By the time Balia was all dressed up, it was already six in the evening.She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at her dress. It was an off-the-shoulder gown with a plunging neckline and a bare back. The lady suggested wearing a thong to make her underwear less visible.She stood four inches taller than her average height, her hair bouncing over her shoulders in fat beach curls. Her makeup was dark and smoky, giving the impression of a woman with an air of darkness around her.Balia wasn't sure she liked this. As beautiful as she looked tonight, she preferred curling up in bed and watching a movie or reading a book.Her dress was smoothed over by the lady whom she later discovered her name was Melinda."You look gorgeous tonight," She said as she placed her hands on Balia's shoulders. "Let's see if he gets moved by you for real."Balia wasn't interested in any of that. As far as she was concerned, all she wanted was for the night to end as fast as possible. She wanted t
Balia's POVOnce again, I was walking into the midst of people who were a thousand times richer than I was, had several bank accounts worth millions, and had probably spent the same amount I got paid yearly on a piece of fabric that could be easily torn with one pull. It was unbelievable.It was crazy how my arms slipped into Senna's as he guided me through the door and into the large spacious hall, filled with tables covered in ivory silk, seats with chrome frames and plush silver cushions, extremely clean glass with serviettes expertly folded into them.There was a large space— a dance floor, and it was covered in glitter. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room, and cold air blasted from the tall air conditioners.I was brought back to earth when I heard someone speak, and when I raised my hand, it was a man, definitely younger than Senna, dressed in a gray pinstripe tuxedo.He was handsome—my type of man. Light brown hair, five o'clock dusted his jaw, blu
"You smell so nice," Smith whispered against Balia's neck as he kicked his door shut. He hadn't even waited for them to get into his suit. His hands were already groping her body as he searched for a zipper or something to aid him in taking it off."You're going to rip my dress off!" Balia said with a laugh and stepped away from him. Her hand went behind her back, and she pulled the strings. "See? As easy as anything.""I would have gotten you a new dress tomorrow if that was what you were avoiding," he said as he walked towards the table where a decanter of brandy sat.Balia smiled and clutched her dress to her chest. She walked over to where he stood, holding a cup to her. She took it from his hand and took a huge gulp.Her attraction for him was fading, and she had no idea why. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was she a whore to have followed him in here and let him take off her dress?All she needed to get this night over with was a drink. If she were slightly drunk, it would be o
Balia was pulled all the way out of Smith's room. She was still filled with shock, staring back toward his suit as Senna hurried her along the corridor. He stopped when he got to the end, and before him stood two men all dressed in suits. From the looks of it, they recognized Senna."He's in his suit. Make sure he's properly taken care of. Be smart about it."The men nodded and began to hurry down the hallway. Senna sighed and leaned against the wall before slipping his fingers into his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Balia?"Balia looked down at her hand. She was trembling terribly. She couldn't get Smith's bloody face out of her head, and each time she remembered how much Senna had punched him, it made her whimper.She looked at him, forcing a smile through her trembling jaws. "What is wrong with me? I should be asking you that!"He leaned away from the wall, towering above her. "I fucking told you, didn't I? I told you only to seduce him. What the fuck? You were naked, wer
Senna was standing in a dark room, groans spilling from the corner when he got a text message.He took off his gloves and tossed them to the side before slipping his phone out of his pocket. It was from his driver, and he wondered what was wrong this time.Driver: Sir, she's gone.Senna turned to Placido. "You know what to do with him, right? I must leave now.""Senna!" Smith cried as he struggled to be free from his seat. "Don't fucking do this to me. Please! Can we at least talk?"Senna paused, his hand on the doorknob before he turned to look at Smith. "There's nothing to talk about."With those words, he exited the room and immediately dialed his driver's number."What the fuck are you talking about?""Sh-she said she wanted to ease herself as she had been holding it in for a long time. I swear, I didn't want to stop, but she looked really pressed, so I just let her—""Before you were employed, didn't you tell me you were good at reading people? Why weren't you able to apply it wh
Balia's POVI knew not to embarrass myself publicly, so I smiled politely at the bus driver as dread filled my whole body. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears as I stood at the side and watched the other passengers get onto the bus while avoiding eye contact with Senna.I hadn't looked at him properly, but I knew he was fuming behind me, really fuming.As soon as the bus drove away, I turned to see Senna standing behind me, expressionless. Not anger or any negative emotions. Just grey.I swallowed. "So what's next? Are you going to lock me up?"He gave me no reply. He just took out his phone and typed it before slipping it back into his pocket. Soon enough, a car stopped before us, and the driver whom I had swindled stepped out of the car and rushed to pull the door open."Don't worry about that," Senna said in the calmest tone ever. It was scary, sending chills down my spine. "You're fired, remember? So find your way home from here."The driver glanced at me like he was expecti
Balia's POVI stood before the closet, frankly confused about what to wear. Arranged before me were arrays of lingerie. I had to do this. I'd never really worn underwear before, and it had never really crossed my mind.Sighing, I decided to put anything on. It didn't matter what. Moving over to the hanger, I pulled out a red panty and a bra set. I'd heard several times that red lingerie was men's favorite color.And this lingerie wasn't so slutty, so I felt a bit comfortable in it. Tina had come into my room moments ago to ask if I was going to have dinner, and my answer was negative. Dinner before possible rough sex?I wasn't going to risk messing myself up, so I decided to stay hungry, hoping to have some time to eat by the time he was done with me.Now that I thought about it, it was stupid to wait for him. I looked stupid. I was looking at myself from another angle. A woman who was slowly building a trauma bond with this man. A woman who was subconsciously building her life around
He watched as she licked off all of his cum from her face, savouring it like she had ice cream, and the sight alone drove him to the point of craziness.Where the hell had she been hiding this talent?Shaking his head, Senna reminded himself that he wasn't here to make her feel good in any way.He pulled her up to her feet and grabbed her roughly by the next, staring into her eyes as she gasped for air. "Senna..." She coughed out. "What the hell are you doing?" "Come here," He muttered under his breath and pulled her against him. Their skin was gilded against each other as he kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and soon, he pushed her towards her bed. He caught her by the waist before she could topple over, lifting her before he tossed her into her bed. He climbed in after her and went straight to tearing the lingerie off her body. Balia was greatly annoyed as she had taken her time to wear this. He didn't even say anything about the underwear. She was sure