling discoveries. I was blindfolded, the darkness I was left in was due to the silky cloth laid over my eyes, tied behind my head. I was also on my knees, kneeling on what felt like an old bed mattress, both my hands were cuffed onto something close to limit my movement. I could feel th
Chapter Ten- Sleeping In The Same BedSomeone owed me a good explanation and I was not okay walking away without getting the answers I needed. Damien Blackwood had everything to do with my run- in with those evil men and he had to give me one heck of a good reason why I was almost raped and I almost got killed. The whole situation was immensely pertubing, it disturbed my soul terribly. There was something extremely shady and criminal going on and somehow I had gotten myself involved in this illegal, dangerous business. I didn't want any trouble, I came to Bassa to let loose and sip margaritas on the beach, not to be dealing with all this unpredictable shit. I huffed out disdainfully when I found myself seated on the beige couch again. I didn't like this place, this strange condo with an aura of a graveyard. Some minutes ago I was scared shitless, worrying myself insanely about what lie I was going to conceive to explain my whereabouts to dad. I had followed the men I found standing ou
Chapter Eleven: I know you're watching "What are you planning to do once I get in there?" I asked in a leery tone, but the seductive undertone was subtle enough to not appear desperate.He scoffed as I pulled the covers aside, "I don't know what you think this is-" "A kidnapping perhaps?" I cut him off, placing my head on the pillow and facing the ceiling. He had turned his back to me and he was closer to the edge, so he had left a good amount of space between us, but I was still very unnerved by the reality that I was in the same bed with him. "I have a feeling that you are not going to let me go anytime soon, or at least soon enough." Coming to think of it, I was not in shackles, tied up to a chair or something, but I was being held here against my will. Imagine that, my father's boss kidnapped me! I was careful not to sound too serious so I do not appear to be a threat to him, although he hasn't done anything to make me afraid of him, Damien Blackwood is still a very unpredictab
Chapter Twelve: I can take it, deep down my throat I jerked away, my breath hitched in my throat and I froze. I could imagine them, his piercing eyes cutting into the back of my head, I could imagine them alight with only the most undesirable emotions and that made me dread facing him. Shit! How was I going to explain myself to him? This is quite embarrassing, not a good look on me at all. "I wasn't doing anything." I rehearsed my defense in my head. I hadn't touched him yet, he can't accuse me of- wait… what did he even see? I slowly turned my head towards his form and my eyes rose to his face and much to my surprise; he looked to be just as deeply asleep as he was a minute ago, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was calm and steady. Like how does he do that? Like how does he know the things he knows? How did he know I was in the kitchen that night when I am certain that he did not see me? It is like he has some supernatural powers or something. I watched him closely fo
Chapter Thirteen: More to it than she'll ever knowIt was not odd to find Damien Blackwood here on a Friday night, in this office, sitting on the swivel, fine, white leather chair and enjoying premium, well- aged whisky. Old Boy was his favourite. It had a vicious, yet gratifying kick to it and it left an unforgettable flavour on the throat that only lingered for half a second and tempted another drink. Like every other man, he desired only the finest, most exquisite entertainment which is discreetly and expertly organised, that's why he preferred Cubia Morne. Cubia Morne was a nightclub for the elites, the most expensive there is in the world; it was only affordable to the richest of the rich. He actually owned the club, he knew of all it's operations; those that were by the book, and those that were illegal- that's why he trusted that here, his after- dark affairs will not reach the wrong ears or eyes and make it to the media. He was here on a Thursday night because he needed to un
"You should leave." Damien tilted his face away from Charlize's and directed his focus to his laptop. He really didn't have anything important to do on that laptop, he just wanted her to leave so he can immerse himself in his thoughts.Fucking Hell they were hot… and tortuous. And Charlize didn't miss the evidence those arousing thoughts left. Charlize smirked to herself and slowly stood up, before she fell on her knees and undid the flier his dress pants. "Let me help you with this first." She licked her lips, awaiting no response, no permission from him before her hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed his throbbing meat. He was really not feeling her tonight, but he only allowed her to strech her lips and watched his dick sink into her warm mouth because he hated masturbating and he needed release.When she was done, she gladly took her leave and he decided to get to work so he can stop thinking about her, and he had done it; he had managed to distract his mind, which was no ea
Chapter Nineteen- What happens in Bassa, Stays in Bassa"Yes, she was at the office today, she wanted to see me, without an appointment." I stared on incredulously as Damien lied through his teeth while keeping a straight face. After all that has happened, I had certified myself as an expert liar, but I was so stunned and dumbfounded, I could not catch on fast enough and help him weave the lie. Dad turned to face me with this inquisitive stare that was almost shadowed by the skepticism highlighted on his face. "What were you doing at Mr Blackwood's office, Scar?" He questioned, enunciating his words slowly, which he only did when he wanted me to know that he will know if I lie to him. I wrung my fingers, giving Damien a brief side glance before bashfully lowering my head and mumbling, "I wanted to ask him for a second chance... I was not able to submit my resumè before the deadline I was given, I was too stressed out and doubted myself, but I did not want to disappoint you dad or
Chapter Eighteen- Left High And Dry- well, Wet -|-| • -| For a few minutes of my life, I felt so accomplished, I was on cloud one billion and I thought life was finally smiling back at me- now I'm just a cocktail of emotions. A lot of thoughts are doing rounds in my mind and they refuse to wear a more appealing face. At first, after Damien disappeared into the bathroom, I was brimming with excitement, I was winding myself up and imagining him giving me pleasure I have never ever received before. My mind referenced to the many sultry, eighteen plus erotica novels I have read and that made me ache for him to get out of there and just spank me or lodge a vibrator deep inside me at maximum and then order me not to cum until I feel like I'm going insane. I truly thought I was living out my older man fantasies and I was finally going to please my daddy kink- but he was sure taking his time in there and that made me get angsty. All these maddening questions erupted i
Chapter Seventeen- Bad Girls Get Punished Part Three •|•|•|"Oh my god!" I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing like a wild horse as we cut through traffic. It is official. I am terrified of this man. Damien Blackwood drives like a maniac, like fast and furious kind of insane driving. I was only able to put my thoughts together once the car slowed down to sixty. I swallowed nervously when I accepted that he indeed did not have a change of heart. A moment ago I thought he was taking me back to the condo but I was wrong, I have never been on this secluded road that looks like it is leading to the woods. There is something very ominous about this place and it's in the evergreen trees and they way they've grouped themselves, framing the trail and making it nearly impossible to see what's on the other side. I let out a long puff of air loudly and he gave me a brief side glance before his eyes returned to the road. I was yelling out maledictions in m
Chapter Sixteen- Bad girls get punished part 2 -• {•} •- "No, I do not want wine!" I sternly stopped Viper before he could pour the wine into the glass and he just glared at me before he gave me a choleric look that translated to, "suit yourself." And he returned the bottle inside the ice. Acid's creepy eyes shifted to me and he just shook his head like I was being a brat and I returned him a wry smile and gave him the middle finger. They really undermine my intelligence, it was actually offensive for them to have thought they'll get me that easily. Every girl knows this trick, I just knew that the wine was spiked with something to incapacitate me. I really couldn't get it. I was in a room of five, beasts of men who were armed as though I was a dangerous terrorist. Damien really got this much manpower to get rid of this "kid"? No, something was definitely up. I tapped my foot impatiently, being more vigorous with my fidgeting when I noticed how much it got on Ac
Chapter Fifteen: bad girls get punished No, this can't actually be happening to me. I actually can't believe this! Damien Blackwood kills people! This isn't one of my wild, low-key insane fantasies of him being a psycho in a suit, of him living a secret life as a ruthless mafia boss- I wasn't turned on in this situation, That's why fantasies should be just that- fantasies. This has by far been the worst day of my life, after the day I found out that mom had been shot dead. I have spent the entire day awaiting my death like some inmate on death row. Every minute I was on edge, I kept hearing that light click sound of the door closing every time I did not have my eyes on the door, I kept imagining Acid or Alessi or Spider walk in with gloves on and sinster looks on their faces, then forcefully take me to some empty field and kill me. I could not do anything, all my mind wanted to dabble on was how to convince Mr Blackwood that I am not a threat to him. After countless futile thoughts,
"You should leave." Damien tilted his face away from Charlize's and directed his focus to his laptop. He really didn't have anything important to do on that laptop, he just wanted her to leave so he can immerse himself in his thoughts.Fucking Hell they were hot… and tortuous. And Charlize didn't miss the evidence those arousing thoughts left. Charlize smirked to herself and slowly stood up, before she fell on her knees and undid the flier his dress pants. "Let me help you with this first." She licked her lips, awaiting no response, no permission from him before her hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed his throbbing meat. He was really not feeling her tonight, but he only allowed her to strech her lips and watched his dick sink into her warm mouth because he hated masturbating and he needed release.When she was done, she gladly took her leave and he decided to get to work so he can stop thinking about her, and he had done it; he had managed to distract his mind, which was no ea
Chapter Thirteen: More to it than she'll ever knowIt was not odd to find Damien Blackwood here on a Friday night, in this office, sitting on the swivel, fine, white leather chair and enjoying premium, well- aged whisky. Old Boy was his favourite. It had a vicious, yet gratifying kick to it and it left an unforgettable flavour on the throat that only lingered for half a second and tempted another drink. Like every other man, he desired only the finest, most exquisite entertainment which is discreetly and expertly organised, that's why he preferred Cubia Morne. Cubia Morne was a nightclub for the elites, the most expensive there is in the world; it was only affordable to the richest of the rich. He actually owned the club, he knew of all it's operations; those that were by the book, and those that were illegal- that's why he trusted that here, his after- dark affairs will not reach the wrong ears or eyes and make it to the media. He was here on a Thursday night because he needed to un
Chapter Twelve: I can take it, deep down my throat I jerked away, my breath hitched in my throat and I froze. I could imagine them, his piercing eyes cutting into the back of my head, I could imagine them alight with only the most undesirable emotions and that made me dread facing him. Shit! How was I going to explain myself to him? This is quite embarrassing, not a good look on me at all. "I wasn't doing anything." I rehearsed my defense in my head. I hadn't touched him yet, he can't accuse me of- wait… what did he even see? I slowly turned my head towards his form and my eyes rose to his face and much to my surprise; he looked to be just as deeply asleep as he was a minute ago, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was calm and steady. Like how does he do that? Like how does he know the things he knows? How did he know I was in the kitchen that night when I am certain that he did not see me? It is like he has some supernatural powers or something. I watched him closely fo
Chapter Eleven: I know you're watching "What are you planning to do once I get in there?" I asked in a leery tone, but the seductive undertone was subtle enough to not appear desperate.He scoffed as I pulled the covers aside, "I don't know what you think this is-" "A kidnapping perhaps?" I cut him off, placing my head on the pillow and facing the ceiling. He had turned his back to me and he was closer to the edge, so he had left a good amount of space between us, but I was still very unnerved by the reality that I was in the same bed with him. "I have a feeling that you are not going to let me go anytime soon, or at least soon enough." Coming to think of it, I was not in shackles, tied up to a chair or something, but I was being held here against my will. Imagine that, my father's boss kidnapped me! I was careful not to sound too serious so I do not appear to be a threat to him, although he hasn't done anything to make me afraid of him, Damien Blackwood is still a very unpredictab