Sarah- David, let's go. – I say as I enter the club's main room, where a woman on her knees is giving him a blow job while some customers shout, “suck it! Suck it!”David smiles. He knows that I kept my eyes on the woman who hadn't stopped sucking him. The jealousy burns inside me, and I know he sees it in my eyes.David gets up, throws some bills at the woman, who looks astonished at the absence of that cock in her mouth, but quickly grabs the bills and leaves.David slowly puts his cock in his pants, without taking his eyes off me, picks up his coat, and walks towards me.I walk in front of him, and fill David's eyes burn into my dancing ass, tight in my dress, as I walk.We get into the limousine in silence. David pours himself a whiskey and offers me one, but I decline.When we enter my house, I furiously grab David's arm and turn him around.- What do you think you're doing? How come you kiss me, and then you behave like a spoiled child, a little playboy?David interrupts me b
FlashbackSarah enters the hotel, gets in the elevator, and heads to the penthouse. She stops for 1 minute, looking at the door, terrified. When her courage failed, and she was ready to turn back, the door opened.- Good evening, Miss Scott. – Simon says with a smile.Sarah looks at the man in front of her and swallows. He didn't deny what a pig he was. He was wearing a bathrobe and a glass of whiskey in his hand, ready to abuse her innocent body, which she had always refused to surrender to passion, and saved herself for true love.- Come in and make yourself comfortable. – he says, practically pulling her into the room and putting up a “do not disturb” sign.- Mr. Campbell, once again, my condolences on the death of your wife. – She said, taking off her long coat. – If you need to postpone this until another day, I understand.- Thank you, but you didn't come here to talk about my dead wife, did you? – he says as he takes the coat from her hand and throws it on a chair. – besides,
SarahThat damn nightmare again. The most horrible night of my life and the most horrible day turned into bad dreams that I had to relive over and over again. Everything that came after that day did not reach the level of horror of that day. I hadn't had that nightmare for a few weeks. It must have been the fact that I had sex with David. Could it be a sign? After all, I had blown the only Campbell who hadn't fucked me before.But David was different. Wasn't he? I dropped my shoulders. What did it matter if he was different or not? He made me feel things I had never felt before, and that couldn't happen again. I could not escape my fate. I had a “fiancé.” Whether I liked him or not, whether it was my decision or not, I couldn't escape my fate.Even if Simon died, I couldn't change anything about my fate. Michael was his father's copy, and he would replace him—even in my bed.Michael was probably even worse than Simon once he took over as boss. Sex with Michael was as painful as with
DavidMe and Theodore go shower, and as soon as we get in his car, we can breathe.The car started moving, and I asked:- So… the bag had your work partner's face on it?Theodore laugh. - God, that was hilarious. – he paused - How are things going?- Fucked up as expected. Are you sure I can’t use the Cerbera odollam on him and call the day?Theodore chuckle.- Yes, I’m shore. I don't think the boss will believe your father used the "suicide tree" on himself. - True.- And you? Are you sure that your father killed your mother? Are you near to proving it?- Not more than before. But I am 100% sure he did it.After some seconds of silence, Theodore asked:- Even if your father killed your mother, are you sure you want to destroy him?- Is that you asking or them?- Them.I chuckles again.- After all this time, they still don’t trust me.- Can you blame them? You are a Campbell, after all, and his son.- He's just the sperm donor, not my father. He was never a father to me. And nothin
Sarah- Sarah, I need you here in 20 minutes.- Yes, Simon.I hang up the phone and get up. No matter what I was doing when Simon called, meetings and business were postponed just by him summoning me to his office.I knew this was part of the other business. He will not call me at the middle of the day for anything else.- Who was that? Where are we going?- We're not going anywhere. I am. You stay there and finish your work.-Who was it, Sarah?- You know it was your father. David gets up.- I'll go with you.- No, you won't. If Simon wanted you to go too, he had said so.David narrows his eyes.- Are you going to do something dangerous?I look at him and shake my head.- David, don't ask questions. When your father wants you to know something, he will tell you.- Fuck that. I will never be part of my father's "business." - he says, making quotation marks with his fingers.- Please don't set my office on fire. I don't want you to smoke in here.- Yes, boss. - he says, saluting. - but
David I was at Sarah's door, hidden in the trees. I see when Sarah leaves the house, and I almost die because the ability to breathe disappears.She gets into the limo, and I run to the car I borrowed from Thomas.I follow my father's car from a safe distance to one of his most prominent hotels. I park and go after them.When the pointer indicates that the elevator only stops at the penthouse, I enter the other elevator.Hiding around the corner of the hallway, I see a man arrive. That would have to be that Turner guy. He looked older than my father—maybe 70.When Simon opens the door, I get a glimpse of Sarah sitting cross-legged in a chair with a glass in her hand.The dinner came, and when the staff came to collect the remains, I saw Sarah, and she looked a little drunk.After some minutes, Simon leaves the hotel room laughing, and the hair on my neck stands up. Had he just seen his father sell Sarah's body to that old man?The anger almost blinded me, and for a moment, I thoug
DavidI dress Sarah the best I can. She squirmed with every touch, begging for sex. I wrap her in one of the blankets and pick her up, bridal style.When I pass by the reception, some people look at us, but as Sarah puts her arms around my neck trying to kiss me, everyone thinks we are a newly married couple or lovers.I lay Sarah in the back seat of Thomas's car and take her home. Looking for the keys in her suitcase, I open the door to her house with one hand while trying to balance her.After closing the door, I take her to her bedroom and, discarding the blanket, lay her on the bed.Sarah didn't stop twitching and moaning.- David, please. I need you. I need you inside me. Fuck me.- Sorry Sarah. The thing I wanted most was to make love to you, but never when you are in that state.- I don't want to make love. I want you to fuck me. Take me, please.My traitor dick swelled, and I became uncomfortable with the pressure against my zipper. Drugged Sarah was way too much for me to han
SarahThe night I spent with Simon was the worst night of my life. He had used my virgen body and done things to me that I had never imagined possible.I screamed, not in pleasure, but in pain.Unlike me, he took all the pleasure he could get from my body. My brutally taken virginity and the things he did to me were enough for him. I signed a contract for life… or until he wants it to last.I found out that day that he was cold as ice. His wife died, and he left his 16-year-old son at home and went to the hotel to put me through hell.Flashback Simon wanted to get rid of the obstacles he had at home. His wife was too old for him to appreciate or fuck and too attached to his youngest son.Simon's second wife appeared a few years after the first one disappeared, and David, the offspring of this union, was born 16 years after Michael.He still hoped to make a man out of David, but to do so, he had to get out from under his mother's skirts.David was raised under his mother's wing. Both
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate. - There's no point in crying. - Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want. I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long. - send the weapons here. I obey. - get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs. Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long. - All. I want you lying naked in that same place. That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here. I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible. He puts the gun on the table. - don't do anything crazy. – h
SarahThe shots don't stop, and I don't have my weapons. The police didn't let me keep any. Idiots. And now? How I defend myself.Oreo looks at me without realizing what's going on. He never comes inside, and now I'm here clinging to him in the kitchen.As suddenly as the shots started, they stopped. I wouldn't know if the Interpol men won or if they were lying dead on the ground.No more shots were fired at my window, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't expect me to be watched.- Stay. – I order Oreo, stretching out my index finger, and he lies on the floor.Carefully, I leave my hiding place, move close to the floor, and go to the counter, where I take a knife from the drawer. Then, still crawling, I go to the entrance and look outside.Nothing could be seen, which was a bad sign. If the police had won, they would certainly be coming here to find out if I was alive.I wait a few moments and nothing happens.Would they have killed each other mutually?Of course, expecting th
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
- Do you think what she knows could harm us? - Anything can harm us, but she doesn't know anything to prove my involvement. Many things connect her to business more than to me. - And the wedding?- I already ordered everything to be canceled. I will publish that my fiancée has not yet been found and that the wedding has been postponed. - Dad, wouldn't it be wise to keep LA out of crime for now? Father is rich, and the business is legal… - Don't be stupid. No one can find the trail of what I do. As for legal business, I have an idea. - What idea? - Your brother will hate it, but it's the perfect solution. - What solution? - I ask, confused. - I will pass all legal business into your name. - You're right. Mickael won't accept it... - … and I'll pass on the other business to Mickael. Mickael wants to be the boss, and the business's value is five times what the legal business gives. Michael won't be upset... much. - Is the father going to retire? Don't be an idiot. I will ret