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
SarahDidn't I tell you not to serve more than three glasses of alcohol to Mr. Campbell? How did you serve him to the point where he ended up in this state? I must tell Simon you want his younger son to start an altercation here or something worse.Don't judge without asking, Miss Scott. Mr. Campbell was already drunk when he arrived. We only served him one drink, and he had been annoying the bartenders for at least an hour for more alcohol.I look at David. That was possible. He knows he can’t get drunk here.- Let’s go, David. You made enough of a full of yourself.- New mommy, are you here to spank me? It would be best if you spanked Theo, too. He is high as a kite.I roll my eyes.- Move it, David. - Miss Scott, I don't know if I like people taking my clients against their will.- I would like to know if the legal age for a bartender has changed in the last few hours because that one is barely 18.Oh, miss, he's just there to wash glasses and clean tables. You only need to be 18