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Nerthus After driving back to his penthouse, he is silent to an alarming extent. As the elevator opens, he steers me in the opposite direction from his bedroom. Stepping into the room with the big table that Helga mentioned, I feel my heart drop to my stomach. I should really be more careful about what I wish for. The table looks more like a meeting desk than a dinner table. And I’m more convinced than ever that he isn’t the type who has any friends. As if he would converse with all his friends at a big dinner party. The only thing he would do is sit at the head of the table, making everyone else sitting around this table shit their pants. “Strip.” His command has me turning around, and I think about what Helga told me and act quickly. Pulling down my panties, I go to stand at the side of the table, holding up my skirt for him. He steps closer, positioning himself behind me and scoops my hair to the side. “Perfect.” He says lowly and I look over my shoulder. “Do you think y
Nerthus “He- He isn’t active in your territory. He is from my hometown. And I got away from him.” “Hometown?” “I’ll tell you in exchange for your name!” He tsks, letting go of me. His voice seems far away as he speaks again. “Not interested.” I take a deep breath, lowering my head again. “Turn around, Rachel.” Shaking my head, I refuse to fulfill his request. “I am not allowed to look at you.” “Do it anyway!” With a deep breath, I turn around slowly, keeping my head low. As soon as I have turned around fully, he steps into me, making me step back and hitting my back against the door. He grabs my chin, lifting my head up to look at him and our eyes lock. “I should go, Mr. Rodberg.” I say in a whisper, and he smirks at me. “I don’t think so.” He retorts mockingly, and I can’t help the smile to creep on my face. “Why can’t you just treat me like the others you had and discarded?” He shrugs, his smirk growing. “Because the others were just a deed while with you… I can’t even h
Nerthus “My week has been the absolute best,” I say in a maybe a little too high-pitched voice while Luciana is glaring at me. “I even went on a date!” I continue, and she sighs, breaking eye contact to lean back in her chair. The fact that I am sitting in front of her on a Saturday morning is highly distressing. Not that the agency isn’t open also on the weekends. Especially for the agents that take last-minutes bookings for the ladies. But Luciana always declared that the weekends were sacred for her. She always spent them with her grandchildren in the Hamptons, and she never spends them in the office. Not if there isn’t a reason grave enough for it. I gulp, linking my fingers into each other as I rock in my chair. “Maybe it is time for a vacation, Amber.” Luciana sighs, throwing her pen onto the files on the table. “No, no. I don’t need a vacation, really.” She bites the inside of her cheek. “Amber, you have no bookings. At all.” “I know.” I say crestfallen, lowering my he
Nerthus “It’s all I can do. If she fires me, I’m fucked!” I groan, stirring my cup of coffee as Jenna is already sipping hers. “Don’t think to much of it, babes. Enjoy your vacation and the world will be looking different. And then we will see how to proceed.” She put her hand on mine, but pulls it away quickly as we have to make space for Lizzie bringing us our cakes. “Thank you, Lizzie.” “Sorry, I overheard your conversation.” Lizzy smiles, blushing. “In case you need help, we are always looking for people to help us out.” “Oh,” I say, jerking up lightly. “That’s so nice from you. I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” She smiles brighter before she returns behind her counter and I exhale, feeling an anxious feeling grab my heart. “I can’t go back.” I whisper and Jenna looks at me preoccupied. “I know. And you won’t have to. We will find a way!” I sigh, as she purses her lips. “Sorry if I ask this, but… What’s about your, you know, your new admirer?” She shifts in her seat a
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Arawn “Nerthus Hendricks, born August 8, 1996, in Columbus, Ohio. Moved to Toledo after her mother’s death to live with her grandparents, Becky and George Hendricks. But not for long apparently, as she was enrolled in school in Des Moines, Iowa about a year later.”“Hm…” I play with my pen as Dario is rattling off his, as usual, too detailed research.I mean it is perfect that he grasps everything, but my God, do I have to know everything?“That means she is a leo, by the way.”I sigh, leaning back in my office chair, as he switches back and forth in his little notebook as he missed telling me another detail.Like the grandmother’s maiden name. “Erm… Iowa, Des Moines. Missed the first days of school. Lived with her aunt Beatrice and her uncle Herbert until the age of 17. She is a librarian and very active in the church community, while he-”“Why did she miss the first days of school?” I grunt, and he turns another of his pages.“It doesn’t say… The aunt said she had a bad flu, but I
Nerthus“Hey beautiful!”“Gigi, we are still seeing each other tonight, right? Is everything alright?”I hear him chuckling through the phone. “I’d love to see you tonight, my belle. But I fear I have bad news.”“What? Are you standing me up?”“I have to. A gorgeous stallion just came into my bar, telling me that you are booked exclusively, and I should stay away from you.” “You are kidding, right?” “You didn’t tell me you were dating Superman.”I groan, throwing my head back into my neck. “God, he isn’t my date. He is a client.” “Girl, are you sure you haven’t got a place for me where you work at?”I laugh out loud.He is such a pervert. “Believe me, getting someone looking like him is like winning at the national lottery.”“Do you like him?”I shrug, plucking invisible lints from my clothes.“I don’t know him well enough to like him. He doesn’t talk much.”“Ooooh, you lucky bitch.”***“You!”I don’t even care that I stormed into a running meeting until I see his grin.He is, a
NerthusI’m about to enter the restaurant to dine with my friend as an anonymous number texts me.Anonymous: Share your location. This way, I can pick you up as soon as you’re done socializing.I laugh before I write back.Amber: Who are you? How can I even send you my location if you are anonymous?The anonymous sends me a number followed by another text that has me all giddy in anticipation.Anonymous: You know exactly who I am, Nerthus.Smiling to myself, I save the number of my gorgeous stalker as ‘Mr. Best-Fuck’ and put my phone back into my purse before walking up to the host.Gigi is late, as usual, and I take my seat at the bar and order a dry martini. Sipping at my drink, feeling extremely happy, I don’t even bother that I have to wait.Mr. Best-Fuck: Isn’t he coming?I laugh again as I look around, but he doesn’t seem to be in here.