FULL SYNOPSIS He is much older, very much out of limits and very dangerous. {::!::}My breath hitched and I immediately froze in place when the lights went on and subsequently after the door was locked.Shit!I was too scared to turn around and face him, but I could hear his steady, strong, footfalls getting nearer and nearer, until I felt cold metal press into my temple. Undoubtedly that was the muzzle of his gun he had to my head."We really have to stop meeting like this, little one," his deep voice came out gruffly and in strong waves and I could feel myself shrinking and my walls clenching as he leaned into me and brought his lips to my earlobe, "what are you doing in my room, miss Ross?" He sounded extremely dangerous and that was such a huge turn on to me. I was trembling, terrified of what he might do to me, but he was also making me wet."I- I- I h-had forgotten s-s-something-" I stuttered like an idiot, getting weaker and weaker at the k
Chapter One: We Are Leaving TonightThis man cannot be serious!"I do not understand why I have to go with you, I know nothing about bioengineering and no offense dad, but I do not want to spend an entire week of my summer vacation with your balding, middle-aged geeky friends! I really do not understand what I'll be doing there, please don't make me go dad, pwetty- pweetty please." I shot dad my best sulky pout, crossing my arms over my chest and pretending to give up on the scrumptious breakfast he had whipped up for me.Dad only sighed jadely, the kind of sigh you make when you have had more than enough of something and I narrowed my eyes at him as he patted the corner of his lips with a napkin and took a swig of his remaining coffee. I cleared my throat and threatened him with my eyes and "assassin" expression, he looked to be prepping himself to walk out of the conversation like he did yesterday and this time I was not going to allow him. I had hidden his car keys, this man clearl
Chapter Two- Is He Married or Not?"Is this how it's going to be every time we go out now?" Becka emitted a long puff of air disdainfully, peering over her shoulder and facing me with a sneer. Just like myself, she was not particularly fond of Greta: the woman on dad's payroll.Because of some past transgressions, especially the most recent ones( trust me, peer pressure is very real), dad hired Greta, a thirty year old, uptight, strict as a wicked Catholic high school nun, walking prick, to be my bodyguard, babysitter or parole officer or whatever she is- because dad staunchly believes that I now need someone to follow me everywhere I go and keep me in line.And trust me, I am no delinquent or scoundrel, I just somehow always find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. To be honest, I do not have the firmest backbone and I am putty and easy to manipulate, that's why I prefer self-conceited, self-assured, stern, dominant, older men. I do not like authority
Chapter Three- I Need To Know Who This Man Is"We will only be gone for a week, no need to pack up the whole house!" Dad's speech was much exaggerated as he shook his head, unimpressed by my heaps of luggage."A man would never understand," I told him, my breathing a bit labored from fighting with my stacks of clothes, but I had to hammer down the clothes with my fists and sit on the suitcase to finally get it to close because dad would not have allowed me to take out another suitcase from my closet, "wow that was a workout! No don't look at me like that, men have it so easy, you have no idea, talk to me once you are a woman.""More like talk to me never." Dad chuckled humorously, but not at my words, because one of my nails snapped in half while I was attempting to lift the hefty suitcase from a resting position. I should have used the handle, how stupid of me!"What did I tell you about those witch claws of yours?""Ouch!" I cried out and proceeded to slap him on the arm for finding
Chapter Four- Don't Shoot, It's Me I was deeply absorbed by my dirty thoughts. I can't believe that such an absolute hottie exists, like are you telling me that I live in one planet with this beast of a man?!"Scarlett?" Ceska called out, picked up the magazine and snapped her slim fingers in my face. "You were literally not even blinking." "Yeah I know," I fanned my face with my hands, "he is really, really hot! That's the man of my dreams right there, he can bend me over the nearest surface he finds any day!" Okay, I might have sounded too thirsty. Ceska's eyes went over the cover before returning to me and she blushed deeply. "You are not the only one who thinks so! Imagine having to see him almost everyday." Her face deflated and this emotion I couldn't read washed over her. "Huh! I would do anything, give anything to have that man as mine… but men like him would never notice women like us."On that depressing note, Ceska placed the magazine in her bag, stood up and took the co
Chapter Five- We should really stop meeting like this Oh- my- fucking- glob!It's him! He is the man on the magazine cover!That voice… That is the voice Ceska was getting off to! I just met Damien Bradley Lane fucking Blackwood and completely humiliated myself in front of him! Fuck! Is this even real life?!For a moment, I did not know what to do with myself, I just stood in the middle of the passage, slightly trembling and gaping like I had dislocated my jaw. My head immediately snapped back as soon as I recovered from the shock and I stared at the closed door again. Bitch what the fuck! My insides were sizzling, I had to resist the strongest urge to scream. No! Everything was all too surreal to me! How could that man in there be my father's forty five year old boss! How is a that a Science man?! I was a whole cocktail of emotions as I found my way back to my father's room. It was the only other room I had memorised and since I had no idea where my "actual room" was, I had to
Chapter Six- We've Already Met "Bumblebee? Hey, Scar?" I groaned in a whiny manner as that soft voice slithered into my ears and tried to rouse me from sleep. I mumbled something before I rolled onto my other side, away from the disturbance. "Wakey, wakey, sweetheart. Come on, Scar, it is time for you to get up, sweetheart." My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw was dad's tie, one of the most hideous ties I have ever seen in my entire life, dangling in my face. I grimaced as soon as I laid my eyes on it and dad chuckled at my sour expression before he tucked my hair behind my ear, leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Good morning." I sat up and stretched out my arms while yawning. I was not well rested at all, yet it was apparent that it was well into the morning hours. "Morning to you, sleepy head," Dad teased, diverting his attention to the brief case he had laid on the bed, "so, did you have a nightmare? Must have been a bad one, huh!" He continued to tease while I fro
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 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